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hermit-pistol · 4 years ago

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stubborn (oldseph x reader)

anonymous asked: why hello there! i'd like to request a part 3 joseph x reader where the reader is a crusader and joseph's always trying to protect her, but she's always trying to prove herself to him and then they fall in love! thank you so much my joseph fan friend!

Oldseph is literally the light of my life, okay. I don’t usually write super long stuff like this but I was so moved because Oldseph. Here ya go!

You had never guessed that you would find yourself in this situation: traveling the middle east with a few grown men and a couple of high school students thrown in for good measure.

The dynamic was a bit awkward at first, to say the least. While you were in your mid-twenties and were capable of handling yourself, being surrounded by men always had its downsides.

They always thought that you needed protection, which wasn't true in the slightest. You knew what you were getting into when accepting the offer of defeating DIO once and for all. You even had a stand of your own. Yet, it was always "You should stay out of this, Y/N." or "It's dangerous to go there alone. Let me come with you."

It drove you insane, to say the least.

You've told the other crusaders countless times that you were okay and they left you to your own devices. Except for one. Joeseph Joestar.

He had to be the most stubborn man that you've met in your entire life. After your pleading and constant requests to leave you be, he would still watch you like a hawk all day every day.

Although you had to admit that you found his dedication to you quite flattering. Or...maybe you just craved the attention. You couldn't be sure.

Today was another hectic day, with the gang chasing after another enemy stand user that went by the name of Hol Horse. Just a few short moments ago he had shot your beloved comrade Avdol point-blank. After cornering him; however, the slippery cowboy had evaded their grasp. Luckily they wasted no time chasing him down, and they were quickly closing the distance.

"Get back here! I'll kill you for what you did to Avdol!" Polnareff shouted, Silver Chariot attempting to stab at his heels. Hol Horse had now begun shooting with Emporer at the sand, creating a cloud of dust that had made it hard enough to see just about anything. "Shit!" It was later discovered that Chariot's rapier was stabbing at nothing.

"You'll never take me alive!" Hol Horse had begun shooting like a madman now in a desperate attempt at escape. You had kept up with the rest of the bunch this whole time, but Joseph wasn't having any of it.

"Y/N. You have to stay behind me." He glanced back at you to see that you were following his careful orders. You could feel your blood beginning to boil.

"Excuse you? I can take care of myself, thank you very much." Your stand expertly deflected the stray bullets that were flying here and there. Joseph used his Hermit Purple to create a net around you, lifting you off of the ground.

"Hey, what the- you've got to be kidding me right now..." you were now suspended above the sandy terrain, your stand trying to free you from the vine's grasp. It was no use, as Joseph used a spark of Hamon to keep your quest for freedom at bay.

"Sorry Y/N, I know that you're mad. But Hol Horse isn't taking any chances. He's gone crazy, and we can't risk losing you."

You slumped to the bottom of the makeshift net, the sounds of gunfire still ringing in your ears. The statement really should have been: 'I can't risk losing you' at this point. All of the other crusaders have respected your wishes, but Joseph always went that extra mile to make sure that you were protected and safe. Maybe it wasn't all bad, but you figured that another talk with the old man would just do more harm than good at this point.

A couple of minutes had gone by, with you still trapped in your makeshift prison. It was only when you heard the screams of a certain cowboy that you stood up and leaned lightly against the thorny wall.

Hol Horse had finally been caught. Kakyoin was interrogating him about DIO's whereabouts while Jotaro's Star Platinum had him in a chokehold. "Please, please lemme go! I'll tell ya where Mr. DIO is!" He cried, and Joseph let out a low rumble of a laugh. It was strangely...attractive?

"You really think that we're gonna let you go, huh?" He removed his hat to scratch his head. You watched him run his hands through his salt and pepper locks, and from your practically-aerial view, it looked particularly soft?

No....you were not getting feelings for Joseph Joestar. 69-year-old Joseph Joestar. This can't be happening.

Hol Horse was having none of Joseph's teasing. "Please, I'll do anything!" He pleaded. Joseph looked over to Kakyoin, who looked to Jotaro and so on and so forth. No one looked at you, still trapped in vines. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the idiotic display.

While everyone was exchanging glances to decide what to do, you were the only one who had noticed Hol Horse reaching into his boot. He had something up his sleeve. "Guys, he's got a-!" you tried to shout out to reach the others, but it was no use.

There was an extra gun stashed away that had been neglected in the patdown after his capture. He shot at the sand once more and then ran as if his life depended on it...which it certainly did.

Jotaro pointed in his direction, ready to send Star Platinum into a frenzy. Kakyoin stopped him before he could begin his assault. "It's not worth it, Y/N was the only one who could have possibly prevented that escape from happening." Joseph began to turn around and walk back to where they had thrown their supplies before Kakyoin could call him out. "Now where do you think you're going?"

"Ah, me?" He instinctively put his hand on the back of his neck. "I was just getting a drink! Was probably gonna grab something for Y/N too." He gave a thumbs up.

"Why am I still trapped in his hellhole?" You yelled down to the group. Joseph quickly released his Hermit Purple and you were safely brought back to the ground. "You are so thick. What makes you think that I can't take care of myself, huh?" Out of frustration, your hand had rested itself upon your hip.

"I was just trying to protect you!" He threw up his hands in defense. "That Hol Horse guy is crazy-"

"You wanna know what's crazy? Taking me out of the chase and lifting me into the sky so I wouldn't be in harm's way." You bit your lip in order to avoid saying something that you would later regret.

Before things could get more heated, Polnareff was the one who finally decided to break the tension. "I think that everyone is just tired since we've been out in the sun all day. Tensions are still high from the loss of Avdol, agreed?" Everyone gave a solemn nod. Losing their friend that day had taken a toll on all of them, Polnareff especially.

"He does have a point," Jotaro spoke, folding his arms. "Today's been a rough day for us all. And to top it all off...I'm starving..."

"Me too..." You couldn't deny the sounds that your stomach was making. All of that rage and aggressive towards Joseph had made you work up quite the appetite.

"I've got a great idea! Let's go somewhere special for dinner tonight. To make up for what I did to Y/N." Joseph gave a grin. It made your anger dissipate almost immediately, but you would never let him have the satisfaction of knowing that. "Even better, I'll pay!"

"Fine, but only because you're paying..." You grumbled as you gathered the rest of your earlier confiscated belongings from the heap of supplies on the ground. At least you were being treated to a good meal. ---- After arguing for a solid 30 minutes about where to eat for the night, you all had finally decided on a steakhouse. Even though they were in India, Joseph had insisted on sampling a classic "American" burger because he was feeling homesick.

The waitress that ushered you in was very polite, and soon the 5 of you were settled into a booth, with you and Joseph sitting on one side, and Kakyoin, Polnareff, and Jotaro sitting on the other.

"Can I get you guys something to drink?" The uncomfortably jovial waitress asked around the table and just wrote down a little scribble here and there.

When it was finally your turn, you asked for an iced tea. But not before being cut off by Joseph who insisted that water was the better choice. Thankfully, the booth was so cramped that you could dig your elbow into his side, making him howl with pain. "I'm so sorry about that. If I could get an iced tea that would be great!"

When the woman was out of earshot. Joseph turned to you, still rubbing his side with his prosthetic hand. It accidentally brushed against you, and the chill of the cool metal sent shivers down your spine. "Now, what was that about!"

"I can order a damn beverage for myself, Joseph."

"Someone could have poisoned the iced tea and we don't even know!" He raised his eyebrows along with his voice.

"I'm done fighting. Let's just finish this dinner and find a hotel...I'm exhausted." You sighed, resting your read on the table. Even though you couldn't see it, you could practically feel Joseph's eyes on you.

The rest of the dinner continued in silence. Everyone stared at their plates when the food came out, and so far the only interaction that had occurred during their outing besides the outbursts from Joseph was when Polnareff started choking on his burger.

"This is what I get for eating American food..." He managed between coughs.

"A rather silent bunch tonight, aren't we-" Kakyoin eventually broke the silence, reaching across the table for the ketchup bottle.

"I just don't really feel like talking, that's all." You answered, just pushing around the leftover food on your plate. In reality, you were just trying to process these newly-surfaced feelings for Joseph. You must have been so spaced out that he noticed.

"Hey, space cadet!" He waved his hand in front of your face, causing you to snap out of it. "You okay, Y/N? You've been acting awfully strange."

You could feel a blush creeping up on your features, so you attempted to cover your face. "I-it's nothing, really. I just- haven't eaten beef in a while and it's upsetting my stomach, that's all!" Really? Like he would believe that.

"I've got some medicine in my bag I can give to ya when we're back at the hotel. I don't want you to be in pain." Curse him for caring about you!

"I'll be okay, let's just get out of here." Joseph shrugs and calls the waitress over to bring the check. The rest of the restaurant outing goes smoothly, you guys even got the fancy mints! You each pitched in for the tip, despite protests from Joseph, and made your way back into the stifling desert air.

The hotel check-in was a relatively painless process as well, Jotaro and Kakyoin had decided to room together, and Polnareff offered to share a room with Joseph. That left you with your own room for the night.

Since you usually traveled in even numbers, finally having a room to yourself for once was pretty nice. Although, you wished that it could have been under different circumstances. When you entered your single suite you all but ran to the bed, throwing your bags on the ground. The soft sheets welcomed you and lulled you into a deep sleep.

That was until you were woken up from your precious slumber by a sharp knock at the door.

You checked your phone, seeing that only a couple hours had passed since you had checked in and bid the rest of the group goodnight. Looking out the window, you could tell that the sun had already set, giving way to a night sky accompanied by a slight breeze. Nights in the desert could be pleasant sometimes.

"Coming!" You shouted, looking in the mirror quickly to make sure that you didn't look like a complete and utter mess. After giving yourself the once over you peered into the peephole to see Joseph. He was clutching a bag and some water. 'Oh yeah, the medicine.'

You opened the door, and he gave you a wide smile. "Good evening! I came to bring you that medicine. And I got some water too!" He playfully shook the bottle in his hand. What a goofball.

"That's very sweet of you, Joseph." You felt the corners of your lips tug upward, threatening to form a smile. God, you couldn't deny how charming he was. "Why don't you come inside."

"Okay, if you insist!" He stepped across the threshold and shut the door carefully behind him. He handed you the medicine and water and walked across the room to sit on your bed. "I see that you already broke this bad boy in." He gestured to the sheets, which had still been rustled from your nap.

"Yeah, I was exhausted after everything that happened today." You decided to be bold and sit down on the bed next to him. He almost flinched a little when he felt the bed covers dip beside him. Was Joseph Joestar getting a little flustered?

"Y/N, now that we're here. I actually have something else to tell you." The grip on your water bottle tightened, and you took a shaky swig.

"Oh yeah, what's that? You finally want to apologize for all those times that you got in my way?" You tried to avoid eye contact as much as possible.

"No, actually. I find myself doing those things because I can't stand to live in a world without you. I really you Y/N-" The last sentence came out a little rushed, but your eyes went wide.

You were holding the water bottle so tightly at this point that it was a bit uncomfortable. Being taken aback by the confession, you just sat in silence for a bit. Finally, after a few seconds of unbearable quiet, you spoke up. "Well, that explains a lot actually."

"It does, doesn't it." Joseph moved a little closer to you, now gently holding your free hand. "I don't mean to sound like a bother to you, but I just can't stand to see you hurt. I know that you are probably more than a little uncomfortable with the age difference, anybody would be but-" You cut off his rambling with a quick kiss.

You giggled as you watched his face turned red. He was completely speechless for once. "You really need to learn when to shut up sometimes. I've been denying my feelings for too long as well. It's about time that I was completely honest with myself."

"You- you really feel the same way?" Joseph was absolutely bewildered at this point, for he was not expecting this response. You nodded your head in response.

"But, from now on if this is gonna work out, you gotta let me off the leash a little. Or else I'll have to... tickle you or something." You set your water bottle on the nearby nightstand and stood up.

"Empty threats, empty threats I say." Joseph blew a raspberry. He also stood up, and you noticed the size difference between the two of you. His tallness was insanely attractive, to the point where it wasn't fair. "Well, I better get going."

"You don't have to if you don't want to, it gets lonely here at night." You shot him a pleading look, slapping the covers where he once sat.

He walked over to you and picked you up, your legs were now wrapped around his giant torso. "You would like that, wouldn't you." Your lips were dangerously close to touching, but he decided not to close the distance, much to your dismay.

"Well, it sounds like a good idea to me." Your arms were draped around the back of his neck. They reached up to play with his hair, and you cherished the feeling of his soft strands. 'His hair really is that soft...'

"You're gonna have to let me grab my clothes then, I'm not sleeping in these." He was still wearing his daily attire.

You slid off of him reluctantly. 'I guess I'll let you go then. Don't take too long."

"No promises!" He teased, exiting your room, leaving you to shut the door behind him. You leaned against the door before closing it, admiring his retreating assets.

After shutting the door, you leaned against it and smiled. That was quite the unexpected turn of events. At least you found out the reason behind Joseph's constant nagging, and quite honestly you wouldn't have it any other way.

#part 3 joseph #oldseph #oldseph x reader #jjba x reader #jjba #jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #i loved writing this #oldseph just really has me like *this*#he's so incredible i can't #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader

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fivour · 4 years ago

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5 from imaginary-legendary-hamilton's list with holnilla?

enabling me to write more about these two’s issues with being vulnerable? i love it op thank you. this got soooooo long and soooooo sad lol i’m sorry but i hope you like it anyways :)

5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” tw: lots of references to depression read on ao3

The lack of action is getting to him.

