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blondeboyfriend · 1 year

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𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝟏 (𝟏𝟖+)

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» Devotional 2 [ PAIRING ] DIO x f!reader x Hol Horse [ SYNOPSIS ] An intimate moment between DIO and you is interrupted by one of his agents. [ WORD COUNT ] 3.7k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, dubcon, threats of violence, exhibitionism, oral sex (m + f receiving), deep throating, facesitting, threesome (mmf), size kink (y/n is tall-coded though), strength kink, sadomasochism, some D/s elements, gun play, teasing, praise, impact play, blood, edging, humiliation, jealousy, nipple play, pet names (Dio calls you pet, Hol Horse calls your darlin’), I don’t know what a plot is so there isn’t one, not beta read because I never learn.

“I think I heard something,” you said, kneeling before Dio.

You looked up at the naked, statuesque blonde, a monument of grace and otherworldly beauty, lounging in front of you. He sat in a plush armchair with long legs spread wide open and his cock erect.

He patted your head. “You did hear something, pet, but pay it no mind.”

You went to speak, but hesitated.

“Do you not trust me?” He asked, toying with a lock of your hair between his elegant fingers.

“No!” You blurted out. “I trust you!”

You didn’t want him to doubt your devotion. You ultimately knew that you were replaceable. Dio was in no short supply of admirers and disposing of you would be no trouble at all. You had seen the pale bodies of devotees left to rot among the vampire’s riches, ones that didn’t capture his attention like you did.

Your wit saved you from being mere fodder, a blood bag to be consumed and tossed aside. The night you met Dio you charmed him to no end. It was easy then. All he was to you at that point was a normal man, a devastatingly gorgeous one, but nothing you couldn’t handle. You kept a cool head and exuded confidence.

It wasn’t until you saw his sprawling mansion that you realized you were out of your element. After that it was one disturbing discovery after the next. The worst being when you caught him jamming his fingers into the neck of a half-dressed woman and sucking the life out of her. Part of you was horrified while the other was vaguely jealous.

“You plan on killing, don’t you? That’s why you brought me here. I knew you didn’t think my jokes were that funny,” you finally cried out one night in a flurry of anxiety.

“I find your jokes to be quite amusing,” Dio replied, not looking up from the book he was engrossed in.

“Don’t patronize me. I’ve seen what you’re capable of.”

“It’d be a waste to kill someone as entertaining as you,” he said plainly.

Still even with his reassurance you were uneasy. There was little that could convince you not to walk on eggshells when in his presence. You stopped joking around as much, growing more timid each time you saw him. You barely recognized yourself.

You tried to shake images of Dio snapping your neck like a dry twig from your mind by focusing on his nude form splayed out before you.

“O—of course I trust you,” you reiterated.

He gave you a condescending smirk which did little to quell your nerves.

“Good,” he cooed, his tone sickly sweet.

You exhaled through your nose and focused on the task at hand. You grabbed ahold of his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was thick and heavy in your hand, fully engorged with a few veins coiling around the length of it. Every inch demanded your attention. The tip was dripping precum. You rubbed the glistening tip with your thumb. You popped it in your mouth and licked it clean, savoring the sweetness of his fluids. His vermilion gaze was fixed on you.

You began to stroke his cock. A muted groan fell from his lips as you tightened your grip. He continued to play with your hair, his fingers tangling in your locks. You braced yourself for the impending pull, but instead he pushed your head down. You tried to hold your own and breathed through your nose.

“I want to hear you gag.”

Dio pushed your head down further, his cock filling your mouth. Tears welled up in your eyes. Just as he went to push your head down a third time there was a subdued knock on the door. You lurched back and left a trail of spit connecting your mouth to his cocktip.

“Who the fuck could that be?” You asked nervously, trying to cover yourself with your arms. It was a fruitless task, so you gave up and decided to roll with the punches to the best of your ability.

He used his foot to gently move you out of the way before standing up and walking to the door, leaving you in his sensuous wake. He strolled past his pile of clothes on the floor, not bothering to conceal his erection. You had to admire his shamelessness.

Dio opened the door and welcomed in the seemingly unannounced guest.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were havin’… company, Lord Dio.”

