#and hol horse can’t be that much older than her

[abba-cchio]

it’s the joestar family get together. both josuke and tomoko are invited. tomoko asks is she can bring her boyfriend.

things become incredibly awkward when hol horse locks eyes with jotaro and joseph. the three of them have to explain their history with each other and how hol horse tried to kill them ten plus years ago.

#when i started cddh and saw hol horse and josuke interacting i was like. #it’s all coming together. #i mean we all know tomoko’s type is older men lmao— #and hol horse can’t be that much older than her #not nearly as old joseph was for sure lmao #and he loves the ladies!! he would treat her right!! #crazy diamonds demonic heartbreak #cddh #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jjba #josuke higashikata #hol horse #tomoko higashikata #dragons post

[horuhosu]

an (admittedly long) hol horse backstory 🤠

i denounce hol horse's backstory in the new crazy heartbreakers novel and have had a personal one for ages that i am currently turning into a fic, but i thought i'd finally share a summarized version here under the cut if you can’t wait for updates! of course, this is all my headcanon, so feel free to just read, go "that's cool!" and carry on :p

Childhood

to begin: this man's legal name is NOT hol horse. no way. we all know this. so!

holland daryl oates is born sometime in september 1963 to stephanie, who dies in childbirth & curtis, who is now a single father to a son. eventually, curtis remarries a woman named beth when holland is ≈ 3 years old. beth has a daughter of her own, kerry, who is about 12 years old. he has a good relationship with kerry - not so much with his dad (he sort of blames him for stephanie's death, but doesn't say it out loud) and his stepmother has always preferred her own daughter, but their relationship is not bad, per se.

(hol and kerry)

curtis & the blended family run a general store in a small town in texas, and holland helps grow produce and the like. he enjoys westerns and being outside like any texan boy would!

one day, holland just so happens to get angry at something - he gets bullied a lot at school and never stands up for himself, always has someone else go stand his ground with him. could stand up to people by himself if he wanted to, but..... doesn't like doing things by himself, and he never will enjoy doing things himself - after all, why be number one when you can be number two? a philosophy learned VERY early on. he's been in the backseat when compared to his older sister for years, and they work together well. why change it?

he's mad & upset... and alone in a field to let off steam, he feels this sudden weight in his hand. it is WAY too heavy for him, and he doesn't know what's happened, but he looks over and sees what appears to be a gun, way too big for him, in his hand.

a ... gun?

he's scared, but curiosity gets the best of him. so, he aims for this rock across the way. and he ... surprisingly ... doesn't miss. so he tries again for another target! and it doesn't miss! this is, however, simply beginner's luck (plus we know how Emperor works, so i won't waste time explaining.)

at this point, holland believes it to just be his silly ghost gun, and he has named it "Silver Secret." kind of lame, but he's maybe ≈ 8 years old, so leave him be. he's very impressed by it, but keeps it a secret. it's a gun, after all.

The Robbery and the Fallout

cut to months later, and what was meant to be a peaceful day is not. it's anything but. a man tries to rob the store with kerry behind the counter, demanding money and throwing around gendered insults. holland can't stand and watch his sister be disrespected and threatened. he has to do SOMETHING!

he can't do much, however, but he decides to try to scare the robber with "Silver Secret." a few warning shots.

and so he summons it and lets some bullets fly.

after that, he excitedly turns to kerry, happy to have saved her.

"didcha see, kerry? i have a gun! i can protect us!"

she did not see.

nobody saw.

all they saw was some kid making a finger gun, and now a man is bleeding out on the floor of the shop, soon being rushed to the hospital. however, this potential robber is dead on arrival.

as such, holland becomes an outcast - people are afraid of him despite him being just a little boy. what hurts him the most is that kerry is scared more than anyone - his own big sister, scared out of her mind to be around her little brother now after it seems he mystically killed a man. it has obviously scared the town as well, and the shop loses business to the point of shutting down. who would want to visit the store where a man died so mysteriously, owned by a man with a son as a killer?

the incident causes a huge fight between curtis and beth - his freaky son scarred her daughter and made them lose their business. it gets so rough and so rocky that words break it apart. as expected, this ends in their divorce, and beth takes kerry away with her. holland and kerry never see each other again, nor ever keep in contact. this incident strains curtis' and holland's relationship as well, obviously.

at 13, a few years after the incident, holland doesn't wanna go by his name anymore (who would?), but doesn't know what else to call himself, so he stays holland a bit longer.

it's at 18, when curtis kicks him out and tells him to fend for himself that holland comes up with his new alias - but not without stealing his father's favorite hat as a keepsake in the morning when he leaves. a final "fuck you" of sorts. it's his hat now and becomes a staple of his reinvented look. on the road, holland comes up with something he thinks is cool. it's kinda lame in hindsight, but he's ditching his real name in favor of it. i feel we can guess what this name is …

A New Alias

he starts going by hol horse, and he knows he has no clue wants he wants to do with his life. ends up a ladies' man, hired by people to do dirty work bc they'd heard the rumors of him doing a "mystical" killing when he was younger. hol realizes if people can't see his weapon, he's got no chance of being caught. this begins his foray into hitman work, and if that's what he needs to do…

this carries on for a while - hol's being a little bit of an asshole bc he's free to do whatever (though usually he's on the hunt for what pays best.) soon, he ends up in Egypt - he's making fair money and can travel the world. lots of people to kill, ladies to woo, places to see.