Hol Horse had decided that, for a little while, he would lay off of his gun. He needs this time to himself, to his thoughts and his newfound anxieties whenever he crosses someone who reminds him of them; although he is very good at telling himself that it is all for Vanilla Ice’s sake.

Vanilla Ice needs him to be there, Hol Horse often lies to himself, and he can’t very well be there if he's dead. He also neglects to acknowledge that he has never even considered the possibility of failing a hit before that shitstorm of a job. Ignoring these sorts of thoughts is one of the few skills he has taken the time to hone in all of his years.

All talents fade when they are not used, though. As this particular one starts to go, Hol Horse is beginning to remember why he has never lasted long in a relationship. The recent weeks have been slow, introspective ones, and he finds that every offhand comment that Vanilla makes about his mood twists his thoughts further into dreariness. Hol can’t convince himself that Vanilla has only noticed the drop in his laughter and the slow onset of a monotone in his voice and, like a good partner, has grown concerned. Even the most careless lover would be caught off guard by Hol’s rather sudden onset of insomnia, but Hol himself is blind to these things.

He’s felt this drop before. He recognizes the actions that he can’t seem to connect with his own emotions. The lingering gazes, the steadily collecting questions, the tension in his own temples and between the two of them — these are the hallmarks of the end that Hol is so familiar with, but something else is there, too.

Hol feels bad.

He feels the end is nigh, and he feels bad.

The indifference he always experiences hasn’t shown its face once. Vanilla leaving him was a thought that came out of the blue and decided to stick around, gnawing on his nerves which were already strung tight.

Hol doesn’t know what he’ll do when the time comes and it terrifies him. It paralyzes him and makes his blood freeze and makes him ask himself just why the hell he has to be like this. Why must he get sad when his distractions run out? If it drives everyone away from him, then why the hell does his mind keep doing it?

Adrenaline, one-night stands, hits. For once, he doesn’t need these temporary reprieves to feel happy, but now he’s sad again and that surely means that Vanilla will tire of him because Hol Horse’s relationships have known no other fate. He feels so idiotic when he thinks these things, and yet the thoughts will not stop coming to him in the dead of the night when Vanilla lays curled up to his side and Hol still cannot sleep despite his warmth.

All these fears and worries do is build and build upon another, until Vanilla finally has had enough, as Hol sees it. He is almost relieved to see the exasperated look on his face when Hol says he isn’t hungry enough to eat dinner.

“Sit,” Vanilla says, pointing towards the kitchen table as if Hol were a child he’s about to scold. He does most things this way; the familiarity is little comfort now.

Hol obliges, crossing his arms over his chest. Vanilla pulls the chair next to his out and sits facing him.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“I just ain’t hungry,” Hol says.

Vanilla frowns. “Now, you know I didn’t mean that, or you wouldn’t have sat down.”

Hol is certain he has a response, but he trips over the words in his mind and can only give Vanilla a look that he hopes expresses all he cannot say.

“Hol, talk to me,” he says, his disposition softening.

The phrase puts him on edge anyways. He almost would have preferred if Vanilla broke up with him, because this is already much more difficult to handle. He is quiet for a long time before managing to piece together: “I’d love to, darlin’, but... I don’t know how.”

“Have I done something?” Vanilla asks.

“No. No, you ain’t it.”

“Then what?”

Hol readjusts his arms over his chest, but Vanilla tugs his arms away and takes one of his hands. The touch is so gentle and warm and brings a vague reassurance with it, but it’s still not getting through to Hol that he can trust Vanilla with this. He’s trusted him with most everything else, but now it is impossible to open up. How does he even explain these feelings that he doesn’t understand? All he knows...

“I’m sad,” he says finally, telling Vanilla the only part of it all that he understands.

Vanilla’s brows draw together. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” Hol says. He hesitates, and then admits, “I kind of thought that you been thinkin’ of leavin’ me.”

“And why would I do that?” He continues to poke and prod and tear down all of Hol’s irrational fears one by one, in that logical, professor-like way of his. They still linger, as irrational fears are prone to do even in the face of rationality; but Hol finds that he doesn’t have a good answer.

“Well... ‘cause I’m sad,” he says.

Vanilla laughs. It’s short and humorless. “Do you really think I’d leave you because you don’t feel well?” He asks. “You’ve done so much for me. I love you. And I want to know what’s wrong because of that.”

Hol finds that his nostrils sting when he breathes in. “I love you, too,” he replies. Despite the amount of times they’ve exchanged the words, it still leaves him feeling so vulnerable to speak them. Bringing his eyes up from their hands and to Vanilla’s genuinely concerned expression, he sighs.

He wants so badly to tell him. To let the dam break and let Vanilla know all the things he’s been obsessing over for the past months.

But what if it’s too much?

What if, when Vanilla knows what’s really going on inside of his head, he decides that love doesn’t go that far?

“Hol?” Vanilla asks when he doesn’t continue, giving his hand a squeeze.

He blinks. He wishes that he had a cigarette, but now is not the moment to grab one, even if his skin itches once he’s considered lighting up. With difficulty, he says, “I like bein’ with you. And it,” — he cringes inwardly at the word — “Scares me that maybe you’d... y’know, leave like the rest ‘em whenever I got like this.”

“The rest of them?” Vanilla encourages.

“Everyone always leaves me when they see I ain’t all charisma and smiles.”

Vanilla doesn’t have to think long about his next words. “They’re not worth much, then.”

His tone is gentle, sweet in the same way as when Hol does something stupid in the barn and comes inside bleeding. “They got a point. I ain’t no fun to deal with.”

“You took care of me when I wasn’t fun to deal with,” Vanilla says. “And I’ll take care of you. That’s how love is supposed to work.”

The words are like a revelation. Hol supposes he never considered that perspective, nor does he understand it now that he’s heard it out loud. You give in love, he always learned, and you don’t expect nothin’ back. When you expect things back, you’re offering yourself up for trouble.

All he can manage is a very dignified, “Oh.”

Vanilla doesn’t comment on it. “Tell me what you need.”

“I...” Hol aches for a cigarette now, needs to breathe in the smoke and let his brain rest from how hard it’s working to put together these sentences. He is tired, and empty, and restless all at once — but with Vanilla’s firm reassurance, he decides he can afford one person on this earth knowing a little more about him. “A hug, for starters.”

Vanilla promptly stands up and pulls Hol up and into his chest, and Hol feels like he can breath again. He never thought about how safe a strong pair of arms around him could feel; but he takes a deep breath and buries his nose into the crook of Vanilla’s neck, and swallowing the lump in his throat is suddenly a little easier now that he’s surrounded by someone who cares.

When they lean back, and Vanilla takes his face in his hands, Hol Horse feels the damning crack in the wall he’s built around himself. And after all these years, he certainly has a few tears to cry.

#ask #holnilla #vanilla ice jojo #hol horse #hurt comfort #au

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 5 years ago

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Psycho Analysis: Hol Horse

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

So last year I thought it was a good idea to try and review all of the enemy Stand users in Stardust Crusaders in a totally random order. The results were… mixed. Some of them I think came out okay, but others? Not so much. One of them was just an entire backhanded attack against some guy who decided to say “No one likes your analyses” because I think ProJared was a creep. It was, quite frankly, a mess, and I never bothered to revisit it and never thought I would, even though I still hadn’t covered the glorious, wonderful human being who is Hol Horse.

Well, now, after playing Heritage for the Future and All-Star Battle as well as just becoming a bit more knowledgeable on JJBA, I’ve decided to not only give Hol Horse his dues, but also at least briefly go back over or cover the other Stand users and give them a rating or an updated rating, as the case may be. So buckle in, this is gonna be a long one, and it’s all gonna start with everyone’s favorite incompetent henchman.

Hol Horse is probably one of the most amazing characters Araki has ever created. Hol Horse is in possession of a powerful Stand, The Emperor, which is literally a magical gun that fires bullets he can control the trajectory of. By all accounts, Hol Horse should be the single most dangerous foe that the Crusaders face, more than even Vanilla Ice. This guy should be able to shoot them all dead without a second thought! There’s just one tiny little caveat:

Hol Horse is a fucking moron.

This man is cowardly, incompetent, and just the punching bag of cruel misfortune as all his plans constantly go awry and he is constantly knocked on his ass. And yet, Hol Horse is still the most beloved enemy Stand User of Stardust Crusaders, and it’s not hard to see why. Because despite all of his bumbling, Hol Horse just oozes a sort of cool you just don’t see every day.

(For best results, listen to this the whole time while reading the following).

Motivation/Goals: Hol Horse is one of the few henchmen of DIO who is motivated purely by his own greed… at least, at first. Eventually he has his ass handed to him one too many times, and he decides to try and assassinate DIO. This goes about as well as you’d expect, and Hol Horse – not just part of it, the ENTIRE Horse – is so scared out of his mind that he decides, yep, loyalty to DIO is the way to go! It doesn’t work out, but hey, he tried, right?

Performance: Imami Williams gives Hol Horse that raspy, American charm he needs in the anime adaptation. With his voice and the animation combined, we get to see our favorite smarmy sharpshooter who can’t shoot for shit shoot his shot and miss every time, and it is simply glorious.

Final Fate: Hol Horse kidnaps Boingo and forces him to work with him to finally get his revenge! With the prophetic skills of Thoth and the raw damage that can be done with Emperor, there’s no way they could lose! And yet, as is always the case with Thoth, things go horrendously awry and Hol Horse, despite having the ability to control the trajectory of his bullets, ends up shooting himself and knocking him out of part 3 for good.

Best Scene: Really, just the entirety of the episodes where he teams up with Boingo, especially when he tries holding up Polnareff. Considering what comes after and what came before it, it’s just the dose of lighthearted fun needed before you watch all of your favorite characters get brutally murdered by DIO and Vanilla Ice,.

Best Quote: There is only one line it could be, and it’s Hol Horse’s response to Thoth’s suggestion he kick a woman in the neck: “Listen, Boingo... I am the nicest man in the world. I have girlfriends everywhere. I might lie to a woman, but I'll never hit them! It doesn't matter how ugly they are! Because I respect women!”

That’s right, everyone. Hol Horse drinks Respect Women Juice.

Final Thoughts & Score: Hol Horse is simply astounding. The character is such a colossal screwup that he shouldn’t be as good as he is… yet he is. The dude is gifted with the most incredible power imaginable, and yet somehow he is never able to do a goddamn thing with that power! You control where the bullets go, dude! How can you not hit anything?! It’s interesting how his cowardice and lack of motivation makes him a perfect representation of the inverted Emperor tarot card, but hey, tarot motifs are par for the course with the Stand users.

But there’s something charming to how pathetic Hol Horse is. He’s always plying second banana, he’s a dirty coward who turns tail and runs when things aren’t looking good for him, he never wins a single battle, he didn’t even kill the one guy it seemed like he killed… but throughout it all he still has this sort of smarmy charisma to him that makes him impossible to hate. It’s no wonder this guy has girls all over the world, because he is a world-class charmer. There’s also how Hol Horse is just a character who really, really lives by his own personal philosophy – that is to say, he always likes to be #2, never going into a fight without backup. It’s kind of refreshing to see him always stick by this, even to his own detriment; it’s hard to hate a man who’s principled to that degree. And, of course, this man respects women. Good on him.

It helps that Hol Horse’s inexplicable popularity has led to him getting his time to shine in outside media. Heritage for the Future has two versions of him, his regular form and one that partners him with Boingo, and in skilled hands his Emperor finally gets to live up to its deadly potential. And he’s no slouch in his return appearance in All-Star Battle, and what’s more impressive is in that game he is part of the base roster while Joseph and Iggy, two of the main heroes, are relegated to DLC! You heard me right: the bumbling cowboy who did not win a single fight or even come close to it and spent a lot of time shooting himself managed to beat out out two iconic heroes from the same part onto the roster! Horsey Man must be doing something right.

As this video shows, Hol Horse is one of the most influential characters in the JJBA franchise, having helped to shape the franchise going forward and helped to inspire the traits that made beloved characters like Guido Mista, Gyro Zeppeli, and Yoshikage Kira as legendary as they are. Hell, Hol Horse is just so awesome he almost got to be a protagonist, but Araki decided that Horsey was too similar to my favorite big-titty Frenchman, Polnareff. This means Hol Horse never got his time to shine as a hero, and so stayed a villain til the end… but hey, can he really be that sad if he gets a 10/10 on Psycho Analysis?

Actually, maybe he wouldn’t like that. He likes to play second fiddle to others, after all. But I guess that’s just the curse with these JoJo villains who want to not stand out; they always end up being the best and most memorable characters.

Anyway, now that we’ve got the best of the best out of the way, it’s time for...

Psycho Analysis: DIO’s Other Henchmen

I’m just gonna give my brief thoughts on these guys. Most of them are pretty one-note oneshots, but there are a few who rise above that and manage to be something else entirely. These guys were a learning experience for Araki, and his enemy Stand users of the week definitely improved with later parts, with Vento Aureo really cranking it up to 11.

But for now, we’re stuck with these guys.

Gray Fly: I actually stand by my opinion from my original review of him; he’s nothing incredibly memorable, but he’s a solid start to the adventure and he is directly responsible for diverting the journey onto the course it ended up going on. Without him, things would have likely played out far differently. A 5/10 is still a good score for him.

Fake Captain Tenille: He actually gets bumped down to a 2/10, due to my changes in how things are scored. He’s not amusing enough to be in the “So bad it’s good” category of the other 3s, he’s just really lame and forgettable, and he still somehow manages to lose when he has the advantage. What a dweeb.

Forever: If you think the monkey boat fight is dropping in score, you’re mistaken. Forever remains at an 8/10 for being such a delightfully weird curveball that helps set the tone for the franchise to follow.