It was Hol Horse, one of Dio’s many agents.

“Don’t mind them.”

The hitman paused and exhaled a puff of cigarette smoke. “That Vanilla guy told me to just go to your bedroom. I didn’t know—”

“It’s fine,” Dio reassured him.

You stifled a laugh and leaned to the right to get a better view of Hol Horse. It wasn’t much, his face mostly obscured by the darkness that permeated the mansion. But you could see that he was trying in vain to not notice Dio’s immense cock which was good enough. His entire body looked ripe with tension, every muscle infected with unease. He took another drag off his cigarette and seemingly tried to retain composure.

“What is it?” Dio asked with a pointed tone.

“M—my report!” He stuttered. “I’m just here to give you my report.”

There was a pregnant pause between the two men.

“Go on, Hol Horse,” he said, hissing the hitman’s name.

“Ah, uh… I don’t know how to put this.”

“Try using your words,” you heckled, ignoring the tension that had engulfed the room.

Dio turned his head a little and looked at you over his shoulder. He gave you a brief half-smile and then directed his attention back to the sweaty cowboy.

“I’m waiting,” the vampire droned.

“Listen, you know, I hate bringin’ you bad new—”

“You seem tense. Why don’t you take a seat?” Dio directed his attention to you. “My pet, go make yourself comfortable on the bed.”

You did as you were told and crawled onto the spacious bed. It was parallel to the plush chair, giving you a perfect view. You wrapped your body in the soft, linen sheets.

Hol Horse cautiously took a seat and looked up at Dio who stood in front of him. His Herculean form minimized the hitman’s presence.

“I—”

“I already know what happened, Hol Horse.” Dio hissed the hitman’s name once more.

Your eyes widened. You didn’t realize that Dio already knew what went down and inched closer to the edge of the bed. The need to eavesdrop couldn’t be fought.

“Then let me apologize. I promise it won’t happe—”

“I don’t want an apology. I want you to show me the depths of your devotion.”

You couldn’t help but laugh; Dio refused to let Hol Horse cough out a full sentence.

Hol Horse swallowed hard. You marveled at his ability to keep his lit cigarette in check.

“What,” the hitman grimaced, “did you have in mind, Lord Dio?”

The vampire got on his knees.

“You’re going to let me suck your cock.”

“I’m going to let you what?”

“He’s going to let you what?!” You asked, your question layered under the hitman’s.

Dio gave you a quick glance before addressing Hol Horse.

“Hmph. I thought I was clear,” Dio said while placing his hands on Hol Horse’s thighs. “But I’ll humor you.” He sighed. “I feel as though you are wavering.”

“It was a one time mista—”

“Normally I’d kill someone like you… A coward.” Dio dug his talon-like nails into the hitman’s flesh. “But I like you, Hol Horse. I’m willing to let your indiscretion slide if you assert yourself.”

Dio pulled himself closer, leaving little distance between him and the man he was trying to seduce.

“Convince me you’re worthy enough to serve me. I have little need for weak-willed failures. Let me witness your true power.”

“Yeah, that position’s already filled,” you muttered to no one, thinking of that little two-faced troll, Nukesaku.

Hol Horse sat there in complete silence. Dio’s face was now mere inches from his. The vampire studied Hol Horse and looked for cracks in his facade, something he could weasel his way into and break the man from the inside out. You were riveted.

“Or are you not man enough?” The words seemed to slither out of his mouth, every letter dripping with venom.

It seemed to have worked because Hol Horse gently shoved the vampire away. Dio sat before him, smirking. Your cunt was throbbing. You hoped the hitman would heed Dio’s teasing and succumb to the beautiful blonde’s desires.

And you were in luck. Hol Horse undressed sheepishly. Dio watched him with hungry eyes, taking in every aspect of the hitman’s hulking frame. He wasn’t as robust and muscled as Dio, but he was a big man nonetheless. It drove you wild to be in the same room with two men that could easily tear you in two. You weren’t short by any means, but even these men were more than capable of dwarfing you.