A Fated Meeting & New Work

however, hol is suddenly contacted through a letter by this strange somebody, who demands to see him, as they've heard of his "almost mystical weapon of choice." he goes to visit this mysterious man, who introduces himself to him and his right hand woman. this mysterious man asks him to show off this "mystical weapon" - and hol obliges.

this man then imparts the knowledge of a Stand to hol, and has his right hand woman assign it a card of the Tarot. upon meeting hol, and getting a feel for him as a person, he is assigned none other than the Emperor (though she thinks this card should belong to her son, truthfully). hol thinks that name matches a hell of a lot better than "Silver Secret."

as part of his goals to increase power and convince hol to stay under his wing, DIO promises riches upon riches, and pairs him with enya's son,  j. geil (note that hol never knows anything more ab j. geil than he is enya's son and their stands work well together. he learns about all his crimes and abuse towards women only after him and enya are dead.) 

something about hol feels untrustworthy, though, like DIO knows hol won't ever bow down to him, so he fleshbuds him just in case. 

for two years before SDC, they carry out DIO's wishes. eventually, DIO asks them to set out for the joestar group, and especially to watch out for a jean-pierre polnareff…

and then this, obviously, leads into SDC and canon as a whole. things then play out EXACTLY as you know them.

#hol horse #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #stardust crusaders #headcanons #hol horse 🐴

[baast]

as promised, mariah’s agents of dio thoughts under the cut:

                                             GLORY GODS.

➜ n’doul: she finds him to be extremely interesting (and not to mention gorgeous but not important). she has a lot of respect for him and his abilities and almost envies the way he can stay calm when things don’t go according to plan unlike herself. she doesn’t normally try any of her usual antics on him since she can’t really ever seem to get the reaction out of him she wants.

➜ oingo & boingo: not ones she interacts with often, but if there is any soft spots in her twisted heart — they show themselves when she sees them. their dynamic simply reminds her of the one she has with her own younger brother so unprompted she’s definitely told oingo he better continue to keep that ‘little brat’ safe like a good older sibling should.

➜ anubis: the userless stand doesn’t exactly have her running in fear to stay out of its way, but she keeps her distance from the sword its bound to. the whole possession thing gives her the creeps.

➜ alessi: as mentioned briefly in the last post — she thinks of him as the lowest of the low. as a woman without a real home before meeting DIO, she’s dealt with many men like him — targeting her because they think she’s an easy pickings. because of that it’s best to keep them away from one another — his voice, his face, everything about him grates on her and she won’t really attempt to try to control her temper once she gets worked up enough.

➜ daniel j. d’arby: she likes games, but not this kind. and even without her soul on the line, there’s no way her temper would allow for her to play even one game with a proud cheater — she’d just end up too worked up. she wouldn’t mind watching him work on someone else, however, as she does agree those who allow themselves to be swindled deserve it.

➜ pet shop: most ruthless animal she’s ever seen, but she’s glad the mansion has that sort of defense. she definitely sleeps good knowing if anyone follows her back there, they’re definitely not making it out.

➜ telence t. d’arby: she regularly expresses how creepy she thinks the puppets and the nature of his stand are. his job as butler and its proximity to DIO interests her greatly, however. she definitely picks his brain about that when the chance is given to her.

                                                     AGENTS.

➜ pucci: she hasn’t had many interactions with him, but finds him to be a nice enough kid. if she’s at all aware of the plans for him to carry on DIO’s dream if something were to happen — it isn’t guaranteed that she will follow him. her loyalty is to be earned, just as it was for DIO.

➜ enya: very likely the one who shot her with the arrow and made her a stand user to begin with, but that doesn’t mean she likes or even respects her. once again, being in high standing with DIO doesn’t mean much to her as she makes her own decisions. 

➜ vanilla ice: she just finds him to be off putting. although she’d say she’d readily proclaim to be more devoted to DIO than most, she doesn’t know if she understands his particular version of ‘devotion’. but there couldn’t be a such thing as being too devoted to their leader, could there ?

➜ j. geil: like most, she thinks men like him are the lowest of the low — and she’s unfortunately come across many like him. luckily she never really has to cross paths with him, and (not so)  secretly hopes for his failure.

➜ hol horse: the cowardice is definitely mariah repellent, unless she feels like messing with him. he’s mostly inoffensive in her eyes unlike some of her other male agents she’s had the displeasure of coming in to contact with.

➜  midler: probably the most relatable agent to her. she feels like her personality is similar to her own and wouldn’t mind getting to know her better.

#[ 𓋹 ] ⠀ ━━ about . #had to do all glory gods ofc #but i just settled for doing agents i feel like she would have known of or come into contact with #also mariah is mariah so none of this is a secret. she will tell u how it is to ur face #[ 𓋹 ] ⠀ ━━ out .

[buccigang-headcanons]

La Squadra Backstories!!!! Stream of consciousnesss style!

So literally I just sat down and wrote down exactly what I thought. I have not edited these at all lmaooo. But I made long drawn out backstories for our underrated assassins so enjoy!!

T/W + C/W - idk I talk about people dying in a lot of ways. Child abuse, drugs, severe illness, dead cats. This stuff is a mess I really didn’t censor it. But nothing is described in detail cuz I’m too lazy for that.

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Prosciutto cuz he’s at the top of my mind. Mmkay he and Pesci are brothers but not by blood. Pro was an orphan, I still wanna make him Russian, and pesci’s extremely kind and gentle family adopted him when he was like 7. They were like literally a garden catalogue family. Perfection. The parents died when pro was like 15, Pesci was 13?? Idk the age difference I’m just making shit up now. And Pesci had no fucking idea what to do, they didn’t have any other family, and pro was like “I’m still basically a hardened criminal from living on the streets of russia most of my childhood, so joining the local mafia should be a piece of cake”. It was.

Risotto..... fuck it. Polpo is risottos dad. I’ve seen that so much and fuck it I’m here for it now. Idk how I feel about the whole Mariah from part 3 being his mom that seems too coincidental. But either way, he is half Spanish. I don’t think he’s ever been in touch with his Spanish roots at all, but that’s what he is. Polpo had too much fun on vacay in Spain. But it was a once night stand and polpo, a skinny king back in the mid 70s, fucked off to do mafia stuff and didn’t know about this kid. Risotto never knew his father. Time goes by, about the time he’s 10, rizzo’s mom moves to Italy to find the man she once loved. Since the 70s, she has been married and divorced 4 times, disowned by her entire family, and she speaks only of Polpo, the man who swept her off her feet and then disappeared into the night. Leaving only this child with his matching eyes. So they live in Italy, risotto is about 13 now and his mom has been searching seriously for polpo for about 3 years. One day, she gets too close, mafia takes her out. Risotto is all alone in a country he has lived in for less than 3 years. So he decides to take revenge against the mafia. He goes to hunt them down. (I’m too lazy to write out how. Gets a gun. Basically the scene in part 5 where the kid is like “you killed my father and now I’m gonna kill you!!” But he chickens out???) yeah except rizzo didn’t chicken out, he stood firm and killed 2 of them. The other 2 surrendered, and immediately asked rizzo to take polpos test. He did. And he unknowingly met his father, the man his mother had died looking for. He stared into his fathers eyes, black sclera reflecting each other, and passed his test with ease.