Devo: One of the weirder playable character choices from Heritage for the Future, and certainly not one I like too much; he’s also a random event that is pretty useful in All-Star Battle’s online campaign, so that’s a good mark for him. If nothing else, he gave a good showing of Polnareff’s skills when under pressure, so… yeah. I think a 5/10 is good enough.

Rubber Soul: This review I regret because I was backhandedly responding to that guy who weirdly decided to bring up my distaste for ProJared in a review of Arabia Fats and Kenny G. I do mostly stand by what I said; Rubber Soul is one of the more amusing minor foes, if only because of his ridiculous performance as Kakyoin. Still, it really sucks he was just a clone character in Heritage for the Future… put he gets points for having the iconic cherry-licking as a taunt. 6/10 is where he remains.

J. Geil: Again, my opinion hasn’t changed: J. Geil is a mountain of wasted potential, but at the very least he makes for a good antagonist for his brief appearance and hey, he’s the one who helped bring us the beautiful hunk of man that is Hol Horse, so I’d feel bad giving him less than a 7/10.

Nena: I honestly think Nena is one of the most boring Stand users of the part, which is sad because her episode gives Joseph the spotlight. She’s just really gross and uninteresting, and you’ll likely forget her after her episode is over. 2/10.

ZZ: ZZ is not particularly great, and his design is just there to be a joke, but it’s hard to totally hate a guy who manages to roll references to Christine, Duel, and the album cover for Eliminator by his namesake into one. I think he’s more of a 4/10, but probably on the higher end there. He’s not great, but he has enough going for him to keep me from hating him.

Enya: So if I thought that J. Geil was a waste of potential, I feel this even more so for his mother Enya. Despite being hyped up as this big, intimidating right-hand woman to DIO early on, she gets one appearance where her Stand is defeated by Star Platinum pulling a power out his ass and then is unceremoniously killed by Steely Dan of all people. I will give her this: her interactions with Polnareff are absolutely hilarious. But when all you have going for is some jokes, don’t be surprised when you end up with a 6/10, which you’re pretty much only getting because even despite the mountains of wasted potential you’re really not that bad.

She do be looking hot in the OVA tho.

Steely Dan: My opinion is unchanged; he’s a solid 7/10 oneshot douchebag. Nothing more, nothing less. His level in the PS1 game seriously blows, though.

Arabia Fats: I was too hard on this guy. While I meant everything I said, and his episode is boring filler, does it really make him a bottom of the barrel all-time worst villain? No. It just makes him a crappy joke character. 2/10.

Mannish Boy: I regret not getting to this guy last time, because aside from Forever he’s probably one of the most insane Stand user of the part, seeing as he is an infant. Like, he’s just an evil baby who can kill people in their dreams. And he gets defeated by being force fed his own crap. Much like Forever, it’s fun to speculate where exactly DIO found this guy; did he just go to a nursery and start jabbing babies with the Stand arrow? Did he meet this guy at a Cairo night club? What exactly is Mannish Boy’s origin? He’s just so utterly and hilariously inexplicable. He’s definitely a 7/10; he doesn’t quite have the shock factor that Forever did before him, but let’s not pretend an evil talking baby Stand user isn’t one hell of a weird twist.

Cameo: This guy really lives up to his name; his Stand is the one that gets the most screentime, with the actual Stand user being relegated to a – you guessed it – cameo appearance at the end of the fight. Thankfully, his Stand is an enjoyable take on jerkass genies and gives a pretty sad and disturbing episode that not only features my man Polnareff, but also marks the point where Avdol returns and brings “Hell 2 U!” I think he deserves at least a 7/10, even if this is mainly for Judgment. Still, a Stand is a representation of the user’s soul, so I think it works out.

Here’s the Stand:

And here’s the man behind it:

Midler: Midler is one of the single most interesting characters from the pre-Egypt half of Stardust Crusaders, and is the point where Stand users really started to get interesting. Her Stand, High Priestess, has a really funky and unique design, and her battle serves as the final roadblock before the Crusaders arrive in Egypt. Despite never appearing onscreen, with only her unconscious body being shown at the end of the fight in a way that obscures her, she got to appear in Heritage for the Future with an awesome sexy belly dancer design and a badass moveset that makes her a really fun character to play as. Taking everything into account, I think she just barely scrapes into the bottom of the 8/10 pool, though really this is mainly for her playable appearance.

N’Doul: My opinions really haven’t changed on him. He’s still an 8/10.

Oingo & Boingo: These guys are, in a word, hilarious. In between the grueling, brutal fight with N’Doul and the later fights in the part, these guys bring some much needed levity to the proceedings. Oingo gets an entire episode where he just completely bumbles about as he attempts to impersonate Jotaro to assassinate the Crusaders, failing at every turn and only managing to blow himself up in the end. Boingo fares a little better, eventually getting roped in to Hol Horse’s scheme to get some revenge, which leads to one of the funniest episodes of the entire series as Hol Horse and Oingo hold up Polnareff. I think they collectively get an 8/10 for being two of the funniest Stand users in the part. They even get their own unique end credits in the anime (with Hol Horse joining in on the fun when he teams up with Boingo)!

Anubis: Again, my opinion is unchanged, though I must say him having technically three playable appearances in Heritage for the Future does make me have at least a little more fondness for him. Black Polnareff, Chaka, and Khan are all amusing characters to play as and all have some awesome theme music. Introducing the concept of Stands being able to exist independently of their Original user is pretty neat, as well as the idea of a Stand that can switch users like it does. 7/10 is still what I’d give it, but I think that it’s pretty telling that this is probably the “weakest” character in the Egypt arcs in terms of being a villain, and yet he’s still pretty cool.

Mariah: Completely unchanged. She still deserves an 8/10, because her episode is hilarious, her playable appearance in Heritage for the Future is a blast, and she’s just really frikkin’ hot. I’m not gonna lie, she’s probably my second favorite enemy Stand user out of the Egyptian ones. I may or may not want her to step on me.

Alessi: I’m going to be honest here: Alessi is my favorite of the Egyptian Stand users. He’s an ax crazy coward with pedophile undertones who is just an utterly demented and sick individual with a seriously intriguing Stand that de-ages its victims. It’s a damn shame he never crossed paths with Joseph and de-aged him, but when he’s just such a hilarious and hateable lunatic with an incredibly fun playable appearance in Heritage for the Future (complete with awesomely creepy theme music!) it’s hard for me to give Alessi anything less than a 9/10. Attaboy!

Daniel J. D’Arby: My opinion is honestly unchanged, but I think I’d bump him down to an 8/10.

Pet Shop: Again, unchanged really. It’s hard to give a character as busted as he is in Heritage for the Future anything less than a 9/10 any way you slice it.

Telence T. D’Arby: Opinion unchanged, 8/10. I don’t have much else to say here, besides Xander Mobus rocks.

Kenny G: See Arabia Fats above. I got irrationally mad over a dumb joke character. He’s not going above a 2/10, but he’s not worth really getting mad about.

Vanilla Ice: I still think he’s the only enemy Stand user besides Hol Horse who deserves his 10/10. My opinion of him remains unchanged, but I would like to say he’s easily one of my favorite characters to play as in All-Star Battle.

Nukesaku: Ok, he’s not an enemy Stand user, he’s just some weird vampire… zombie… thing. Still, I feel he’s at least worth briefly mentioning, if only because he’s probably the only easily-defeated joke villain Araki did from the first three parts who is particularly memorable. Wired Beck and Doobie are really not all that memorable, but Nukesaku at least elicits a few chuckles – he even gets cameos in Heritage for the Future as well as getting to be a stage hazard in All-Star Battle. For what he is, I think he deserves a 5/10.

And with all these enemies taken care of, that just leaves one more Stand user to talk about.. one whose Psycho Analysis has been sitting in my drafts for a year now...

#Psycho Analysis #Hol Horse #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Stardust Crusaders #Imami Williams

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giogio-gucci-gangstar · 5 years ago

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Bonding Time with Dr Phil

DIO takes Hol Horse and Vanilla Ice to therapy.

Thx @iggybestdoggo for the absolutley CURSED reccomendations

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Hol Horse and Vanilla Ice had been instructed to drive DIO into a recording studio in Cairo. Neither particularly knew why, but DIO had insisted it would be a bonding experience.

When they finally arrived, Enyaba greeted them, telling DIO that everything had been set up and “he was ready.” Hol Horse wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but most of the time he wasn’t sure what DIO meant so he went along anyways.

“Master DIO, May I ask why we are here?” Vanilla Ice was equally as confused as Hol Horse.

“I have arranged a meeting with the great Dr. Phil from the color box I had installed in my room. He helps people deal with issues like ours.” DIO explained as if that was a sufficient answer.

“Other people want to kill the Joestars?” Hol scrunched up his face, worrying that they would have to go up against more stand users.

“Mm not particularly. More of an issue with ‘partnership’.” DIO responded vaguely.

Oh shit, Hol Horse thought you himself, DIO didn’t have the best skills in matchmaking when it came to Hol’s previous partners...

The trio entered the studio only to find an empty audience but a rotund man tied to a chair in the center.

“Phil, I am sure Enyaba has filled you in on our... little predicament?” DIO was towering over the man who was visibly sweating through his tacky clothes.

“Uh. Yes sir. But I’m afraid I can’t work with hookers. Against studio policy.” Dr. Phil tried explain.

“There are no ‘hookers’ here,” DIO sneered down at the man.

“Well. I’m afraid that one over there in the leotard needs to cover up his ass cheeks or we won’t be able to get anything accomplished.”

“Hmm I suppose you’re right they are quite distracting. Vanilla Ice put one some tights.”

“Yes master.” Vanilla Ice scurried off trying to find sake thing suitable.

“Actually Vanilla-“ Hol started, but was interrupted by DIO, “No no, you’ll be staying here.”

“Well,” DIO sat down and crossed his legs, “let’s start things shall we?”

“I don’t know what you’re trying to start but-“

“SILENCE” DIO screamed at Dr Phil, turning instead to Hol Horse.

“Darling Hol, do you like being eaten?” DIO nearly whispered, leaning into Hol’s seat.

“Uh sir, I think if I had been eaten I wouldn’t be sitting here.” Hol stuttered.

“Ohh, so you wouldn’t even be able to sit let alone walk if you had? Isn’t that delightful.” DIO purred.

“I mean sir I feel like that’s kind of a life or death sort of-“

“Oh it’s that significant for you is it?” DIO was practically frothing at the mouth when Vanilla Ice jogged back in, dressed like he had just finished Jazzercise.

Dr. Phil looked between the three gentleman skeptically, “So you three are-“

“Partners. We’re partners.” DIO declared looping one arm around Hol and the other around Vanilla.

“Uh. Okay whatever you say yellow man-“

“HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT ME LIKE THIS YOU INSIGNIFCANT PEASANT-“

“I think you lot need to calm the fuck down. And to find some god.“ Dr Phil was going to say something pithy about thier outfits and male strippers but DIO was getting just a smidge infuriated.

“Phil. I am the closest thing to god you will ever see. And if you don’t want to spend an eternity under my thumb I suggest you get on with it.” DIO snarled close to the porky man’s ear.

“Uh alright then. Uh Sir. Um what exactly brings you into me today?” Dr Phil stuttered as the sudden reality of his situation hit. Sure he had had some really weird people in his show, and of course he had dealt with egomaniacs, people with god complexes, and the occasional BDSM tie up. But never all three at the same time. And certainly not with a giant beefcake of a man with two whorish lackeys.

“Simple. Ibe brought you two here because I want a threesome.” DIO stated, as if it was the only logical conclusion to this scenario.

Vanilla Ice hurled himself out of his chair and at DIO, “WHAT am I suddenly not ENOUGH for you? I bleached MY ASSHOLE for you!”

“And it was delicious,” DIO patted Vanilla Ice’s head, “but I desire more...” And with that open ended statement he threw a lustful look at Hol Horse.

“Oh... OHHHH!” Hol finally caught on to what DIO was saying. He stood up slowly and walked over to DIO.

He leaned in close to whisper in his ear, “I didn’t really peg this piggy over here to be your style, but go at it. I won’t stop you guys!” Hol threw a wink to a stupefied DIO and a disgusted Vanilla Ice before strolling out.

#dio #DIO #dio brando #Hol Horse #vanilla Ice #DIO x Vanilla Ice x Hol Horse #HolDIOHorse #Dr Phil

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stardustedsins · 8 months ago

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Kiss Prompts #44: A kiss out of lust

Hol Horse/reader (gender neutral reader)

This one is rated T, but doesn't get up to M, so I won't tag nsfw.

It’s been a slow afternoon at the bar today. It usually is, around this time. That’s why you’re the only one working right now. They won’t pay two employees when there’s hardly enough work for one just so you can have someone to talk to. There’s only one customer right now, and he seems to be taking his time with his beer, not in any hurry to order more. Which means your tips for this shift are probably just gonna be the dollar or two he’ll (hopefully) leave you for his one drink.

Flirting gets better tips, right? Maybe you should try it, you think. You should at least be able to get him to order something else. You check yourself over once and leave the back bar to approach his corner booth.

“Doing alright over here?” You make sure to make eye contact. “Can I get you anything else?”

He looks you up and down briefly, which is certainly promising.

“I’m just having a drink on my way out of town. I'll be outta your hair soon enough.”

“Aw, that’s a shame. You’re the only one here to keep me company.” It might be a little too unsubtle, but he smiles.

“Then maybe I oughta buy you a drink.”

“Maybe you should.” You say, and he nods.

“Go ahead and put it on my tab, then.”

“Yes, sir.” You wink and go to pour yourself a beer (better to match what he’s having) before coming back to slip into the booth opposite him. “Mind if I sit?”

“Not at all.”

You look him over, letting your gaze linger here and there. He’s not bad looking at all. This might even be fun.