Once he was undressed Hol Horse sat back down. He spread his legs wide like he was on a train, trying to take up an entire row of seats. His flaccid cock laid on the side of his thigh. It was rather big and surrounded by lush, flaxen pubic hair (much different from the deep brown hairs that surrounded Dio’s cock like a wreath). His nerves got the best of him and he covered his cock with his hands.

“Come on, Hol Horse. You’ll probably never have an opportunity like this again.”

“Is that so?” He laughed.

“Yes, because I may kill you if you don’t comply.”

You rolled your eyes. While you weren’t completely certain, you hypothesized that Dio had something of a crush on Hol Horse. It would take a couple more failures before he’d meet his end.

“Well, when you put it like that it sounds like I ain’t got much of a choice.”

“So we’ve come to an understanding then?”

Hol Horse gulped. “I guess we have.”

Dio smirked. “Tell me what you want.”

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Dio obeyed. His eyes were brimming with anticipation. Hol Horse took one last drag off his cigarette and stubbed it out on the vampire’s tongue. Once fully extinguished he let it fall to the floor.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you.”

Seeing Dio be so submissive sent you reeling. Never once had he shown this side to you. A familiar twinge of jealousy pricked your heart.

“Good boy,” he said, patting Dio on the head.

You knew that pissed Dio off. The vampire’s body grew tense, but his face retained its angelic willingness. Many times under the influence of red wine you tried to do the same and were always met with hisses and grumbles. Never compliance, apparently only Hol Horse held that privilege.

“You look pathetic lying there by yourself. Come keep our guest company while I take care of him,” Dio said, not bothering to look at you.

You hopped off the bed and stood behind the hitman. You held his shoulders and let your hands slide down his chest. Dio began to suck, wrapping his lips around the shaft of Hol Horse’s cock.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Does it feel good?” You asked, nipping at his ear.

Dio looked up expectantly. If there was one thing he loved, it was praise.

Hol Horse gritted his teeth. “Yes.”

The hitman stared down at the man pleasuring him. It must have become too much as he tightly shut his eyes. He looked pained. You moved to his side and turned his head, stroking his cheek. He opened his sky blue eyes. Your noses were practically touching. You bit down on your bottom lip and decided to kiss him. It was desperate, full of longing. It never occurred to you that someone who claimed to have so many girlfriends all around the world could be so starved, so hungry. You slid your tongue in his mouth.

“Hmph.” Dio had released Hol Horse’s cock. “You’re boring me.’

The hitman quickly pulled away from you.

“I’m sorry!” He yelped.

“Point your gun at my head.”

“Excuse me?” You asked.

“Quiet.” Dio’s gaze was like a dagger penetrating your heart. You immediately shut up.

“Lord Dio, I—I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Do you actually believe that I, Dio, care about what someone like you thinks?”

“Well, no. I—why would someone as powerful as you care about what I th—”

Dio rolled his eyes.

“How would you react if anyone other than me said that?”

“I, uh, would probably…”

“You can do it,” you whispered in the hitman’s ear.

Dio shot you an unimpressed glance. A wave of bravado came over you and you stuck out your tongue in defiance.

“How charming,” he said, resting his head on Hol Horse’s knee. “Now, what was it you were trying to say?”

Dio’s words were pure, unadulterated saccharine. He sounded so lovely, but still there was a bite to his words. It was reminiscent of a siren’s song.

“I’d probably hit him? I don’t know.”

“Hit me then.”

“I can’t.”

“Don’t pretend you’re a gentleman. Hit me. Don’t hold back.”

Hol Horse swallowed hard and lifted Dio’s chin, and held onto him by the jaw. Your cunt couldn’t have been wetter; a trickle of your arousal dripped down your leg.

“Uh. Do—do you want me to slap you?”

“Ha.” Dio sounded unimpressed. “Is that what you do when you’re fighting cretins at a rat-infested dive bar? No, Hol Horse, I want you to hurt me.”

“Is this a test?” The hitman asked nervously.

“I’m growing tired of your questions. Hit me or I’ll rip out your throat.”

You tossed your head back. “Oh, c’mon. Be nice, Dio.”

“I’ll do the same to you.”

“No you won’t,” you laughed.

Dio ignored you and focused on the task at hand. You assumed you must’ve been correct in your assessment.