Wowwwwwwwww alrighty then that was something. Let’s shake out those jitters because fuck that was intense and let’s move onto some happy shit.

Melone!! Always a bottle of joy. He was a phenomenal student, a perfect child. Perfect grades, perfect attitude, perfect looks. Onlyyyy tiny thing is he murdered cats and buried their heads in the back yard. But that was his only flaw. Aaaaaaaand mayyybe trying to use his extensive knowledge of molecular biology and genetics (even at as young as 11) to asexually breed said cats.

But, apart from that, absolutely perfect specimen of a young boy. And he kept that up until college. Until the rape accusation. Melone had no interest in having sex with her, he swore under oath in open court, he only wanted to “extract her essence” in the hopes of making her amazing genetics stay pure for centuries.

Due to his previously amazing school record, he was allowed to plead not guilty by reason of insanity (because the justice system is bullshit) and was released to his parents. During this whole process, Melone’s mother had begun to grow suspicious of her son, wondering if there was something wrong with him. This led her to explore the crawl space under the garage, more commonly known as “Melone’s childhood laboratory”. The cat skulls alone were enough to set her off. They allowed him into their home long enough to fool the court, but parole officers don’t pay attention, and they kicked him to the curb a month later. Broke, alone, and with no real skills other than his genius mind and gorgeous body, he became a prostitute. It was only a few months before he wandered up to a gigantic white haired man with angry eyes and asked if he wanted a date. Instead of declining, our good ol rizzo just knocked him out cold and brought him home. The rest is history. Literally because I can’t think of what would happen between that and Melone joining the mafia. I assume he was just their house pet for a little while before he decided he wanted a stand too.

Oh good lord these are getting insane. Better keep going. Okay I have no idea what’s about to come out of my head for ghia but oh Lordy. Might as well start. Ghiaccio wasn’t always quite as angry, but it’s actually gonna be a sweet story. Kinda. He used to act perfect, even tho he always felt the anger inside. He was forced to bottle it up and put on a happy exterior always. His mother was Belgian. (From experience, Belgian mothers (Flemish in particular) will beat you until your ass is raw if you talk back). Italian father, they lived in italy. He had 4 sisters, he was the middle child of 5. Around high school, he started acting out. Of course this was due to all of his bottled up anger from the past 15 years. 4 shattered sinks, 16 holes in the drywall, and one classroom fire later, Ghiaccio was expelled from school. His parents were too busy brimming with joy about the success of all his sisters that they didn’t take much notice to him. “If you’re going to behave in such a manner you might as well leave” his mother said. She was past the point of caring enough to beat him. So he left. 16 and with no where to go, he wandered the streets. After a year or so, Ghia had gotten used to that life, and was angry at everyone, sometimes when he wasn’t even angry. Anger had become his coping mechanism. Screaming was easier than talking. Until one day, he screamed at a blonde man in an intersection. Prosciutto was driving back to the squads hang out, boxes of takeout in the back seat of the car. He had chosen to not stop at the red light, just for fun, and nearly ran into our blue haired teenager. Ghia proceeded to cuss him out for a good 4 minutes in the middle of this intersection before pro cut him off. “Get in the back. “ he said, with his own special brand of brotherly love. “I know how you can put that anger to good use”. Ghiaccio, having no real reason to object, got in the back seat. Prosciutto was silent the rest of the drive and Ghiaccio yelled about all the take out food, now splattered on the backs of the seats due to the sudden slam on the brakes.

Y’all I don’t even remember the other la squadra members. Let’s do sorbet/gelato because they have zero backstory or personality so I can just ramble. *Clears throat* let’s begin. These fuckers. Friends since birth. Grew up together, always really close. They were both dirt poor, but because the only school nearby was a decent public school, when were able to slightly experience middle class living. They liked it. They wanted to see upper class, and once they did, they wanted to be there. These two were money grubbing bffs, I’m talking josuke and okuyasu, but like waaaaay more intense and also violent. They both left home around 14, together of course. Gelatos father had left them a few years prior, and his family were on the brink of starvation. Figuring they didn’t need another mouth to feed (and completely abandoning his post as family patriarch lol) he left with sorbet, who’s family had all died in various ways over the years. Most recently, his older sister being taken by some illness that was probably easily treatable, but with no means for a doctor, she died in days. The boys left home and school, and made a living by pickpocketing tourists and occasionally launching into larger heists. They made a decent living for themselves, but eventually started spending their money on drugs. It’s was sorbet first, heroin was really good to him for awhile. Gelato was against it, knowing it was the reason sorbets family had been so poor to begin with. His father was an addict, and despite holding down a job fairly well, spent all his earnings on drugs. Eventually he became too dependent, lost his job, and OD’d. But around this same time, when the boys were 16/17, they were starting to realize their feelings for each other. Confused teenaged minds full of budding love led to Gelato giving in, and soon their days were filled with heroin fueled ecstatic sex. They lived like this for awhile, existing in half reality, until one day they chose to set their pickpocketing targets on a short man with close cropped gray hair. The plan was perfect, sorbet bumped into the man and gelato passed by to grab his wallet, and suddenly they were the size of mere ants. In an instant, they were returned to size, left to wonder if it was real or just a hallucination from long term drug use. But they didn’t run. Formaggio introduced himself, with a loose handshake and a pause to spit out some tobacco, and promptly invited them to a “party”. Although, Formaggio was honest in his promise, this party did have drugs.