“I haven’t seen you around before, but you said you’re leaving town already. Just passing through?”

“Yeah, I travel a lot for work.”

“What do you do, Mister…?” You let the end trail off, hoping he’ll give you his name.

“Hol. I do contract work.” You’re not sure if he means he works under contract or on the contracts themselves, but you don’t really care.

“Well, I hope you had some time to see the sights while you’ve been here.”

“Oh, I’ve seen some beauty in this town for sure.” Hol winks at you, and you feel yourself blush. What a charmer. You take another sip of your beer to cool down.

His foot bumps against yours, very deliberately, under the table. You nudge him back, playing along.

“It can get lonely, being on the road all the time.” He says suggestively. “It’s always nice to have a little company from time to time.”

You know exactly what he means, but you decide to keep engaging. Maybe you wouldn’t mind his company.

“Then I’m glad I came to talk to you.” You play it up a little, giving him a coy look. “I wouldn’t want to leave you all by yourself on your last day in town.”

“Very kind of you.” He says, finishing his drink. You don’t want him to go just yet, but you don’t think he’s in as much of a hurry anymore. “How much longer are you here for?”

“Too long.” You sigh, but you have to make it clear that’s not a rejection. “You know, I usually lock up for my break around this time. But I wouldn’t want to send my only customer away so soon.”

“Go ahead and lock up. I can stay a little longer.”

You nod and stand from the booth, retrieving your keys from your back pocket in the most conspicuous way you can manage. You glance back to make sure he’d seen, and find him watching you with a heated gaze. Good. You flip the sign on the door to the closed side, then the smaller “on break” sign next to it.

Hol’s out of the booth when you come back, standing in front of it waiting for you.

“You wanna take that break in the back somewhere, for privacy?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“I think we should stay out here, actually.” You lean lightly back against the table, inviting. He finally touches you, hands on your waist as he leans in close, and then he kisses you. It’s hungry and wanting and you kiss right back with the same enthusiasm, even as the table digs into your back with the way he presses you against it. You feel hot, like whatever had been building between the two of you had spilled over when he touched you. The press of him against your thigh as you kiss him tells you he feels the same.

You stop just long enough to put your hands on the tabletop behind you and boost yourself up to sit on it, with Hol’s hands on your waist helping. As soon as your hands are free again you tangle them in his hair and pull him close to kiss him again as his hands start to wander.

In the end, you get a lot more than just that tip you’d been worried about.

#my writing #kiss prompts #gender neutral reader #sfw #stardust crusaders #hol horse #implied not sfw

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silvertsundere · 2 years ago

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Silver Talks AniManga (26/02/23)

I read a buncha stuff and it’s only been increasing over time and I like yapping about it so gonna start making a post like this every sunday (jump day) so I can dump all my thoughts for the week, stuff is in the order I read it in (best stuff last for the stuff that comes out on sunday), tho sometimes something will be at the top if I did a big catch up or there’s a new series obviously there’s gonna be spoilers under cut sometimes tho not like I expect anyone to actually read these but and sometimes I don’t have much to say about stuff but yeah. tho since this is the first it’s mostly just my overall opinion on them (especially the jump stuff) if something isn’t on here it’s cause I’m either not reading it, or not caught up yet (most likely the latter)

Dandadan Ch94

I was very unsure about dandadan in the first chap cause it made me a bit uncomfortable but it’s actually really good. it’s stupid how incredibly good the art is for a weekly series. it’s currently trucking along a training arc, so not much happened, but all that talk about spirals got my ttgl loving ass very interested in what okarun gonna do in the future

Jojo: The Hol Horse/Josuke spinoff Ch13

I actually started reading this right after I finished P8 cause “well it’s more jojo and there’s only like 11 chaps so not gonna take that long to catch up anyway” and it’s p decent for not being written by araki. as for this chap, ryoko finally saw kakyoin so it’s gonna end sooner than later, tho I obviously never expected it to be that long only 2 or 3 vols, tho I gotta say I’ve really enjoy the characterization they gave dio and showing him recruit his goons from part 3

One Punch Man Ch177

OPM is one of my favourite manga ever so I don’t think there’s much else for me to say. saitama fighting tatsumaki has been very pog, excited to continue seeing this fight, I love tatsumaki so all these recent chaps have been a treat, especially that panel in 176 where saitama squishes her against his chest OOF

Tokyo Underworld Ch32

it’s like an isekai gory survival game,it’s nothing to write home about but it’s also not bad enough to drop and I love danganronpa so I thought it could scratch that itch (it didn’t but oh well). as for the chap, I thought having leonidas and jeanne to go up against was already bad enough for the protags but now cao cao showed up too so good luck to them

Choujin X Ch35

the newest manga from tokyo ghoul’s author, chapters come out when they’re ready and sometimes they’re crazy long cause of that. it’s kinda hard to keep track of cause of that, and cause it’s ishida too lol, but it isn’t bad at all. this chap came after a 4 parter chapter, and it’s a 59 page one, calm down ishida. a big time skip huh? certainly didn’t expect it, chap was mostly the aftermath of the previous battle and then a fastforward in time to where we are now the final shot was cool tho

PPPPPP Ch70 (Finale)

from the start I never liked the art and never cared about any of the characters. I used to have it at a 5 but I bumped it down to 4 cause I didn’t care about the ending either, especially the rushing to “resolve” the other brothers’ stories in the last few chaps which even ignored some of them. the story was ok at best but way too confusing and hard to follow at some points, even if you didn’t read it weekly but all back to back. all the performances looked cool at least

Ichigoki’s Under Control!! Ch12

it’s a gag manga so it really depends on your sense of humour, but I think it’s really bad, and most people seem too since it always places so low in the rankings. last chap had a huge timeskip so hopefully it’s ending soon.

The Ichinose Family's Deadly Sins Ch14

another one I haven’t liked since the start. it’s way too edgy for my taste, recently it’s moved on from being edgy for the sake of it and actually doing stuff, but it also feels like it’ll end soon so I’m thankful for that. it has some cool panel composition sometimes tho

Ginka & Glüna Ch23

while the art, especially the action, is good looking most of the time the rest of the manga doesn’t really do anything special and it’s gonna get axed sooner than later so rip to the author

Fabricant 100 Ch11

another one that’ll prob get axed soon. the art isn’t bad, reminds me of fma tbh, but it’s p boring since the mc’s sidekick is so much more powerful than the enemies, the arc from the last few chaps was a bit more interesting and today’s chap wasn’t bad but still not enough to save it I think.

Jiangshi X Ch6

the art’s good but it has felt pretty generic so far, tho today’s chapter moved the plot along a bit so we’ll see, this isn’t on the jump mag so no risk of it getting axed too soon like some other stuff

Tokyo Demon Bride Story Ch24

it’s a shame that’s it getting axed soon instead of one of the 4 I mentioned before. the art’s great, all the designs are fun and the charas are likeable

Cipher Academy Ch13

the nisio series, which I always joke about being rough for the translator, that actually made the current translator quit lmao. while it’s not a series for everyone it’s doing alright in rankings so I hope it sticks around for a good while, I always enjoy getting some nisio stuff when it’s possible. today’s chap had a neat development too

Witch Watch Ch98

a very cute chap today, good for nico finally having some time alone with moi

Blue Box Ch90

I was actually very unsure of blue box when I started it cause if feels so shoujo-y but I actually ended up really liking it a lot and I’m invested in taiki and natsu. today’s chap was incredible too oh my god

Mashle Ch145

it’s getting an anime in april! and it’s prob gonna adapt the whole manga cause it’ll end soon! it starts off as a comedy manga making fun of “magic school” series but it eventually becomes a very pog battle manga, while still retain some of it’s comedy. it’s currently on the battle against the final villain so not much more left.

The Elusive Samurai Ch99

Matsui’s 3rd series and 3rd hit wao! it’s only a matter of time til it gets an anime too so that’s an incredible track record for him. it’s a period piece with matsui’s usual flair to it, the art is very good, especially some of the more detailed panels he pulls off sometimes. today introduced some new characters and set up the mcs to get some power ups next chap, the big 100, so that was fun

Sakamoto Days Ch108

one of the best things on jump rn and probably getting an anime announcement sometimes this year. I like to describe it as “anime john wick”. the fight coreography, set pieces and everything is just some of the best in any manga, not even just now but that I’ve read ever. really hope it gets picked up by a studio that doesn’t half ass it cause it deserves the love.

Akane-banashi Ch51

currently my favourite series in jump by a long shot!! it’s crazy too cause when it started I was like “eh how are they gonna pull off a manga about rakugo”but they did, oh boy did they. it got recommendations from both oda AND anno on vol 1 and 2 so you know it’s something special. please read it if you haven’t yet. today’s chap was very good as usual, it was the backstory of akane’s main rival

Ayakashi Triangle Ch121

yabuki’s, of TLR fame, newest series, it doesn’t have as many lewd moments but it has more action to make up for it. I really enjoy it at lot but ofc I do it’s yabuki how could I not, his art is just a treat to look at and he knows how to make entertaining manga

#whew that was a lot of yapping #but had to be like that cause first time #silver talks animanga

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abbacchiosbelt · 5 years ago

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Who is into having their face sat on for oral sex? I just want my thick thighs and ass to be worshipped by fine men

whilst i headcanon that they’re all more than happy to go down on their partner, there’s a few that particularly love having their face sat on♡(｡- ω -)

surprisingly, kars really enjoys it — he’s still in a position of power, but he loves to have your thick thighs wrapped around his face while he works you into multiple orgasms.

joseph, though often excitable and ready to rush things, fucking loves being beneath you while he eats you out. he wants to explore every bit of you with his mouth. his cock is rock hard the entire time. has an incurable sickness for the thiccness.

polnareff finds it especially arousing, especially if you have on a cute set of lingerie — he likes when thighs squish out over the tops of their stockings.

avdol lives to please his partner — so while he knows you’ll always return the favor, he’s more than happy to act as a throne for you while he eats you out with reverence. loud while he works. finds beauty in everyone, but can’t deny how much a squishy pair of thighs turns him on.

n’doul takes particular interest in the act. he loves feeling how you react to him and hearing the noises you make is like music to his ears. he’s keenly aware of how he affects you, and he delights in it. thick thighs give him something tangible to hold onto and sink his fingers into, so he’s inclined towards partners with more to love.

hol horse, for all his posturing, is happy to get beneath you and eat you out as if you were a fine meal. loves a good pair of thick thighs.

bruno is very good with his mouth, so it only makes sense that he’d like to treat you with it whilst you’re sat on his face. loves thick thighs.

abbacchio is practically begging to be beneath you. whilst he can certainly take the lead in the bedroom, being under you really gets him going, not to mention how fucking hot he thinks you are. squish that man.

risotto likes the contrast between your body and his and he loves tasting you and feeling you writhe on top of him as he holds you over his eager mouth.

formaggio is a little sloppy, but he puts effort into it and he’s vocal about how much it turns him on. will jiggle your thighs because he loves them so much.

melone… well, there’s not much reason to explain — melone is eager to taste and experience every bit of you, so it’s only natural he wants you to sit on his face. extremely weak for the thiccness

doppio is a little shy about it, but he loves having you above him and eagerly grinding yourself into his hungry mouth. very good at it, for how shy he is about it. he loves your thighs and thinks they’re cute.

gyro is going to have you screaming — somehow, absolutely incredible with his mouth and loves eating you out, especially if you’re on top of him. loves the squish.

diego may act like he’s doing you some big favor, but he absolutely loves it and could spend all day with his mouth on your sex, especially with your pillowy thighs around his head.

#jjba headcanons #not sfw #hello-darkness1738 #my writing

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yourmomswallet · 5 years ago

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Hold Onto Your Hat, Cowboy

Around 10 000 words. Make a cup of something, get a nice blanket or fan, and sit your butt down for some Himbo Goodness.

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With the midday sun beaming down on you, you can’t help but wear something on your head and eyes. You look like a shady dealer of some sort, walking in the shadows and shade of the streets. You can’t find the bar where the boys decided to meet, even though they said it was right across from the motel. As you search, you stop at the stalls and small stores of the town, just visiting around.

Checking your watch, you see that it’s past the time you’ve agreed to meet the gang, almost a quarter after 7. You curse yourself for getting carried away browsing the town’s shops. Hopefully, a new bracelet or ring will suffice for an apology to each of them. You walk around a bit more to try to find the bar. The bright sun has dimmed down a significant amount, to where you don’t need your sunglasses to make out signs and faces.

Finally, you find the bar. Illuminated by string lights and covered with interesting decorations, you walk into the building. You don’t immediately sit at the table they’re at, but go to the barkeep for a drink. They won’t miss you for just a few more minutes.

The tall stool feels like heaven to your tired feet. Setting your small satchel down on the bar top, you peel off your hood to reveal your face. The fans blast air into your face, your scalp and skin reveling in the way the breeze makes you feel cooler. You feel eyes staring at you, burning into your head. Looking over, you can see a buff looking man in a cowboy-like hat. His tunic is strange, too, unlike any shirt you’ve seen worn in the area. He must be a foreigner.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“Why, yes you can, baby. Yer all alone, and I’d hate to leave someone as pretty as you by yerself.” He has a somewhat charming smile on his face, trying to make you pay more attention to him. To impress you, he leans his arm on the bar and flexes, making sure to seem as natural as possible. You show no signs of being impressed, just a polite smile.

“Well, I’m not alone. Some of my friends are here with me.” You point behind you to your friends. He doesn’t exactly get the message as he assumes you’re accompanied by two women who are dressed like you. He sees the group he’s supposed to be following behind them. What could happen in a few moments without stalking them? Especially with a lovely thing like you as a distraction.