“I’m sick of wait—”

The vampire was cut off by Hol Horse punching his cheek clumsily. It was hardly an artful attack considering the position you were all in. However it was still audible, filling the room with the beautiful sound of fist meeting flesh. You winced though, suspecting the hitman would be served a death sentence. Dio smirked and rubbed his cheek.

“You never let me hit you like that,” you snarked.

“Your fists are tiny and useless,” Dio retorted.

“Ouch, my heart,” you said, clutching your chest. “Sure it’s not because you taught me how to throw a pun—”

“Hush.” He gazed up at Hol Horse. “Now where were we?”

Hol Horse breathed deeply and summoned Emperor, the gun materializing in his hand. Its presence calmed his nerves, his demeanor anew. He was completely unphased, aiming the gun between Dio’s eyes.

“Keep your finger on the trigger.”

He complied with no protest.

You watched in awe as Dio parted his lips and started sucking Hol Horse’s cock. He looked gorgeous on his knees, eyes turned up at the two of you. His form was impressive, deep throating the hitman’s sizable cock with ease. You wondered how much practice he had, how he fostered such a skill.

“Fuck,” the hitman cursed, jaw clenched. “Lord Dio… I…”

Hol Horse gave up on whatever it was he was trying to say.

Dio moaned with a mouthful of cock. His eyes hooded and pupils dilated. You noticed he was rutting against his hand. Seeing him pleasure himself was enough to send you over the edge.

“Shit,” Hol Horse suddenly choked out, the word catching in his throat.

He recalled his stand and babbled a barrage of apologies. Dio wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I thought you’d have more stamina,” the vampire replied, ignoring the multitude of sorries launched at him.

“Me too. Kinda disappointing actually,” you said twirling a lock of Hol Horse’s hair between your fingers.

“I—I have stamina!”

“No one likes a liar.”

“I’m not lyin’, darlin’.”

“Perhaps you don’t know what stamina means,” Dio teased.

“Maybe you need to show him.”

“That’s not a bad idea, pet.”

Dio stood up and held out his hand to you. Eagerly you grabbed it and followed him to the bed. He got on the mattress first, pulling you on top of him. His thick cock grazed your swollen clit.

“Come closer, Hol Horse. How will you ever learn if you’re all the way over there?”

The hitman got up, his body brimming with anxiety. He seemed a little shaky. But you understood to an extent. Coming in your boss’s mouth without warning is a bit of a faux pas. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking like a prey animal.

Dio gripped your hips and lifted you up and onto his cock. You gasped as it filled your cunt, penetrating deep. His nails dug deep into your tender flesh. It hurt like hell as they pierced your skin, but this was how you liked it and he was well aware of that fact.

Your sighs filled the room, sweet and numerous.

“Tell him how good it feels to ride me,” he cooed.

You exhaled and tried to articulate the exaltation.

“Re—really good,” you choked out, cringing at your lack of creativity.

It was hard to keep your thoughts straight.

Dio looked unimpressed and pinched one of your nipples between his fingernails. A sharp pain radiated through your breast.

“It feels like I’m fucking a god,” you moaned, struggling for coherency. “I… It… I don’t know. I can’t f—focus.”

You could feel Hol Horse’s eyes on you. If you weren’t in the throes of pleasure the embarrassment would have been lethal. Your body felt aflame. Your cunt throbbed around Dio’s cock. Arousal fluid pooled around the base of it. Every thrust was punctuated with a wet smack.

Dio was unrelenting, driving his erection into you. It didn’t take long for you to fall apart at the seams, a whirlwind of moans and sighs. He, on the other hand, appeared completely clear-headed. Anytime you came close to climax he’d slow down, relishing in your tortured whines and begs. Every gasp and curse was met with his haughty smirk.

You had lost track of time. It felt like he was fucking you for hours. You were exhausted, limbs limp, cunt numb. You tried to hold yourself up by placing your hands on his chest, but it was a tenuous grip.

“Have you had enough? I think I proved my point.”

You hung your head and weakly replied, “Yes.”

His eyes softened.

“Are you ready to come?” He purred.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Hmph. I was going to let you come on my face, but I’m not sure anymore.”