Cheese boys turn!! Seriously who am I forgetting??? Illuso my mirror man! Am I forgetting someone else too?? Idk. But shut up Kel it’s cheese boys turn.

So. Formaggio. Probably the most chill childhood. Lower middle class, pretty average, but he was quite gifted with sports. Soccer was his main, and also a fantastic competitive swimmer. (Okay I have a separate hc that Bruno is really good at soccer so hol horse up a moment so I can imagine those 2 playing soccer together in friendly competition. In my lil au where Bruno is in la squadra because I say BruPro exes rights please and thanks.) but anyway, he got really good at soccer and was offered a scholarship to play at a fancy pants private high school when he was 14. Of course his parents made him go, this has been the family’s dream for years, and formaggio’s as well. So high school is amazing, he’s starting to attract attention from universities even tho he’s barely in grade 11 by this point. And it’s all really amazing until he realizes. This isn’t what he wants. And it’s just that. He doesn’t want to play soccer anymore, he doesn’t want to potentially be famous. He just wants to be a kid. So he leaves school, he leaves home, he wants to start over. And he wanders into a diner and sees this small group of weirdly dressed men. At this point, it’s rizzo, pro, Pesci, and ghia. And he’s staring at them because they’re dressed like circus clowns but their aura is so murderous. And then the one who looks like a giant pineapple starts staring back. Pesci gets up and walks over to Formaggio. “I know you! You’re that amazing kid soccer player!!” And he just goes on and on about shit he read in the news (70% of it was false) until pro comes over and yanks his idiot brother away. Pro starts asking Formaggio questions, thinking he could be a good target. Stupid little rich kid. But to prosciuttos surpise, Formaggio is just a down to earth kid with no more money to his name than he needs to pay for this meal. Prosciutto takes him home after that. He doesn’t really offer any explanation.

(The rambling at the beginning of this paragraph actually happened lol so I paused for like 4 hrs oops)

Alright we are back. Had to leave to go to therapy and then scream at my mother and cry to my boyfriend but we are ready to go! Illuso and I really hope he’s the last one and I’m not forgetting one. Illuso was raised in an orphanage from infancy. No idea who his parents could even be. Fun fact: one of the nuns at the orphanage (cuz it’s an orphanage in Italy in 1980, they’re catholic.) nicknamed him Illuso because he was always pointing at things that weren’t there. As a tiny baby and a child, he would always be looking at things no one else can see (yes illuso is a natural stand user fight me). The nuns called him illuso as an insult, hoping to shame him into stopping. He never did. When he outgrew the orphanage, he decided to join the priesthood. He was 19, a priest in training, when the mafia came to the orphanage. They were collecting, and illuso knew they didn’t have the money this month. He tried to talk the mobsters down, but that went about as well as planned. 4 bullets to the chest, 3 open heart surgeries, and half a dozen resuscitations later, Illuso was released from the hospital. The orphanage had been shut down, and no one knew what had happened to the children or the nuns. With no where to go, illuso knew of one place that could use talents like his. The talents of steadily stealing money from the starving children of the church for a decade. It was during polpos test that illuso’s stand manifested. Not due to the arrow, but to protect its user from the other stand. Illuso was able to avoid Black Sabbath by hiding in his newfound mirror world until it was time to return the lighter to polpo (kinda cowardly but whatever.) he was assigned to risottos group by chance and was the last to join excluding Melone. But they loved him as if they had found him themselves.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #golden wind #la squadra #Melone #ghiaccio #Formaggio #illuso #sorbet #gelato #risotto Nero #prosciutto #Pesci #jojo part 5 #jjba

[yourmomswallet]

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.

#Hol Horse x Reader #reader insert #Female reader #jojos bizarre adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #jojo part 3 #Stardust Crusaders #jjba stardust crusaders #JJBA #Hol Horse #NOT SFW #long fic #AO3 fanfic

[teffyjeffy]

(Most of) JoJo’s Bizzare Adventure: Stardust Crusaders but almost everybody are kids having fun at recess.

Want a random JoJo post out of nowhere? No? Okay well here you go anyway!

A lot of the time when I was watching JJBA I felt like I was watching a very dramatic retelling of what was actually two kids playfighting.

“My guy punches super fast!” “Oh yeah? Well my guy can stop Time!” “Oh yeah?! Well, mine can too! I just discovered it!” “WELL MINE CAN DROP A ROADROLLER ON YOU” “THATS CHEATING”

Anyway, the idea started to snowball, so please enjoy my masterpost of (most of) JJBA Part 3 where the Stardust Crusaders are a group of 9 year old rascals who met up one day during recess. This is just for fun ^_^ also these are all copied and pasted from discord so the structure is a little jumbled. Enjoy!

Oh, and Spoilers are ahead.

“I can punch super fast!”

“Well I can use cameras and TVs as crystal balls, but I need to break them!”

“Mine can shoot flames, ooo ooo and-and I can control them at will!”

“Mine has a sword that can stab anything”

“MINE HAS AN ATTACK THAT IS UNBLOCKABLE AND ITS AREA EFFECT IS THE WHOLE PLAYGROUND-“

“No Kakyoin that’s not how we play. Youre not allowed to have an invincible attack”

Kakyoin’s introduction:

“I have an invincible attack”

“That’s not how it works Kakyoin but you’re cool, so you can keep playing with us”

The insect stand “Tower of Gray” was when the group was bothered by a fly on the school bus and they got a little too rowdy in their attempts to kill it, which pissed off the elderly bus driver. Thus the kids agreed that he was responsible for bringing the fly onto the bus in the first place. They got detention.

Jean Polnareff’s introduction:

“I have a sword that can pierce through anything!”

“Okay Jean, you can play with us, but you have to promise to stop pushing Avdol into the wood chips, he doesn’t like it.”