“Would ya mind me buying you a drink then? Anything for a beautiful woman,” he compliments.

“Hmmm… I’ll take you up on your offer, cowboy,” you say. You’re still suspicious of him, making a note to make sure he doesn’t tamper with your beverage. “Make it a whiskey on the rocks.”

“So ya like ‘em strong, huh?” he asks while getting the barkeep’s attention to order your drink.

“I’m a big girl,” you inform him.

As he orders, you look behind you to see if your friends are still there. You notice Joseph trying to wave you over. Interestingly enough, he seems impatient about it. His motions are obvious to any onlooker, as his exaggerated movements make him appear to be swatting insects quite feverishly.

“Excuse me, sir. My friend needs me at the moment. I’ll be right back!”

“No problem, baby. I’ll watch yer seat for ya.” He winks at you and you hesitantly smile back.

Walking to the table, you make sure the peculiar yet oddly charming man isn’t tampering with your drink. You didn’t need ‘being drugged’ added to your list of awful experiences during the adventure. The older man finally stops his swatting and waving to talk to you.

“Who’s that fellow over there?” he whispers. Taking a hint from his voice level, you follow along.

“I have no idea. He offered to get me a drink, so I’m just being nice for the free alcohol. Why? Is he one of Dio’s henchmen or something?” you ask, still watching over your just poured drink.

The broad man takes out a cigarette and lights it, taking a drag before drinking out of his glass. He downs it in one gulp.

It’s Avdol’s turn to warn you about the odd cowboy.

“We have suspicions that he’s been sent by Dio to track us. While you were gone, he seemed to be near every place that we were, constantly.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you pick up on what exactly happened when you were gone. Your mind churns to come with an idea to get information out of the man. As soon as a feasible plan comes into grasp, you make it known to the group and hightail it to the bar as to not seem like you plan on ditching him. Before you can leave, you’re stopped after a few steps.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay? This seems dangerous, and we don’t even know if this man is actually one of Dio’s henchmen. One of us can follow after you,” Kakyoin suggests.

“She’s a grown woman. Just let her go,” Jotaro insists. The man doesn’t look to be much of a threat.

You thank him for concern, but you know none of them would be able to help you out. Besides, your Stand was certainly able to handle whatever the man could throw at you. There’s no other choice other than to take this man head-on.

As you settle back in your seat, you can make out the ice that has slightly melted since you were gone. Unfortunately, your drink is watered down but still bearable. The sting in your throat and chest were enough to distract you from the slight water taste. You feel a bit more comfortable talking to the flirty man after having alcohol in your system.

“So, you never told me your name. Should I call you “stranger” for the rest of the night?” you ask, purposely fluffing your hair back to seem like you care about how you appear to him.

“I suppose I could let you know, but ya better make good on your sayin’ you’ll be with me the entire night,” he states, tapping off his cigarette’s ashes into a tray. Looking your way, meeting your eyes, he takes a drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke into a heart shape. How he did it, you didn’t know. The Crusaders look at each other in disgust at what’s taking place. Silently, they commend you for taking one for the team. For Holy.

You giggle. “Well, if you’ll let me. A big, strong man like you probably has a line up of pretty women just waiting for their turn.” You look away, pretending to be upset. Your hand meets your cheek and your lips pout.

Calloused fingers push your chin up to make you face him. Looking through your eyelashes, you see his cigarette is in the corner of his mouth as he grins at you.

“Sweetheart, Hol Horse always has time for a gal like you,” he winks.

“Oh, stop it. You’re making me blush. There’s no way you could ever find me attractive. I’m just a simple, plain girl.”

“Nah, none’a that now. A fine lady like yerself should know how beautiful you are,” he says as he points at you. You can’t believe how polite he is. For someone under Dio’s command, he doesn’t seem too bad of a guy. Unless he’s just trying to get into your pants.

“You know, I don’t do this too often, but would you… I dunno, maybe wanna…” you trail off to try to sound coy, wringing your hands. You knew he would be easy to persuade but just in case. Your clothes won’t allow you to do anything suggestive, so you have to rely on something else. A finger tracing your lips, a subtle nudge of the foot against his leg, a come hither gleam in your eyes. He’d be a fool not to pick up on the signs.

“Wh-What is it, baby?” You have his full attention.

“Oh, I’m just making a fool of myself. It was silly of me to think you’d wanna go somewhere more private.”

Hol grabs your hands with his calloused ones. His face seems quite serious.

“Darlin’, don’t tease a man like this. I don’t think ya know just how much I’ve been holdin’ back from askin’ ya the same thing,” he confesses. “Didn’t wanna seem desperate to get to know ya more.”

“Mr. Horse, it’d be my pleasure if you’d join me at my room tonight,” you whisper close to him.

The whole time you flirted with him, you had been inching closer and closer. So had he. At this point, you two are just a few inches from each other’s presence. You can smell the smoke on him, even after he’s put out his cig. His musky scent is accompanied by an earthy smell. He smells like man. Not that you really mind. Blue eyes and blonde hair with a side of stupid. Exactly how you like them.

“Lead the way, baby. I’ll follow you wherever ya like.”

As you get up out of the seat and smooth out your clothes, Hol pays for the drinks by setting a few bills on the bar. You make eye contact with the Crusaders and nod. Everything was under control so far.

“My motel room isn’t too far away. We don’t need a cab.”

Hol follows your lead. Trekking up the stairs and down the halls, you finally find your small room. Thank goodness you got a separate room this time. You didn’t want to have to explain why you had men’s underwear on your floor or men’s cologne in the air.

Unlocking the door is quick, and so is slipping inside. Right as he steps in, you shove him onto your newly made bed. His audible response makes you laugh. You rid your outer garment that guarded your body against the sun. You can feel his eyes on you as you strip. Smiling, you inform him that he can make himself comfortable as you visit the bathroom.

The bathroom pauses your act. Or could you even call it an act now? You’re enjoying yourself now. It has been a while since you’ve gotten a little love from another touch. Maybe you can enjoy Hol’s presence and also get some information out of him. Grinning, you look at yourself in the small mirror provided on the wall. You make sure your appearance is okay. Breath, hair, smell? You have everything covered. Looking underneath your clothes, you make sure you’re ready to have a little fun.

Hol also makes sure he’s ready to romp around with you while you’re in the other room. He knows he should be watching those five, but Dio would just have to wait. There’s no way he’s missing out on this. Looking around the room, he sees your suitcase and toiletry bag. Does he dare sneak? Hol takes another look towards the bathroom door and decides he has enough time.

Carefully, he opens up the unzipped flap and examines what you’ve brought. In neat rows, he sees shirts and pants folded up into small squares. Nothing juicy. Searching a bit more seems dangerous, but it’s a risk he’s willing to take. He unzips a small compartment on the side of the case with no results. Just some socks. Huffing, he tries another. Again, just some underwear. Boring and plain.

He’s interrupted by the bathroom door opening. You appear, face morphing into confusion. He looks like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing, naughty boy?”

He laughs nervously while trying to explain himself coherently. After many stutters and random filler noises, you stop him.

“If you wanted to see my underwear, all you have to do is ask,” you state like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Still nervous and shaken up from getting caught, his confident self seems to be a bit embarrassed. Were you serious?

“Umm- heh. C-Could I perhaps see your, uh, underwear, baby?” He sounds unsure of what you’ll say. His hand reaches behind his neck while he stands there, hand still holding onto some white panties. He throws them to the side when he realizes this, and you chuckle at his antics.

“I don’t think you really deserve it now. Do you?” Your eyebrows lift, challenging him to say otherwise.

Slowly walking towards him, you grab the underwear out of his hands. Hands run up his solid chest to his shirt collar. He’s pulled down to your height in one tug.

“Baby, I’ll take whatever you’ll give me,” he says breathlessly. You’ve got him hooked and haven’t even given him a taste. Your smile is a bit more sinister than before. Hol doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into.

Fingernails scratching his neck lightly, you purr in his ears which in turn makes him shiver. The quiet room makes your words amplify. His face runs hot as you hold his cheeks. Holding his breath, he waits for your response. You bring his mouth close to yours and warn him.

“I hope you’re ready to work for it.”

Speechless, Hol is tossed back onto the bed. You waste no time pushing him against the headboard and straddling him. His hands find your hips and grip hard, most likely leaving bruises for tomorrow. You don’t mind. He’s surprised as you grab his neck and pull him up, breathing heavily from being tossed around. Noses meet and you smile again, this time in a more playful manner. Gentle kisses are placed on his neck and jaw, licks peppered in between sucking. Hol’s groans make you hum in satisfaction, happy that you’re making him feel like this. You’re too absorbed into marking him up as yours to notice that he’s reached up your shirt until you feel rough fingers tickling your sides. Immediately, your hands push him away.

“Did I say you could do that?” you ask as you trace your fingertips across his chest and arms.

Feathery touches of your lips on his ears make him gasp and grip the sheets of the bed. The blood in his body has left to one central point, but his body is still sensitive to your touch. Extremely sensitive. He’s never felt like this before, even with his level of experience. Every touch has lit a fire underneath his skin, flames spreading slowly as your fingers and lips mark every inch of exposed skin. Was this just the effect of being with you? Perhaps it was just the heat of the moment.

Little does Hol know, your Stand is the culprit behind the intense feelings. If your body fluids touch his body, his nerves’ and cells' reactions to any stimulant would increase. If you were to hit him now, the pain would feel a 100th more painful than it actually is. As long as you make sure to leave some type of fluid on him at all times, his body will be high off your Stand.

He’s starting to feel the scratch of the cloth of his shirt and pants. His brain tells him to take it off immediately, the burning starting to get hotter. You smirk at his sudden need to strip.

“Be a gentleman and give me a show, won’t you?” you ask him, aware that he’s desperate to get the fabric off his body, but not to the point where he’ll do absolutely anything to disrobe.

“O-Of course. Anythin’ fer- AAH!” He’s cut off by your nails scraping up his abs and obliques. “Anything fer you, sweetheart.” Practically panting by now, he struggles to keep his cool and strips slowly, one article at a time.

“That’s a good boy,” you praise him, helping him by taking his hat and placing it on your head. The moan that leaves him is a mixture from the sting from the friction of skin and cloth and the approval from you.

You sit back on his shins and watch him scoot up the headboard. First his shirt. His face contorts into a pained grimace, hands grabbing for his shirt hem to pull up and over his head. He can’t handle the sensitivity of his skin making contact with the shirt and keeps losing grasp of the thick fabric. You grin at his little misfortune but stay put, wanting to see how long he can keep going before caving in to ask for assistance. A noticeable bulge displays itself in his pants. You control yourself before you try to paw at it, but your mouth still salivates a bit just looking at it.

His hands take their time in lifting the shirt up. As they rise up, you get a better view to gawk at his bulky muscles and body hair. Dirty blonde hair dusted his chest and stomach, as well as freckles. Not too much, not too little. You lean forward and tug on a small patch, which makes him gasp for air. Assuming it’s real pain, you smooth out the hair and massage the area. His pained expression changes into one of relief. You take the shirt out of his hands and toss it behind you with the hat.

By now, he’s realized you won’t give him a chance to show his dominance. But he’s fine with being thrown about for a night. All the ladies he’s been with before assumed he was in charge when it came to the dirty act, or they were too shy to try to take control. You’re different. He trusts you enough to let you push and pull him around wherever you want. He’d never see you after this, so what’s wrong with taking a chance for just one night? A gentleman does what he can to please his lady. If that be taking every single slap or bite, so be it.

“P-Please, help me. These clothes is just- ah, burnin’ me up.”

Fingers play with his body hair a little longer before you respond with a smile. His incoherent speech is a sign he’s close to the full experience, but that just might be his way of speaking.

“I suppose I can help you out, just this once. But you’ll have to do something for me in return. Is that something you can handle?” Your head tilts in curiosity. Hopefully, he’s close to the point of no return, where his body can’t handle anything other than a light puff of air on his skin.

“Ahhh… promise. Wh-Whatever ya want, I’ll do it. Just get me outta these things,” Hol begs.

Sliding his pants down, you can see he’s wearing a pair of boxer-briefs. You can also see what is underneath them.

‘Just wait a little longer,’ you remind yourself.

Hol moans as your nails press into his thick thighs when you push down his pants to his knees. You move to the left side of him and pull down the garment farther, finally off his body. Both you and he are happy to have nothing on his body, except for the pair of underwear. Tossing his pants to the side, you take a glance at his face. Eyes are glazed over with tears and lust, face blushed. You can’t wait to see his face after his fifth orgasm, hoping for drool and nothing behind his eyes but lust. You’re going to milk him for all he’s worth.

Hol doesn’t understand the sudden giggle from you as you stare at him. ‘Did I do something funny? What- Oooohhh fuuuuuck that feels gooood.’

Gentle touches on the tip of his cock through his underwear make him grip the sheets around him. A single stroke of your finger makes him shake profusely. That’s what he’s been yearning for from the beginning of your teasing. Oh, it feels like heaven with the current use of your Stand. He doesn’t understand why he’s shaking, but he knows he doesn’t want it to stop.

“P-p-please… d-don’t stoooooop,” he slurs.

He has to stop himself from not lolling his tongue out as he begs. But it’s your personal goal to make him feel like he has no self-control over his body. You’re going to pleasure him to the point of no return, to where he physically can‘t see or feel anything but pure pleasure. He’s never felt like this before. He feels close to coming already.

“Remember, you still owe me a favour,” you remind him. His sluggish nods speed up as he realizes what you’re saying. “I need you to tell me when you’re going to come, all right? Be a good boy. Can you do that for me?” you ask him. You know he won’t be able to handle much, but you really want to push him to his limit. Would it really be that terrible of you to make him explode, just once?