You rocked your hips back and forth, eliciting a low groan from the vampire.

“Don’t be a brat,” you said playfully.

“Fine,” he growled, lifting you off his cock. “Face our guest though.”

You turned around and looked at Hol Horse. He was a mess, skin flushed, his cock hard and dripping with cum.

“Did you like that?” You asked as Dio positioned you over his mouth.

He merely nodded, his lips a thin line. You gazed into his blue eyes. You wanted to draw him near and kiss him again. But your cognizance was annihilated when Dio’s tongue swept along your puffy clit.

“Fuck,” you whined.

He hungrily devoured your cunt, sucking on your labia and savoring the heaven-like taste of your fluids. Arching your back you rutted against his face. You felt your body growing heavier by the second, pleasure weighing down every neuron.

You made eye contact with Hol Horse again and pleaded, “C’mere.”

He crawled over Dio and his raging erection.

“What d’ya need, darlin’?” He asked, placing his hands on the small of your back.

“Suck on my tits,” you moaned.

Dio’s teeth grazed your cunt but you couldn’t care less, especially once Hol Horse started lapping at your breast. He flicked your tender nipple with the tip of his tongue. Both men having their mouths on you gave a greater high than any drug ever could.

You tried to speak but could only gasp as you were overcome with euphoria. You rode out your orgasm, crying out Dio’s name. You felt a little bad not praising the hitman’s efforts, but you didn’t want to sow any seeds of discord. For the first time in a while you actually felt comfortable and confident around the vampire.

“That was nice,” you mumbled as you got off of Dio’s face. “Want me to take care of that?”

You gestured towards his engorged cock.

“Not you, pet.” He sat up and narrowed his eyes at the hitman. “You. Off the bed and on your knees.”

“L—Lord Dio, I’m not really interested in—”

“Did I ask what you’re interested in?”

“No, but I… Your little friend seems more than willing to, uh, help you out.”

“They don’t need to prove how devoted they are to me. You do, Hol Horse.”

He gulped and did as Dio demanded.

Dio got off the bed and stood in front of him, relishing in his nervous submission. Dio stroked his cock and slapped Hol Horse across the face with it, leaving a trail of precum along his cheek.

“Open up the pretty mouth of yours.”

He tried to push his cock through Hol Horse’s lips. The hitman whimpered slightly and opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue.

“Good boy,” he seethed, mirroring the praise Hol Horse had given him though Dio’s iteration had a cruel tinge to it.

Dio stroked his cock until ropes of cream-colored cum splattered against Hol Horse’s tongue and face. He didn’t groan or moan, all he had was a sick smile on his face while he watched Hol Horse swallow his load.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it? Now I know how much I mean to you, how important I am. Don’t you feel better now that I know where you stand?”

“Ye—yes, Lord Dio.”

“Perfect.” He turned his attention back to you. “And you, my pet, come with me. I’ll run a bath for us.”

“What about him?” You said, walking with Dio to the door.

Hol Horse was still naked and on his knees, a pinnacle of shame and dejection.

“What about him?” Dio spoke of Hol Horse like he wasn’t in the room. “He can find his way out.”

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1ovede1uxe · 27 days

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Any headcannons for hugging Hol Horse?

ofc anon! :) I’ve never written for hol horse before but i hope it’s to your liking! also… thank you for my first ever request! 💘

also I love this lil gif

hugs with hol horse :)

- you’re crazy if you think this man doesn’t do big hugs

- regardless of your relationship, he’s definitely the type to pick you up in the hug and do a “big squeeze”

- his arm still hangs on your shoulder after the hug :) (aww)

- he’s a hugger regardless of how sweaty or dirty whatever either of you are doing make you, you’re both okay and back together so he’s happy!

- holds on until you let go (double aww)

masterlist <3

#jjba #hol horse #hol horse x reader #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jjba x reader #jjba headcanons #stardust crusaders

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junosartsthetic · 2 years

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Baby, I’m Jealous

Headcanons for when a collection of my favorite JJBA characters get jealous (whether they’d like to admit it or not). She/her pronouns used for reader.

Hol Horse

Jealousy?