The stowaway girl is actually a 5 year old girl who wants to play with them and they hate it at first but they eventually warm up to her. The monkey with a ship stand was actually a retelling of the groups trip to the town’s public swimming pool. The boat was just an inflatable tube and the monkey was a chipmunk. And the original boat that blew up? That was the group’s original inflatable tube that got popped because the 5 year old wouldn’t stop gnawing at it

Later, the kids SOMEHOW convinced their parents to let them stay in the same hotel while the parents all hate business trips to go to. They “promised” not to pillow fight, then everyone except for Jean went to go get snacks while Jean went to explore the new room.  Unbeknownst to them, the previous guests of the room accidentally left their daughter’s doll behind. Jean HATES dolls. He accidentally stumbled upon Child’s Play when he was surfing channels way too late at night without his parents knowing. Fear turns into aggression and someone from the hotel staff goes to check on him. He finds Jean and realizes it’s the same kid who shot him with a water gun earlier. Jean is kicked out and the parents have to pick their kids up. Jotaro and everyone else weren’t happy. 

Rubber Soul is actually just that one bratty kid who thinks it’s sooooooooo funny to mimic other people while also making fun of the person they’re mimicking. It makes them feel “powerful.” Jotaro encounters Rubber Soul when the latter is mocking Kakyoin one day, while Jotaro is playing with the 5 year old; he then chases Rubber Soul all around the playground, and when he finally gets him, he busts his teeth in. They were only baby teeth though, they grew right back, which saved Jotaro from a brutal punishment. He was still forced to go without dessert for a month. He didn’t complain though because his mother was dealing with the flu at the time. He would give all his desserts to Kakyoin, which his how Jotaro discovered Kakyoin’s creepy habit of juggling maraschino cherries in his mouth.

J. Geil was somebody who used to play games with Jean’s sister. When she found out he sucked at party cake and teased him for having “Two left hands”, J pushes her into the mud and never plays with her again. Jean has held a grudge ever since.

Hol Horse is Geil’s “New friend” which pisses off Jean. Hol Horse, being a member of the wrong crowd, beats up Avdol and J. Geil just goes along with it. Jean is all “Avdol why are you even here, you had nothing to do with this!” And Kakyoin’s like “Should we call 911?” And Jean responds “Not yet, I need to beat up these guys first!” And Kakyoin calls 911 anyway.

The Mirror stand is just J. Geil going “Made you look” and punching your shoulder.

And Hol Horse’s stand is just a nerf gun. The reason it hurts is because he likes to get right up in your face before firing it. It’s ineffective if you’re too far away from him, because the dart bullet loses momentum and hits the ground harmlessly.

Jean eventually gets back at J. Geil by chasing him into the middle of a group of kids, then pointing up at nothing, shouting “Made you look,” and poking J. Geil in the eyes, which causes him to cry like a baby. And later, Jean is like “Oh yeah, I totally stabbed him with my sword!” when Jotaro asks him what happened.

Then Hol horse runs away because he realized J. Geil was a total loser.

The Empress stand was just Joseph’s retelling of his parents taking him to the doctor’s office so they could deal with a wart on his arm. He hated how boring the actual process was, so he pretended that he bested the wart in a game of wits and tore it asunder. Jotaro was grossed out. 

(Btw in this AU Joseph is only a grade older than Jotaro, instead of being his grandpappy)

Wheel of Fortune is just the result of a very nasty game of tag with a brat who wouldn’t leave the group alone.

Enya is the crazy cat lady at the end of the street whose house the kids were forced to pass one day when they missed the school bus.

Steely Dan is the snobby “Cool Kid” of the playground, and a sore loser when the kids don’t play the way he wants them to. So Jotaro gives him a black eye.

The Sun is a kid who likes to fry ants with a magnifying glass. But Joseph likes bugs, and seeing this made him cry. So Jotaro, Kakyoin and Avdol plot to destroy the magnifying glass, which they thought was really funny. But at that point, the magnifying glass had to be returned to the science lab, so the kid was spared. 

Or, in another interpretation:

“Hey guys, I wanna play! My guy’s power is that he’s literally the sun!!! ” 

Joseph: “Wow, that’s pretty powerful-“ 

J,K,&A: “YOUR POWER IS STUPID, GET LOST”

Death Thirteen was the result of the kids being forced to deal with a baby who was throwing a tantrum while they all waited to get on the giant slide at the County Fair. Kakyoin was especially pissed. 

I have nothing for the Judgement stand.

I don’t have anything for High Priestess either.

And Iggy is still a dog, but I’m getting rid of his tendency to fart because I just HATE IT

N’Doul isn’t blind, he wears glasses and can’t see shit without them. And he has a water pistol. And he hoards the playground’s sandbox.

Oingo and Boingo are a 6 year old and his 1 year old brother and they’re just the cutest little demon spawns.

Anubis is a dog that snatched Jean’s toy sword in its mouth, and the sword’s power to transfer souls was just Jean fearing that the dog had rabies. Jotaro rolled his eyes but convinced Joseph to help him buy a new toy sword to shut Jean up.

Mariah... I dunno man, I didn’t really care for her arc and it definitely doesn’t fit the “kids playground” scenario I’m going for.

ALESSI IS WRITTEN OUT COMPLETELY. HE IS NOT ALLOWED ON THE PLAYGROUND.

The D’Arby brothers are known for being the cheaters of the playground. So Jotaro scares the eldest brother in a game of Go Fish, and it messes D’Arby up so much that it triggers his Asthma and he he has an Asthma attack. 

Pet Shop went down as the day when Iggy had a fight with a seagull and got pecked the ever loving SHIT out of. Jotaro tells the story at every Christmas party.

The younger D’Arby battle happened on a day when he and Jotaro were playing video games together. They accused each other of cheating, which resulted in Jotaro insulting him for liking dolls before pummeling him and consequently getting kicked out of the house. Joseph gave him a high five though, so it was worth it.

Vanilla Ice was the toddler who didn’t bother to move out of the way if you got in his path while he was driving his toy mini jeep. But if you asked Jean or Avdol, they’ll tell you that the toddler deliberately puts people in his path to run them over. And the occasional dog.