“Y-yeah, can do,” he responds.

He’s unsure if he can hold his release back until you tell him otherwise. The feeling of your gentle caresses on his dick makes his body go crazy. Hol doesn’t know how many more strokes it will take before actually blowing up. His balls feel full, stuffed, his dick red and almost sore. You take your hand and cup it, stroking along the the cock’s underside and pushing it against his abs. The wet fabric on top also moves.

“I’m gonna-”

Hol is cut off by you kissing him. You straddle his lap again, making sure to press down with your hips into his.

“Don’t you dare.”

Gasps and moans make their way into your grinning mouth. He’s still being good for you, as his hands haven’t left the sheets still. He wants- no needs to touch you, but he’s scared you’ll move or tie him up. He feels an oncoming orgasm, and you pushing yourself closer to his clothed member and harder into the kiss isn’t helping his case. Your combined sounds fill the room. The moonlight and lamplight illuminate your features, making you look like an angel when you pull away. He can’t believe you’re real. You peck his open mouth once more before stroking his chest.

His nipples are sensitive, you already know that. What you don’t know is how much you can press and pull and suck on them before he’s coming through his thin underwear. Licking and sucking them, one after another, his nipples are swollen and puffy. Hol watches the top of your head in disbelief. He’s never been this taken care of during foreplay. Your tongue keeps flicking around his nipples and alternates between licking fat stripes on and swirling around the nubs. You build up and add your saliva to his skin to make stimulation stronger. As you pull away from his chest, the saliva moves with your mouth. You lick around your lips and the strings break off. Hol finds this scene too much for his overstimulated mind to handle and moans in response.

You can’t seem to take your eyes off his precum slicked cock. His cheeks are a little flushed as you rub your pointer finger against the tip. As you pull away from it, a little string of pre follows. The loud sounds come from him to let you know that he’s sensitive and ready. A smile appears on your face.

“You don’t mind if I have a taste, do you?” you ask innocently like you don’t know what kind of effect you have on him already. Of course, you know how he’s feeling. Desperate and needy for just about anything you’re willing to give him. His face flushes a deeper red, his freckles standing out.

“Everything I got, you can have.” If you put that precum covered finger in your mouth, he swears he’ll blow his load right then and there. “Just let me see ya do it, baby. Please.”

“Of course, Hol.” You smile at how he moans from just hearing his name come out of your mouth..

Your finger swipes the precum on your tongue and you lean in to show him. He looks like he’s about to cry out of pleasure from just seeing the erotic scene of his essence in your mouth. You’ll never know what exactly makes men want to cream themselves from seeing that. His eyes widen as you lean in even further, your tongue stroking his slightly chapped lips. His body takes this as a sign to open his mouth, unconsciously doing so. He’s never tasted himself like this, but it’s a pleasant experience. Sharing his own pre is kind of hot, in his opinion. The taste isn’t so hot.

As you share precum and an open mouth kiss, Hol starts to stick his own tongue out. Saliva swapping has never been so erotic in his life. Your body is like an aphrodisiac, an oasis in the middle of the hot desert. He needs more. He feels your fingers stroking and petting his chest, and in turn, his nipples. They’re solid and stiff, sensitive to the touch. He can’t hold in his moans that are caused by your touch. Your sucking on his tongue makes him feel even more sensitive. The more saliva you’re feeding him, the more he can feel everything you’re doing to him on a molecular level. He can’t complain, as you have his tongue in your mouth. Even if you didn’t, he wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world.

Hol knows he should feel embarrassed by what’s taking place, but his body won’t let him resist one bit. His pride hasn’t been destroyed, it’s his self-control. There’s no way in hell he could ever let you leave now.

The strokes on his chest turn into pinches, with each touch excruciatingly painful and the aftermath tingly. Your mouth pulls away from his, unfortunately. You gently blow on his chest, his nipples somehow getting perkier and stiffer than you could have imagined. The burly man that sits beneath you whines loudly while his tongue struggles to be put back into his mouth. His hands drunkenly reach out to grab yours as you move to his chest.

“Be a good boy and keep your hands on the rail for me,” you instruct. Slowly and reluctantly, he grips the metal pole behind him with a whine.

Never before has Hol Horse followed directions so eagerly.

Lips take their time sucking hard on his neck, behind his ears, and collarbone. Your tongue flickers out occasionally to trace the purple marks forming as you make your way down. His whole neck and shoulders are covered in purple, shiny bruises. You smile and stroke his chest with your fingers, adding the slightest scratch just to hear his loud noises again. The press of his dick against his boxer-briefs makes him cry out in frustration. His eyes haven’t left your body since you parted ways with his tongue and lips. He misses your constant touch, and more importantly, your saliva oddly enough. Hol can’t place his finger on why he craves your bodily fluids incessantly, but his brain is hazed over with lust that he doesn’t dwell on it.

Your lips end up with his stiff right nipple in between them. The little moans that come from your wet tongue stroking and circling it make you smile with sadistic glee. He can’t see your face because of his closed eyes. Because of the pleasure, he’s retired all of his senses besides touch. His body can’t be bothered to comprehend any other stimuli that aren’t your fluttering fingers and the suckle of your lips on his teets. Sudden bites on his pecs and hard nubs make his pain rise, but his pleasure outweighs the pain via your immediate kisses and licks on the areas. He doesn’t know how much he can take at this point. Hol is worried he might just blow his load by chest stimulation alone. If you were to touch his throbbing dick with the lightest poke, he’d explode. His mouth is unable to warn you of his inevitable outcome, but you glean from his shaking legs and ongoing moans that he’s close.

Your legs move to the left side of him on the bed. His eyes open and watch you move, everything in slow motion. The bed dips as you slip off the covers. Looking back at him from the front of the bed, you warn him.

“If I see those hands move, I’ll have to add 3 more orgasms to your punishment.”

Hol would love that. The lack of release is showing on his blue underwear, precum making the fabric wet and slick and shiny. What he wouldn’t do for many, many releases. That’s what he thinks at least. His hands still grip the metal pole to satisfy you. You smile at his obedience. If he keeps this up, you might have to keep him around for the rest of the trip.

Pushing your pants down, your smooth skin and lace panties are put on display for him. He groans at the sight, and the sound makes you look at him from over your shoulder. Your bedroom eyes draw his attention from your bottom. There’s no possible way you could be this seductive. How were you single?

Hair in your face, lips plump from making out and sucking, cheeks flush from the many erotic touches you’ve given him; he can’t take it. Whines fall out of his mouth, as he’s unable to warn you of what’s about to happen.

“Ah- I’m about to-” he’s cut off by you.

“5 orgasms if you come. I’d suggest not doing it.”

Your stripping continues without looking at him as he struggles to keep it all in. His cock looks like a fountain by now. The semi-white, thick fluid runs out of his tip uncontrollably. A pained expression tells you he’s trying his hardest. You pull your shirt off and throw it in the corner where his clothes are. What you’re left in is a lacy black bra and panty set. Simple yet seductive. It seems to please Hol well enough, as he groans in what sounds like pain at the sight of you. You can’t possibly expect him not to come now.

You crawl up his legs and stop at his crotch. Your head is level with his cock now. The look you give him is pure sin as you seize him and feel his throbbing through the thin fabric. He takes a deep breath in. Your hand’s wet from the pre that’s leaked out, but that doesn’t faze you. One hand strokes his member through the underwear and the other latches onto his plump testes. You can just feel the cum that’s begging to be released.

Fondling his balls makes Hol moan in anguish. Your touch is firey and scorches his skin. His resolve is slipping as your hands tighten around both his balls and cock. This time he will definitely come, he thinks. He doesn’t care what type of punishment he’ll face, his brain and body are forcing him to release now.

A thick, white liquid squirts out through the fabric, pouring out onto your hand. You smirk at how he yells and moans while his dick throbs and twitches harder than ever before. His legs are shaking and his hands are about to snap the metal in half. You can’t force your eyes to look away from the disappointing scene in your hands. His cum has made its way up to your arms and his torso. Chest and stomach hair mix with semen to create a sticky sheen. He slowly and tiredly peers up at you through his lashes, sweat covering his forehead and temples. Your saliva is still there from the start of the decent. His eyes meet your disappointed ones.

‘It was worth it,’ he tries to convince himself.

You take your hand that’s covered in cum and lick off the fluids. He breathes in quickly. Hie wishes you were doing that to his cock. He needs your constant touch on his skin.

‘Oh yes, this was worth it.’

“You bad, bad boy. What should I do with a misbehaved boy like you? Any suggestions?”

You pretend to let him give you ideas. You’ve had this punishment in mind since the beginning.

He nervously chuckles. “How a-about you let me off with a warnin’? Swear I was tryin’ to hold it in.”

“Wish it were that easy. But now your punishment is worse than before,” you inform him as you play with the wet chest hair and happy trail, licking off your fingers as you go. “You’re going to wish you had waited.”

You direct him to lay down all the way. His head rests on the pillow as you crawl on your knees to straddle his head. His body is vibrating from the excitement of tasting you. He’s been craving this for so long. His tongue sticks out as you stick your fingers in his mouth, swirling to get them wet.

“Tell me what you want and I might just allow it before your penalty.”

“Please. Just a little taste- wait. I don’t know your- mmmmpppphhh!” Hol is cut short by your setting your covered wet core on his face.

The huge whiff he takes is fresh air to his senses. He feels at peace. His hands are still on the headboard’s bar. He hasn’t disobeyed completely, but he wants to feel your delicate skin. To have his hands imprint red and purple on your ass and thighs, to manually force your hips and pussy to gyrate on his face, that’s all he could ask for.

Hol’s tongue sticks out to press into the thin gusset of your panties and tastes the musky essence that has spread through the lace. He can’t get enough of the smell. His head presses closer and closer to your soaked panties, but you pull away each time he moves. You laugh as his head falls back to the pillow in frustration.

“I don’t think a name is needed if you just call me Mistress. Can my bad boy do that correctly?” you ask. Your nails scrape his scalp and he moans. Hol obviously needs to taste you again for the effect to be stronger, and you’re more than willing to let him. Your hand grips his hair as you await an answer, making him whine in pain. “Answer me, slut.”

“Y-yes! Yes, M-Mistress. I can do that. Anythin’ fer you.” He loves the name you give him.

Hands pet his hair. Exactly what you want to hear.

“Tell me what you need, Hol.”

“I-I need your p-pussy on my face. I wanna taste ya, smell yer cunt and lick it like it’s ma last meal. Use me, Mistress. I just want to please you. I need yer touch, can’t live without it,” he confesses, breathless and sweaty.

You smile at his word throw up. You’re enjoying this far too much, but this is the most fun you’ve had in a while. The desert isn’t exactly the prime location for finding lovers. Your little slut is exactly what you need to release your frustration and quench your thirst.

“Good boy.”

Your panties are wet but become wetter as Hol’s mouth, lips, and tongue work them to get to your core. His tongue traces your clit, feeling the pulse of it as he swirls around the nub. With your hands still locked into his hair, you hold his head in place as you grind. His nose is pressed into your clothed clit as his tongue presses against the covered opening and lips of your cunt. He can’t get enough of the taste, wanting, needing the underwear out of the way to be fully connected with you. His moans and attempts to tell you what he needs are muffled. The vibrations feel like heaven on your pussy.

“What could it possibly be now? I’ve let you come, and now it’s my turn. A gentleman would have let me come first, but it seems you’re just an inexperienced slut with how you blew your load so quickly.” Your words sting. He wants to protest, but his body won’t let him. He’s a good boy. An obedient slut. With your pussy on his mouth, he finds it difficult to speak. You move away from him as he groans at the loss.

“Need yer panties gone, Mistress. I can’t taste you good enough,” he pleads.

“My little boy wants more? Hmm?”

“Ah, y-yes please, Mistress. I need yer cunt. I promise I’m a good boy. I’ll lick ya real good. I’ll make you come as many times as you like.” He begs loudly with no thought of lowering his voice. He can’t even think about his own pleasure anymore. “I wanna be yer good boy, yer good slut.”

You hook your thumbs on the sides, shimmying the lacy thing down to your thighs and coming out of them. You don’t dispose of them right then; instead, putting them to his nose and mouth. He sniffs them and closes his eyes in pleasure. No words can describe how delectable you smell.

“You’re such a dirty boy, you know that? Sniffing and panting into my slicked up panties. It just gets you so worked up, huh slut?” You smirk at his nodding head, underwear still sitting on his face.

“Yes, Mistress. I’m a dirty boy. Yer dirty boy. Ain’t this horny fer nobody else. I love yer cunt.”

“Oh you do? You haven’t even tasted it yet,” you reply haughtily.

You push the panties closer to his nose as he takes a deep breath before speaking. His eyes are rolling into the back of his head.

“Don’t need ta. L-Love everythin’ about ya.”

“You really do want a taste. All right. Get ready, needy slut.”

His mouth eagerly meets your wet slit. His tongue pokes out to stroke your folds in heated passion. Your moans and grip on his hair fuel his movements further. He revels in the way you gasp when he sucks and nibbles on your clit, or when you roll your hips into his face as he tongue fucks you every so often. Your pussy seems to draw his tongue in deeper, making him moan. With the underwear on his face, he can’t see what you look like in this position exactly, making him more than a little frustrated. His groans express his dissatisfaction with the view, but he moans at the taste and scent of you without the panties in the way. Looking behind you, you’re satisfied with the effect you have on him and his cock. His hips thrust into nothing, cock and balls bouncing in tandem.

As he works on your cunt and clit, you get closer and closer to coming undone. The vibrations on your clit make you moan and shake. You pet his hair as you feel your orgasm coming to you in a wave of intense pleasure. Your instinct is to press closer to the thing making you come, Hol being forced to swallow everything you give him, not that he’s complaining. He sucks and licks even more than before. His hands want to move to make you grind down harder into his face. He needs you as close as possible.