Please

He’s a love ‘em and leave ‘em type

He doesn’t get jealous

At least, that’s what he tells himself when he sees you with some smooth-talking son-of-a-bitch from across the bar

He grips his drink angrily, chugging it down in one fell swoop

Just because you two weren’t official, more like a friends with benefits situation, doesn’t mean this asshole had any right to speak to you, much less caress your hips like he wanted to get you out of your dress

Besides, he didn’t like this guy

A feeling in his gut told him he was gonna break your heart

Not on his watch

You didn’t have time to think before Hol was wrapping his arm around your waist from behind, pulling you against his seething chest

“I don’t know what the hell you think yer doin’ with my girl, but if you don’t get outta my sight by the count of three—”

He summons his stand

“I’m gonna pump ya full of lead”

The bastard is gone before you could process what happened

“Was he botherin’ ya, sweetheart?” he breathes against your ear

“Was he bothering you?” you replied, turning to smirk at him

“I didn’t know you could get so jealous, cowboy”

“Just wanna make sure my cowgirl is okay”

You roll your eyes

“Whatever you say. Just next time, wait until I score a free drink before scaring off the asshole, okay?”

Jonathan Joestar

He’s a proper gentleman (trademark)

But deep down

There’s definitely a part of him that comes out when he sees someone particularly close to you

He convinces himself its to keep you safe and sound

But he knows you’re fine

He just wants you in his arms instead of across the ballroom chatting with another man

Quickly, the man backs off, leaving you alone

It doesn’t take you long to figure out what scared him off

You turn around to see your Jonathan with a deadly stare

He immediately smiles once he has your attention

You walk over, shooting him a look

“JoJo, sweetheart. You didn’t scare off that man, did you? The one I was talking to?”

He places his hands in yours, pulling you close as he presses a kiss to your forehead

“What are you talking about, love?”

“Jonathan.”

“I thought he might be making you uncomfortable.”

“Jonathan Joestar. Be honest with me.”

“I didn’t like how close he was to you. . .”

He pulls away to give you his usual puppy dog eyes

For such a giant, looming hunk of a man, he made you melt into a puddle with his cuteness

“I apologize for my actions. I don’t know what came over me”

You press a long kiss to his lips

“Just save that energy for our wedding night, alright, JoJo?”

His face erupts in red

“Aren’t you bold tonight, my love?”

You shoot him a wink

“I liked the fire in your eyes, what can I say?”

Jean Pierre Polnareff

For such a bold and flirty individual, he sure is a hypocrite

Of course, he’s now only flirty with you, his one and only

But still

When he spots a barista write his number on your coffee cup, he can’t help himself

Like the dramatic knight in shining armor he is

He stands from the table, swooping over to where you stand at the pick-up counter. You blink in surprise

“I said I could grab the coffee—”

He cuts you off with a hand on your back, the other sliding to grip your thighs. In the blink of an eye, he’s got you dipped back in the middle of a Starbucks

He never ceases to surprise you

Of course, you both lean in for a kiss

You have a feeling you know what this sudden romantic action is about

You pull away before he can deepen the kiss

“Jean, we are in public, you dork. What was that all about?”

“I just wanted to show my love, cherie,” he says

“Right,” you reply, steadying yourself upright before grabbing your coffee. You point to the number

“It had nothing to do with this?”

He feigns a gasp

You roll your eyes

“You’re a terrible faker, you dumbass.”

You plant a kiss on his lips

“But still. You’re cute when you get jealous.”

“That wasn’t jealousy!”

“Whatever you say.”

“I swear it wasn’t—hey! Don’t walk away from me! Come back!”

Joseph Joestar (p 3 version of course)

He likes to say he’s too old for childish shit like jealousy

But there’s still occasions where it gets to him

Especially when you look so nice in your work attire

A simple pencil skirt and white blouse drives him crazy

You only get one step out the door before lilac vines ensnare your waist, pulling you back inside and against a familiar broad chest

“What do you think you’re doing, mister?” you ask, eyes still focused on the still open door

“Who are you trying to impress dressed like that, sweetheart?”

“These are my usual work clothes, Joseph.”

“And still, you drive me crazy wearing them.”

You roll your eyes, turning to flick his forehead

“Can I go do my job now?”