And finally, DIO.

DIO was a kid who got transferred to Jotaro’s school after being expelled because the principal of DIO’s previous school couldn’t get him to leave two of the students alone, by the names of Johnathan and Erina. He was pen pals with Johnathan, but that was the only connection DIO bothered to maintain.

Jotaro thought DIO didn’t even deserve the title of “School Bully.” He thought DIO was just a weird freaking kid. Despite that, most of the kids were scared of him, Jotaro’s friends included.

DIO loved to utilize the classic “Time Out!” whenever he played with the kids, and if they didn’t abide to the time out, they got a knuckle sandwich.

Jotaro was the first kid in a long time to just say “Nope.”

That’s when he learned that DIO was a kid who liked to screech like a banshee when things didn’t go his way. As well as throw a whole bunch of pencils (seemingly from out of nowhere) at any person that he upset with.

The road roller in this AU is the closest thing to a lethal heavy weapon that you can get on the playground: a frickin BIKE. 

And DIO is like “TIME OUT SO I CAN SLAM THIS BIKE ON YOU” And Jotaro goes “Nope, your time out is cancelled because you’re a freak and also you tried to bite Joseph which was just gross, anyway-“ and he punched DIO in the leg, pushed him to the ground, and kicked woodchips in his face.

They both got expelled.

A few years later, on his way to middle school, Jotaro bumps into a kid named Josuke...

<============ TO BE CONTINUED

BONUS JJBA BATTLE TENDENCY

The Pillar Men are a reflection of the infamous day when three highschool bullies showed up to the playground. One of them beat a kid named Ceasar in a Rock Paper Scissors match; in responce, Joseph (who at the time was only 4) went apeshit. He kicked the first highschooler off of the carousel at the County Fair. Then he located the second highschooler, tied up his shoelaces, then lit them with a match. Finally, during the school’s annual science fair, he tracked down the third highschooler, who had just finished rigging a student’s baking soda volcano to blow up in his face. Joseph threw a bunch of rocks that he found outside at the highschooler, and then proceeded to lock him up in the school’s astral observatory. The first two highschoolers fled town after that, but rumor has it that the third one is still stuck in the abandoned observatory.

#jjba #jojo part 3 #stardust crusaders #au #jotaro #dio #kakyoin #avdol #joseph joestar #iggy

[inquisitorsnappy]

3 (but only if you want bc i know this ones hard), 6, 20 for ira; and 13, 16 for sara?

putting this under the cut bc of the length!!

IRA KINJAL TIWARI

3. Ask them to describe their love interest

(i found this easier to do by just writing from her perspective)

“Jean is… a lot. He’s very loud and quite bombastic a lot of the time but he’s also good at reining himself in when he needs to. He can be quiet and gentle when he needs to be which I’m grateful for. He’s kind and loving and he is dedicated. He will completely and wholeheartedly dedicate himself to anything he puts his mind to whether it’s silly games, a serious cause or a person he loves which is another thing I’m really grateful for. I needed that support when putting myself back together after… everything. But he’s also impulsive and reckless and makes some really stupid decisions sometimes which isn’t always a big deal but back in Egypt it almost always was because they’d almost always get him nearly killed. He was always trying his best though so I suppose I can’t fault him for that. It’d just be nice if it didn’t give me a panic attack every couple of days. But that’s just it, really. He’s always trying to do good, even at his own expense. He’s just a good, kind and loving, compassionate person that wants what’s best for everyone else and I really couldn’t ask for anything else.”

6. What will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

avdol and holly are probably the people she’ll trust without question when it comes to advice. as much as jotato, armani and polnareff are the people that she trusts more than literally anyone else, they all have a track record for being reckless, impulsive and making stupid decisions so whilst she’ll listen to them, she will sometimes reject their advice on that basis whereas avdol and holly are (mostly, in avdol’s case) not reckless and have the kind of life experience that ira will put her trust, in no matter what.

in terms of never taking advice from people, she has listened to advice from hol horse literally only one (1) time but other than that, she will always reject his advice. she knows him well enough to know that his advice is either not worth listening to or too stupid to listen to. so anytime he tries to offer his input, she’ll respond with a polite but very flat no. he’s offended every time.

20. What do they do like that nobody else does?

uuhhhhh i’m not sure?? she doesn’t really have any interests that contrast those of her friends. she likes reading which all of her friends also like doing (jotaro and avdol in particular) and she plays violin after part 3 which, whilst none of her friends also do, she’s not the only musician she knows since armani and, later, sara both play the guitar. i suppose the fact that she’s the only violinist she knows counts?? so she’s the only one of their group that likes playing violin?? 

SARA SHERRY POLNAREFF

13. Name one thing their parents taught them.

somehow she’s ended up with a big ol’ juxtaposition of being really fucking reckless a lot of the time, like both of her parents, but also learning to be cautious. ira has always been anxious and on edge so she’s always cautious. polnareff on the other hand, became more cautious as he got older anyway but his initial encounter with diavolo caused them both to be very on edge, occasionally bordering on paranoia, especially with polnareff, which sara very much noticed and it influenced her own behaviour which wasn’t helped by the fact that she needed have some level of secrecy since she needed to keep the existence of stands hidden from the people around her (jolyne in particular when they were growing up). so caution is the thing she was taught but it just ends up contrasting very heavily against what both she and her parents are actually like as people since they’re all reckless and prone to self-sacrificial behaviour. her caution mainly shines through in how slow she is to trust others and how much she’d prefer to make plans when thinking about the long term. short term impulsiveness is fine but she needs to know what the plan is in the long term and what the options are if things go wrong in that plan in order to not be uncomfortable about the situation. 

16. If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

oh boy be prepared for about 87 leather jackets, lots of tacky heart badges bc she can’t get enough of those, probably a lot of lacy things and studded belts. it’s mainly the jackets.