“O-Oh fuck! Y-Yes, that’s a good slut. Mmmm you’re so needy for my sopping wet pussy. Don’t miss a drop.”

Your orgasm tastes even better than your saliva if that’s even possible. Even though it was you who came, his body feels white hot from the experience. He can’t feel his mouth anymore, or his tongue. Your cunt’s fluid tastes amazing, especially after your complete release. He wants more, coaxing another orgasm by flicking your clit incessantly right after you had just come. He needs more.

“I-If you keep- oh yeeeeesssss…” you trail off from the pure pleasure he’s giving you. “Keep that up. I might be more lenient on you.”

“Yeth, Mithwess,” Hol mumbles against you.

You grind your pussy against his face even harder, pressing his head in between your thighs more than he thought possible. He wants- no needs to get closer to you. Your body shakes stronger than before, making Hol happy to his surprise. He needs to please you until you’re satisfied. He needs to be called “good boy.” His tongue strokes are faster and more forceful. He tries to stimulate your clitoris as much as possible while licking your slit. He’s desperate for your cum. He needs you to come on his face. Now.

You scream out in pleasure as your cunt pulsates and squirts. Your juices cover his face and the panties. White is all you can see. Your hands grab one of his hands in an attempt to not lose balance. Pulling his fingers off the bar, you stuff them in your mouth and suck on them, swirling your tongue around the calloused tips and salivating. He feels every little movement of your mouth, from the suck of your lips to the light nibble of your teeth. Drool runs down his arm and he can’t stop the sounds that vibrate on your pussy. You keep squirting as his tongue rolls over your clit over and over again, pulling you down from the orgasm. When your sight comes back, you release his hand and turn around to move down. He moans out and bucks his hips up again and again and again. He’s stiff and red, ready to go again. Perfect.

Out of breath, you tell him, “You were such a good little slut. If you’re still good after edging, I’ll let your punishment go. But if you come without permission again, I’ll make it hurt.”

He seems to like what you’ve said, shivering in anticipation of what’s to come.

“Am I understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

You take your time moving back towards his throbbing dick, wobbling and unstable from two intense orgasms. You feel energized from being worshipped like that. Newfound confidence exudes from you as you shuffle to the end of the bed. Looking at Hol, you see the underwear is still blocking his view. You have some mercy on him.

“You can take those panties off, just put them in your mouth. And if you do anything with those hands other than grip the sheets or headboard, I’ll have no choice but to restrain you. You don’t want that, do you?”

He’s eager to answer you, already moving his numb arms to remove the panties.

“Of course. Anything you want, Mistress. Just let me please ya. I’m beggin’.”

Humming contently, you take his cock in your mouth and keep humming. Hol bucks into you, unable to control what he’s doing. He moans loudly, which makes you look up. You notice he’s forgotten to put the lacy drawers in his mouth and release his dick from the confines of your hot, wet mouth. Smirking at him, you snatch the panties away from his strong grip and forcefully stuff them in his mouth. He’s surprised as you do so, gasping from the sudden movements.

“You just can’t follow directions, dumb whore. You’re not going to get to come now.”

He spits out the wet fabric at the statement.

“N-NO! I-I-I mean, please, Mistress. I didn’t- I just forgot! Yer touch is just too good.”

“If my touch is too good for you, you don’t need it then,” you state, knowing good and well that’s not what he meant. You take the panties from him.

“Mistress, that ain’t what I meant. I need you. You know that. Please, I need you,” he pleads. “I need yer touch, yer pussy, anything you got fer me. I’ll do anything!”

“Prove it. Since you need me so much, stroke yourself with my panties and don’t come.”

Your challenge makes him look hopeless. Of course, he’s going to come if he masturbates in front of you. You smirk at how sad he looks at the black lace.

“Any complaints? I think I’m being fair.”

“No! No complaints here, baby- OW!”

You swat his cock quickly. It wobbles while still standing up. Your slap wasn’t that hard, just a warning tap.

“That’s not my name.”

“Of course, Mistress. I m-meant to say, ‘No complaints, Mistress.’”

“That’s what I thought. Sit up. Get to stroking, whore. I’m going to get comfortable.”

He gets situated on the bed with his back on the headboard. With the amount of precum he’s leaked, he has plenty to keep him going without any issues. His left-hand goes to fondle his balls as his right one starts pumping slowly. He takes his time as he grabs the panties to rub himself with. Your cum has made his body’s senses heighten even more than before. Every little stroke makes him moan out, the scratch from the lace on his sensitive head and shaft affecting his whole body. You watch him shake and moan, indulging in how torturous this is for him. Precum spills out of his tip and onto the panties.

You can’t stop from touching yourself, the scene igniting something new inside of you. Your fingers reach inside your pussy and your thumb circles around your sensitive clit. Hol can hear your gasps and moans and wet slapping sounds. He’s treated to the sight of you plunging your fingers in yourself. You work in tandem, Hol stroking his hard cock as you push into your wet cunt. You smile at him and bite your lip as you press against a certain spot. Your head falls back and he groans at the sight.

“Don’t come, pretty boy. I need you ready to burst when I fuck you.”

His hand speeds up and grips his balls harder. He’s about to come. He needs to come. But you won’t let him. With your attention on your orgasm, he could get away with coming quickly in the panties, but the consequences of being caught exceed the benefits of secretly coming. He slows down to keep from making you mad. Your eyes find his again, lust shining through your gaze. You bite down hard on your lip as you come for the third time. Your pussy pulsates from how much pleasure you’ve introduced it to. The cum runs out of your slit slowly. You shake as you come down from your high.

“Keep stroking. Don’t stop,” you command him. He nods, speeding up his motions.

You take your fingers that are covered with your essence and stick them in his mouth. He needs no instruction to start suckling on the digits. He loves the taste. He craves your pussy.

Taking your fingers out of his mouth, you settle behind him, making him scoot farther from the headboard. He doesn’t know what you’re doing, too distracted from trying not to come. You sit with your legs spread behind him. Your arms hug his torso and stroke his still cum-ridden chest in circles. The extra stimulation makes it harder for him to focus. Your hands run up and down, stopping to play with his still hard nipples. His back is sensitive when you press up against it with your lacy bra and plush breasts. Your arms come up to hold his head and push it towards yours. His mouth meets yours again for an open mouth kiss. Your tongue is the first to initiate contact with his, making him moan more. You love how vocal he is. His hand never stops moving as you watch him out of the corner of your eye. The way his arms’ muscles move is hypnotizing. Your tongues never stop dancing around each other while you’re distracted by his movements. He hasn’t come yet, making you quite happy. You might just get to come again with his cum in you.

You decide to up the ante.

“Give me the panties.” Panties are handed to you.

“Now wrap your arms over my thighs.” Thick, warm arms are draped over your thighs and wrap underneath them.

“Now what are you not allowed to do?”

“Come.”

“Good boy.”

Your hand wraps the panties around his reddish head, twisting them around to torture him more. His head flies back to your left shoulder, as your head is perched on his right. You can see all of him. The slight pooch of his freckled stomach makes you smile a little more, especially with his little whines in your ears now. He couldn’t get more adorable than this.

You show your appreciation and affection with kisses and licks to his neck. His head leans back farther, exposing his throat, where you add more hickies. The strokes on his throbbing member increase in speed and pressure. You squeeze Hol hard to draw out any sounds that might escape.

“Don't hold back your voice. I want to hear every single little sound you make, baby.”

This eggs him on to be louder. At this time of night, it’s hard to tell if any neighbors are awake. Surely, you’ll have complaints tomorrow morning.

The black lace is starting to get absolutely soaked from just Hol’s precum. You should have just stroked him with your hand and spit, but this added a new sensation. His dick twitches without stopping. His balls seem to tighten even more. He’s going to come.

You pull away from his mouth and dick and ask him quietly, “Do you want to come again?” He nods. You look at him pointedly like he knows better.

“Y-Yes, please. I need it so bad. My cock’s just achin’ fer yer touch, Mistress.”

Pretending to be in thought, you ask him, “But do you need to come again?”

“Whatever you think is best for your s-slut, Mistress.”

You’re happy with his response.

“Sit up, then. And throw that wet thing over there.”

Hol sits up upon command and flings the wet panties in the corner with an expectant grin on his face. You move around to his front and sit on his thighs. His muscles are thick enough for you get off from them, but you want something completely different.

You take your bra off, revealing your breasts to him. He groans, letting you know he likes what he sees. You smirk at his sounds and love how he isn’t shy about being vocal. You grab your tits and rub them together, flicking your nipples and moaning at the feeling. His hands come to rest on your hips, but you glare at him. His hands get the message and go back to the sheets.

His cock is pressed up against his stomach. The ruddy head and shaft look to be in pain, with pleasure needing to be released. Hol’s dick is thick and uncut, a blonde patch of hair framing his privates. You pet the pubic patch and grab onto his balls. His gasp is swallowed by your mouth. He loves how you taste. He needs you wrapped around him right now, though. He battles your mouth for dominance as you stroke and fondle him slowly. His sounds are muffled as you make out with him sloppily.

You start to take his cock and push the head near your entrance to tease him. The head brushes against your clit and down your slit. He can’t take it. The feeling of your hot, dripping cunt this close to his equally hot and dripping member almost makes him subject to punishment. Your hand tightens around his thick shaft, which makes him whine. Rubbing your pussy up and down with the engorged head, you move your hand up to squeeze right below his head to keep him from releasing. He groans at the contact with your wet lips and clit. He loves the velvety feeling of your cunt, soaked with his precum and your previous orgasms. Your sounds that follow make him whine. He’s the one that’s making you feel good. He’s the one who’s making you come.

Your hand lets his dick go and his body complains from the lack of contact. You stick your fingers that we’re just wrapped around his slick cock into his mouth. Hol doesn’t refuse your hand, instead, welcoming it with his tongue. In return, you press your cunt to his upright dick to tease him.

“Mmmm, that’s my good slut.”

He mumbles a thank you as best he can. Laughing, you pull your fingers out and stick them into your mouth. You lick every single finger individually to make a show for him. A smile grows on your face when you hear him moan out from a particularly strong grind of your hips. Your wet, saliva drenched fingers move between your body and his, right to his cock head. Your hand is somehow cold and makes the liquids that are now touching his hot member cold, too. He shivers at the difference in temperature. His pleasure filled haze is interrupted by your voice.

“Whose cock is this?”

Hol is confused, taken aback by the sudden loaded question. It is still his penis. It’s attached to him! But are you asking who’s in control of it? What do- sssshit!

A hand is pressed to his throat, not tight enough to hurt him, but enough to warn him to hurry up and answer.

“Y-Yers, Mistress. My co- uh I-I mean yer cock belongs to ya. I love what you do to it, makes me feel so-OOO FUCK!”

Hol screams out from you pushing his dick into your hot core. He can’t possibly take anything else that you could put him through. His throat is still constricted by your hand, cutting off his airways enough for him to panic. The fear that runs through his blood elevates his senses, with every stroke from your hot core making him convulse with pleasure. Feet and hands almost tear the sheets into pieces with the intensity that he grabs at them. Hol can’t comprehend what’s happening to his body. His breath catches in his throat, sputtering to get a word, a sentence, anything out. As you moan and praise him, you realize he’s frozen in fear and pleasure.

“Don’t worry, you’re not the first whore I’ve choked.”

Hol thinks that, somehow, your words were meant to be reassuring.

Constant pressure is applied as your body alternates between grinding, thrusting, and straight pounding into him. A solid man like him can take it. Your brain is interrupted by the original intention of this interaction. Get information on Dio.

You slow your roll and scratch his sensitive neck, hard enough to snap him out of his lust ridden trance. He looks desperate for you to start moving, thrusting into you slightly to tell you to start again. Hol sees a smile on your face, too sweet to be up to anything good. If he’s learned anything from being teased by you, it’s that you’re not to be taken lightly. You can change your mind in an instant with no regard to his wants. But he loves how exciting it is to test your waters, to watch you, to taste you.

“Who is Dio to you?” you ask him, breath tickling his ear.

His response isn’t immediate. Hol looks surprised to be asked about his boss in this setting. Were you sent by Dio to check on him? Or were you with that ragtag team out to destroy Dio? He tries to get information on you before telling you his true relations to the vampire.

“Wh-What’s he ta you?” he replies without thinking.

Your hips snap and your hands reach out to choke him again, this time harder than before.

“You’re in no position to question my loyalty to Lord Dio.” You feel the bile crawling up your throat from siding with Dio, even in the context you’re saying it in. The Crusaders own you. You’re talking your own room each motel visit, free dessert, first dibs on shotgun.

“O-Of course! Why would I say somethin’ s-stupid like that? I was just, uh, jokin’ with ya. I’m loyal to Dio, too,” he stutters out. His tone isn’t too convincing.

“Then why are you here? You should be watching those fucking Joestars. Or did you forget your place?” Your tone is sharp, warning him not to play around. His throat is turning redder by the second, your hands’ grip not loosening up at any moment.

“Y-Ya can’t expect me to not f-f- FUCK!” A squeeze. “T-To follow you! You’re gorgeous, Mistress!” A finger traces his jugular. Finally, no choking. Not that he hates it, he loves anything that you’ll do to him, he’s just never been choked in this context.

“You’re weak, slut. I shouldn’t even let you come, nevermind come in me.” You have him by the balls with that.

“No! Please. I promise I’ll be on their trail in a hot minute. Just let me come in ya,” he begs, his hands ready to be in a praying position. Hol knows he hasn’t a chance to convince you. His eyes close in defeat.