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#to add some context to ira and hol horse interacting #they worked together a few times when ira was working with dio #so they're kinda friends?? not really?? sort of?? #they got along well enough for ira to not really want to get into a fight with him #i do also have an idea for a story set in the late 90s (1997 maybe??) with the two of them working together #so that's why ira would be in a scenario where hol horse might try to offer advice #anyway #thank you for asking!! #ira tiwari #sara sherry polnareff #starsplatinum

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Stardust discussion: Is Sun really the worst arc of Part 3?

So a common opinion amongst just about every JoJo fan is that the Sun is one of the worst Stands, Arabia Fats is one of the most pathetic users, and the arc itself is bad, the whole episode could be skipped over. Originally I didn’t really like the Sun arc either, but y’know, after thinking about it…

Nah. Arabia Fats isn’t the worst Stand user and Sun is definitely not the worst arc of Part 3. I’m sure you're scratching your head as to why I have this opinion, and no, for once it isn’t my love of lesser characters.

Firstly I’m gonna discuss what happens in prior episodes. The Sun arc pretty much happens directly after the Crusaders had to put up with Justice and Lovers, and it’s also directly before Death 13. The former two arcs were long and tense, so the Sun is pretty much meant to be a “calm, breather moment” that’s lighthearted before jumping straight back into a seriously deadly Stand user like Mannish Boy.

I mean, I dunno about you, but putting up with Enya, Steely Dan, and Mannish Boy back to back? Pretty mentally exhausting, and the Sun arc does just that with around 24 minutes of a short-lived Stand that was easily solved in an unexpected way.

That’s another thing I appreciate the Sun for, you don’t expect the situation to be resolved so easily and think it’ll go on for another episode like most of the arcs did. Instead what happens, is Star Platinum throws a rock, and this seemingly unstoppable Stand is defeated because he figured out where the user was hiding.

It seems so stupid at first, but then you think about it and kinda laugh. Most of the episode is pretty filler also, which is why you expect it to be stretched out to another part, but it isn’t. The Sun was a decently powerful Stand, it’s just that the secret to it wasn’t well-covered.

So yeah, not really a bad episode in my opinion, decent enough filler that’s only 24 minutes long. However, when you have not one, but two episodes of filler, that’s what I consider to be the “worst” arc.

… I’m gonna catch shit for two of these opinions right about now.

I honestly think the Atum arc is one of the worst in Part 3.

It’s two episodes of filler while Polnareff, Avdol, and Iggy are fighting for their lives against Vanilla Ice. Nothing interesting happens during the plays against Telence other than ridiculous, fictional video game shenanigans. Kakyoin loses which is what you expect from status quo so Jotaro can beat Telence instead.

It’s a weaker version of the Osiris arc, because you already know what’s going to happen after seeing Jotaro beat Daniel, so it’s just extremely boring. You get nothing out of it other than funny mind-reading shenanigans and another epic beatdown, also finding out that Daniel was hitting on a 15-year old when he was 25, ew.

Nothing comes out of it, it pales in comparison to the battle against Cream that’s going on in the same mansion. Maybe if Kakyoin or Joseph were the ones to beat Telence and Jotaro lost, I would have a different opinion.

Honorable mention of “second worst arc” in Part 3 goes to this, again, please put down your torch and pitchforks.

Listen, I love Hol Horse and Boingo as characters, and the team up is hilarious. But it was stretched out to two episodes and was resolved in the most unsatisfying way. 

It becomes worse because you kind of want Boingo to develop and grow up, and even worse when you find out that Hol Horse was in fact originally meant to turn on Dio and be a Crusader, but instead ends up with a humiliating self-inflicted defeat. It’s not nearly as funny as Arabia Fats being pelted with a rock because this was two episodes long, and you end up rooting for Hol Horse.

I still think it’s really hilarious, it just… needed to be shorter and have a better ending.

Basically, I think the filler arcs in the Egypt half of Part 3 are way worse than the silly shenanigan filler single episode that is the Sun.

But what about Arabia Fats himself, does he have the worst Stand in Part 3? Not when Tenore Sax exists, no. The user himself?

Still no, there’s a Stand user not only worse but absolutely squandered compared to him.

Nena is by far, the worst Stand user in Part 3. She’s introduced initially as an innocent 16-year old girl that’s in love with Hol Horse, but later it turns out she’s an older, large woman that just took the flesh and body of that girl, and… was working for Dio the whole time? Why did she put on such an innocent act? Was she fooling Hol Horse (and J. Geil) also? Enya seemed to know her.

Her Stand, the Empress, and the arc itself are actually pretty hilarious and I enjoyed it. But we learn nothing about the user herself and why she decided to trick everyone. She’s also painfully emotionless when she stops putting on an act, which might be attributed to the “body snatcher” inspiration she has going on.

At least with Arabia Fats, he’s probably still alive so you can make fun headcanons on what he’s like, which is what the Japanese fans like to do with him (they make him pretty interesting!). With Nena though, you can’t have that because she’s canonically dead, nothing about her is really resolved. You’re just left speculating on why she lied to everyone except Enya.

So anyway, that’s about it for my opinion, but what do you think? Do you disagree and have your own reasons for Arabia Fats/the Sun being the worst section of Part 3? Or do you have something else to contest as my opinion of the worst? I genuinely want to know, since I do wanna interact with other fans about this!

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #Stardust Crusaders #Arabia Fats #I was thinking about this since yesterday and wanted to share my opinions hah #inb4 people ask what I think is the best arc of Part 3 if it isn't obvious

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_(:3｣∠)_ I'm back for more headcanonsss because I love my daughter, this time I want some AvKari headcanons (ʘ‿ʘ✿) they can be from canon or the nobody dies AU!! (OR BOTH LMAO) and, anddd maybe what Karina thinks of Jotaro and Esther too? (ꈍᴗꈍ) THANK U BLESS

Aaaaah, Maryyy, I’m gonna declare you AvKari #1fan, ILU. I’ll do for both canon and the nobody dies uvu  So I hope you enjoy e3e I kinda overdid abit with the AvKari HCs tho, this is why they’re after a read more, sorry.