“Tell me what you know about him. I’ve yet to personally speak to him.”

He starts to speak but is cut off by you thrusting again. His mouth opens with no words coming out. What was he supposed to be doing?

“Speak now. Or will I have to force you?”

At that, Hol starts to jabber about everything he knows about Dio. He can’t exactly stop his mouth from moving because he’s concerned about you stopping. His body is completely hooked on your touch. He needs you.

Nodding along with his words, you keep bouncing. The slap of skin on skin is music to his ears as he rambles to you. As long as he keeps talking, you’ll keep moving. At some point, he mentions how shredded Dio is. That Dio has an 8 pack now.

You can’t listen to another word about Dio this and Dio that mixed in with occasional moans. You bring Hol’s mouth towards yours to shut him up. The taste of your mouth is addictive, his body shivering at the touch. He can’t get enough of you. The thought of coming inside of you, your cum mixing with his, has him shaking and convulsing even more. His toes curl, his fingers are restless. You can sense it when his thighs flex up into yours.

“You’ve been a good slut. I suppose you can come. But you’re cleaning whatever you spill.”

His body gives out on him as his cock spurts out rope after rope into you. Hol can’t lift a finger, much less open his eyes to see your breasts bouncing up and down with you. At some point in the haze, your hand moved in between your bodies to play with your clit. You’ll make sure he repays you for his little mess.

As his body relaxes and comes down from the high, he can finally see again. His sight doesn’t last a minute before it’s overcome by the creampie he’s given you. His eyes widen at the thought of having to eat his own cum. Hol is entranced by your sopping core, oozing with his semen, as your fingers scoop some up and into his mouth. He can’t believe he’s doing this. A few more scoops are forced in before you completely smother his mouth. His tongue is instantly on your cunt, licking and sucking up the liquid inside.

“You got to stuff me full. Wasn’t that kind of me? I think you need to pay me back. What do you think, slut?” you ask.

He nods his head against your pussy, mouth moving up and down. His tongue goes to your clit to suck, trying to make you come as fast as possible. Hol slides his hands up your thighs, clinging to your flesh, leaving handprints as he latches onto you. You let it go, for his hands make you press closer into his mouth. Your hands comb through his dirty blonde hair, your fingers press into his scalp to get Hol’s tongue to go deeper inside you, to lick every drop of his essence out. The motions of his lips and tongue leave you a shaking mess. You have to hold onto the metal bar above him to not fall from the pleasure.

Your orgasm hits you like a lightning bolt, sudden and electric. Hol’s face is covered in his and your liquids, as squirt after squirt comes out of your throbbing cunt. His eyes are closed in bliss, happy to have made you come again.

You pet his head in approval, him leaning into your touch. Leaning down and squatting above him, his dick finds your core again. You kiss his mouth while tasting him and yourself on his lips. Your sloppy makeout leaves him gasping for air. He needs you again. More. The grind of your hips leaves him in shock. You want more?

“Best believe I’m getting as much out of you as I can. You don’t mind do you, slut?”

All he can do is nod in response. It’s going to be a long night.

Hol startles awake. He doesn’t know where he is exactly. Taking a look around, he sees that it’s bright out and he’s in a motel room. Ah. The lady. Everything comes flooding back, including his boner. He smiles at the thought of being fucked, hoping for another few rounds before going back to work.

A knock on the door interrupts his thoughts.

“Is there anyone there? The owner has checked out!” a muffled voice calls out from outside the door.

“Shit,” Hol curses.

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I dunno if you do character/character requests, but if you do, could I get some Hol Horse/Steely Dan reflecting together about their lives and managing to get away from Dio over a little drink? Maybe it leads to some slow, “I just don’t wanna think anymore” sex? Thank you!!

[OH BOY! MY first NSFW(ish) work and with such characters!~~~ I am sorry it took THIS long, my precious @salmonandsoup. Thank you for such interesting request as well as a pair you chose~ Again, I struggled with lewd part so I hope this work is okay! ;-;

{{{Not too be too deep shit, but I wanna thank @dio-daily (my cutie) for proof reading and pointing out physical aspects. Also thank you everyone, who sent encouraging messages and comforted me when I was unsure of the work. With that aside, enjoy!~}}}

Forget (Hol Horse x Steely Dan)

And old bar, almost completely empty, aside from a couple of people trying seemingly to forget the night, hoping for a better tomorrow. Two prominent, strong backs could be seen from the entrance, situated on the tall chairs, glasses in hands. One could think of them as simple regulars, found each other by accident yet sharing the same mood for the night. However, the pair had more in common than one might assume.

No words were exchanged at first, only the tired sighs of men trying to come to terms with their current situation.

DIO was defeated, the crusaders succeeded. In a small corner of their mind, Hol and Dan knew that DIO might get defeated by them. Especially after witnessing the power of Jotaro’s stand, the men, even if not being honest about it, were slightly reluctant about the possible outcome.

Yet here they are, free after all the battles and injuries, hiding their multiple scars and trying hard not to show their true emotions. Instead, a deep chuckle could be heard from a certain cowboy, trying to ease the growing tension between them two.

“He got you pretty good, huh?” he asked, turning to the dark-haired man, who didn’t care enough to fully button up his shirt, revealing a strong muscular chest. This made looking into his eyes pretty hard for Hol, who didn’t want to get caught eyeing narcissist’s chest so obviously.

“Don’t you even dare mention him,” Dan said, annoyed. The bones hadn’t healed as fast and he was just grateful that his beautiful face wasn’t completely ruined by Star Platinum. Trying his best to not break another glass, he continued,

“If I was just a second faster, I would get the bastard and then I would kick him in his stupid face, make him lick my boots and-”

“Woah, calm down there. It’s all over. We should be thankful that we are alive after the whole deal with Dio and shit!” Hol quickly tried to reassure the man, putting his hand on Dan’s shoulder, making the other man shiver slightly.

Hol took another sip of the whiskey, not wanting to think about the harsh past and all the possible outcomes that could lead to their demise.

While the two of them haven’t been seen working together, they have known each other for quite some time. Being DIO’s servant and agent, one must know other assassins in order to work together when necessary. But it didn’t stop at that: the two of them were frequent visitors to bars. Often to pass the new information about the Joestar group, but sometimes, occasionally, to wind down.

In this case their mumbled words were angry and frustrated; their drinks shared and tipped in the fruitless practice of forgetting. Forgetting all the ordeal with DIO and forgetting about the humiliation they had to endure.

And so the glasses were raised, snarky remarks exchanged. The tone of conversation was quickly warming, however, as the cruel comments turned into a teasing remarks. Rough hands went from touching one’s shoulders to palming soft thighs, seemingly trying to conceive the action in a badly lit bar.

As time went on, they realised that staying in the bar was not a valid option anyone, especially when Hol Horse offered to open a new bottle of whiskey that he has been keeping for a special occasion. Tonight, was such it seemed.

Luck was on their side that eventful night as Hol Horse was staying in a hotel nearby. Being the traveller he is, he didn’t plan on staying in the town for a long time. Too many memories around this place.

The walk upstairs was a difficult challenge, not because the men were exceptionally drunk — they both could hold their liquor pretty well — just the staircase was a bit narrow, leading to the two of them being in close proximity. Breathing heavily (which each of them tried hard to hide) they somehow managed to reach the room. As Hol was about to open the door, Dan stopped him by putting his hand on top of Hol’s. His deep voice could be heard, almost whispering,

“Did you really take me here to drink?”

“I..what do you mean?” Hol’s eyes widened at the feeling of Dan’s breathe on his neck. He certainly didn’t mind the feeling of it.

“Don’t you want to forget instead of reminisce, Hol Horse?”

“Forget?”

“Forget about all the atrocious things that happened, forget about this dead vampire that we never cared of,” the cowboy felt Dan’s soft lips on his neck, letting out a sound of surprise. He could feel the male’s smirk, clearly aware of Hol’s reaction. However, the next second the cowboy swiftly open the door, letting the man in, before closing it as quickly.

“Let’s forget.”

Hol finally put his hand on Dan’s chest, the chest he had always wanted to feel. The man was well-built and reeked of hot bastard energy. The cowboy didn’t mind in the slightest, feeling himself getting weaker under the burning gaze of the bastard. Seeing Hol getting flustered, the man couldn’t help but smirk at such uncharacteristic reaction from the cowboy.

“Hmm? I see that you took a liking to my chest, I don’t blame you.”

“It’s not my fault you decided to show it to the whole world, what do you expect?”

“Not being that needy,” Dan smirked, enjoying the expression of annoyance on Hol’s face

“Says the one squeezing my ass, huh?” the cowboy mirrored his smirk. And in fact he was, leading the man to the bed situated across the room as hot desperate kisses were exchanged and clothes fell on the cold floor.

As the two of them got onto the bed, each man was eagerly trying to dominate the other with every drag of his tongue and strong grip on the other’s arms, back, waist, ass. Neither wanted to lose, all the dirty tricks fair game. As Hol’s hands hungrily travelled across Dan’s body, he paused to tauntingly squeeze whatever he could find. While the cowboy might have been a more of a subtle partner, Dan was reckless — palming Hol’s dick, making the cowboy slightly whine at the touch. After two of them broke the kiss, with no apparent winner, men let out shaky breathes, almost surprised at their own hunger for each other.

“The lube…in the cupboard…” Hol said, trying to even his breathing, motioning to the cupboard situated next to the bed.

Taking the lube and getting it onto his palm, Dan was quick to tease the male.

“So you were expecting that or are you that big of a casanova?”

“Well, I want only the best for you, believe it or not,” Hol answered with a smirk, trying his hardest to mark the man before him.

“So, you had planned this?” Dan half chuckled, letting a moan when the cowboy found a delicate spot on his neck. Being the vengeful bastard, he was quick to tease Hol with his delicate fingers, feeling the man stiffen before him, trying his hardest not to give in to the temptation and instead slowly getting adjusted to Dan’s restrained movement.

“Figure it out yourself,” Hol answered, hot breath on Dan’s neck as the man chuckled as the cowboy has straddled him, easing himself onto Dan’s cock and trying his hardest not to let any embarrassing sounds for the male to hear. Dan was known for being quite a teaser as well as a blackmailer.

“Leave the hat on, cowboy,” Dan stopped him from taking his famous hat off.

After a moment, Hol Horse still didn’t move from his spot, making the man before him let out a teasing chuckle.

“You know how to ride, right?” Dan said, helping Hol to adjust to his dick, smirking as the cowboy closed his eyes, taking all of him and letting out a shaky breath.

“Shut up” Hol almost slapped the man, making the other let out a deep chuckle. Feeling the man before him let out a deep moan, Hol was feeling quite proud of himself for making the usually stoic and confident man unravel before him. Yet none of them wasn’t playing nice today, as Dan tested the waters with a quick snap of his hips, feeling the cowboy squeeze himself around him. As Hol Horse put his arms around the bastard male, he slowly started to ride Dan, being in a quite ironic ‘cowboy’ position. Dan almost wanted to put his hands behind his head, wanting to look at a quite interesting sight of Hol riding him. However, he was quick to change his decision, putting his strong hands on Hol’s hips, helping the man to feel all of him.

After a hoarse whisper from Hol, begging for the man to speed up, Dan was quick to comply, making his pace ruthless. Feeling cowboy’s hips slap against his, Dan couldn’t help but to hiss at the amazing feeling, roughly squeezing Hol’s hips which would probably leave marks tomorrow but neither of them cared, letting the lust overtake them. As the two of them were nearing their release, Hol Horse was quick to dive down, stealing multiple kisses from Dan. The man was happy to return the gesture as his hands wandered across Hol’s muscular body, making the cowboy moan into the kiss, feeling his body burn. After a couple harder thrusts, Dan came with a grunt, trying his hardest to even his breathing as tiny drops of sweat dripped down their bodies, making their muscles glimmer.

After a brief pause, the cowboy suddenly spoke up.

“You got your share, now it’s my turn!” Hol Horse demanded, quickly taking Dan’s shoulders and flipping him around so that the man was above Hol. Smirking at the surprised gasp, Hol was quick to tease Dan, making the man try his hardest to not let out deep moans from the sweet yet rough touches of the cowboy. After Dan practically yelled at Hol to ‘put it in for fuck’s sake’, the cowboy obliged, slowly entering the male as the latter held his breath in anticipation. As Hol found his pace, Dan couldn’t help but to hiss at pleasant sensation, wrapping his arms around Hol, scratching his wide back. This only fuelled the need, as the cowboy quickly found the ride pace and spots to make the man above him let out shaky moans. After a while and many new hickeys on both men’s necks, Hol could feel Dan tugging on his blonde hair as the man whispered into his ear hungrily.

“Hol, deeper,” Dan almost commanded the man.

“Aye aye, sir,” the man replied, slowing down but making his thrusts stronger and he became rougher. Feeling Dan tug rougher on his hair, he was merciless, letting all his frustration of the past into his movements, making Dan almost see stars at the two of them neared their climax, grabbing onto each other’s bodies in anticipation. After a particularly harsh thrust, the two of them came. Getting off, Dan adjusted himself on the cowboy’s chest, feeling the tiredness yet happiness overtaking him.

“So…?” Dan asked, half whispering, exhausted after a such active night.

“It is fair to say that I forgot. ‘least for long ’nough,” Hol murmured, looking at the male before him who was now covered with multiple marks.

“Hmph, well I guess we know how to erase them again, when we have to…” Dan mirrored the cowboy’s smirk.

They’ll be sure to forget.

Yet one question remains…

As sad as it might seem, nobody got their dick sucked that eventful night since they argued about who should be the one sucking it. Dan promised to bite off Hol’s dick if he tried anything. Hol horse got too prideful, refusing to suck any dick at all.

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