Karina and JotaEssie

Atfirst, Karina thought that Jotaro would never have a woman in his life due tohis behavior. During the events of DiU, she admitted that Jotaro kinda improved his behavior.

Duringthe events of SDC she didn’t notice anything actually, since she was already ina dream with her beloved Avdol, but in DiU she totally notices how Esther looksat him.

Karinausually teases Esther, saying that they make a cute power couple, and that theyshould stop working and just kiss already.

Especiallywhen she goes to see one of them and sees them together or when she findsEsther in Jotaro’s hotel room.

Also,Karina likes to remember her how hot is now Jotaro. Karina pls stop.

WhenEsther told her that he’s already married, Kari joked that then she should‘steal’ him and runaway. Esther didn’t like this, but she didn’t get angry cosshe knew that Karina was just joking without bad intention.

AfterJotaro and Esther married, she was very happy for them, especially for Esther,although she got a bit worry since he had a daughter. She just wanted them tobe happy.

AvKari headcanons

Sincethe first sight, she thought that he was a very attractive man, and even gavehim some puppy eyes before going to their respective rooms. Ofc it didn’twork.

WhenKarina and Joseph had the towel incident, Avdol was the one who found them inthat awkward position, so Karina immediately explained everything and sworemultiple times that Joseph was too old for her, and that she likes moreintelligent men, giving him again puppy eyes. She’s not very subtle, and poor Joseph lmao.

Afterthat, both of them talked more, and get to know each other a bit more. Karinatotally fell in love, and really admired him, and Avdol loved her caring andcheerful behavior.

WhenAvdol was injured by Hol Horse and Karina stayed with him, she started crying sayinghow sad she was cos she thought she just lost the person she loves and how gladshe was that he was still alive.

Hewasn’t asleep so he heard her confession. She was very embarrassed and told himto just forget everything, but he kissed her saying that he feels the same. ThenKarina cried even harder, but he calmed her down with tender kisses.

Whenthey reunited with Avdol in the island, after OFC laughing at how Pol was the onlyone who didn’t know he was alive, she just glomped him even if she just sawhim a few days before

·Whileescaping from High Priestess, they both were diving holding hands since Karinawas the only one who couldn’t communicate with the others via stands and he wasworried.

Whenshe told everyone that she was going to left cos she was pregnant, everyone waskind of shocked, but especially Pol who was the only one who didn’t noticeanything.  He said that couldn’tunderstand how Avdol can have that bad taste, and Karina kicked him in his kneeKarina pls stop kicking ppl.

Afterthe battle against DIO, Karina and Caesar visited the crusaders in thehospital. Karina visited them every day, and most of the time she just laiddown with Avdol in his bed and sometimes even fell asleep in him.

Caesaralways apologized for her behavior, although Avdol didn’t mind actually. Hejust wanted his new prosthetic arms for hugging her back.

Atfirst, since Avdol knew Caesar since time ago, he was a bit uneasy about being affectionatewith Karina in front of him, after all he was her grandfather, and Avdolrespected him.

Also,Karina couldn’t stand how respectful Avdol was with that bastard. Avdol tried, like Joseph, to help to improve therelationship between those two stubborn Zeppelis, but she didn’t listen, noteven him. So when, their relationship actually improved, Avdol just says to herthat he had already told her that he was a good man.

DuringKari’s pregnancy, she was very worried about what Avdol would think about hergaining that much weight, but ofc he didn’t mind at all and replied that thenthere would be more Karina for him to kiss.

Also,she was more sleepy and tired than usual, and she usually just fell asleep onhis lap or on his shoulder. In bed, she prefers to sleep on his chest. Shecan’t sleep if she isn’t hugging him!

Inthe morning, Avdol is the one who wakes up first, so he usually wakes her upwith kisses and caresses. Ofc, she wakes up very happy and refuses to gettingup, lol.

Duringtheir wedding, she was very nervous. After all, she was going to see herparents again after a lot of months, and now she was very pregnant and getting married. At the end, everything goeswell. Mina really liked Avdol, and Juan was very emotional about her babygetting married also he was worried himself about meeting her wife’s father,something that made Karina laugh so much.

DuringRosa’s birth, Karina had some complications. She was very nervous, butAvdol remained at her side all the time, holding her hand and encouraging her.Since she had that hard time, he felt kind of guilty when he couldn’t be withher in Nassif’s birth since the beginning, especially cos he knew that shewould be more worried about him and Joseph trying to arrive in that bad weatherthan about herself.

AfterRosa’s birth, when Karina was able to have intimate relationships again, she waskind of nervous, so she asked for advice to Joseph. Avdol was nervous too, cosnow he has prosthetic arms, and they could be kind of bothersome. At the endeverything went well, and Karina learned that asking Joseph for advice is avery bad idea.

Whentheir babies started to manifest their stands, Avdol did his best to try toteach them how to control them. Also, he scolds them every time that they usethem for trivial things or when they try to use them to tease their mother.

Whenthey got their own farm, they moved to Asturias where Karina’s parents lived.Actually was Juan the one who built the house in which Avdol, Kari, and thebabies were going to live. He didn’t want them to know, but Mina told them, andthey were very grateful for that

ForNassif’s 8th birthday, they adopted a little dog, so in a way, they gainedanother little child.

Overthe years, Karina got really worried about Avdol not loving her since she wasaging so much since she left her Hamon training after Rosa’s birth. He justtold her that this didn’t mind, and that he was really happy to get oldtogether. Also, he told him that she didn’t seem to actually age, since she isstill as cheerful and active as always.

Whentheir children were older, the moved from home, they visit their parents very oftentho. Both of them are very proud of their kids having their own life too.

#thanks for the ask Mary ;0; #also SORRY IF THERE ARE MISTAKES #I wrote this little by little every day at 2 am SO WELP and today my brain isn't working it seems sobs #STILL I hope u like it dear uvu #reply #miss mary grace #my ocs #my friends ocs