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a kiss

You have to stop his hands from exploring down your lower back

You pull away

“Are you seriously getting jealous of nobody right now?”

“Nobody? I’m jealous of every lucky bastard you walk past today. It’s not fair”

“I can’t just wear a robe to work. Besides, you’re the only one who gets to see me with these clothes off”

You pat his cheek, stepping out of his grasp

“I’ll see you when I get home, okay? I’ll bring dessert”

He stares as you saunter out the door, giving him a wink that makes him swoon

“You’re such a tease, (Y/N)!”

Guido Mista

He tries to control himself as much as possible

His rambunctious stand, however?

You can’t go out wearing anything remotely revealing without them fussing over you and everyone else

“Mista!!!!! Do you see what she’s wearing? What if she finds someone else looking like that and falls in love with them instead?”

“Yeah! What if someone tries to hit on her? Can we shoot them? Is that okay? Mista!”

You hear their whines as you finish applying your lipstick

“Hey,” you speak up, “I’m happily dating Guido Mista, my lovely boyfriend. I’m not going anywhere, guys. Promise.”

“Mista!! How’d you get so lucky!!!!”

Mista is leaning against the doorway, staring as you stand from your vanity

You give him a twirl in your new dress

“How do I look?”

The pistols have to snap him out of his daze

“Holy shit.”

You laugh, planting a kiss on his cheek, leaving a stain of your lipstick on his sweaty face

He is down bad

He vaguely thinks about begging you to stay home and let him rip that gorgeous outfit off of you

But he knows how much you’re looking forward to girl’s night

“I’m leaving with the girls. I’ll be back by midnight, okay? Keep the bed warm and I might just meet you in it.”

He nods eagerly

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soupbabe · 2 years

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hello! may i request polnareff, caesar, mista, hol horse and gyro with a s/o / crush that stims clapping their hands excitedly, jumps up and down and giggles whenever they (the boys) flirt with them, please ? thank you so much in advance !! <3

Caesar, Polnareff, Mista, and Hol Horse with a Reader Who Stims when Flirted With

Sadly I haven't started part 7 yet so I can't write for Gyro </3 but I love that you've gathered all the main manwhores into one post !!

Caesar Zeppeli

- You're just adorable

- Literally makes him fall harder for you

- He's pretty touchy too, so he loves hearing you laugh whenever he wraps an arm around you

- It eggs him on, let him sneak in a couple of one liners !!

- "If you're this excited by my words alone, makes me wonder what reaction a kiss would bring~"

Hol Horse

- It's going straight to his ego tbh

- This man prides himself on how suave he is with folks and you enjoying his time just as much as he is?

- What's your ring size 👀 what stone do you want 👀

- Just like many others on this list, expect him to be an absolute menace and tease you about it

- Though it's not like Caesar, he sometimes likes to be an ass just to be an ass

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

- Seeing you so happy and flustered that you're smiling and waving your hands around makes him want to be with you even more

- He'll try his best to carry on, puff out his chest and act like your enthusiasm doesn't affect him

- But it's impossible to hide the tiniest hint of blush on this pale man

- The roles are now reversed ! Imagine how happy it makes him whenever you flirt back

- Now you're the ultra cocky one, but I think you'd still be stimming in excitement

Guido Mista

- Oh he joins you

- I headcanon Mista to have a touch of the 'tism so seeing such a display from you is so reassuring

- He's always a bit nervous about going too far, but he likes to see that he's hit the right spot

- You both bounce off each other so well that Mista forgets about any raunchy and catcall-esque flirts he had in store for you

- What can I say? He's a true romantic at heart and he'll throw out his gangster persona if it means he can jump around with you

#jjba x reader #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure stardust crusaders #jojo's bizarre adventure battle tendency #caesar zeppeli x reader #caesar zeppeli #hol horse #hol horse x reader #jean pierre polnareff x reader #jean pierre polnareff #guido mista #guido mista x reader

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newberinnings · 1 year

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so hungry for him that i made this…… enjoy

#hol horse #sdc #jjba #stardust crusaders #hol horse thirst #i have nonshame #hol horse x reader #hol horse smut #jojos bizarre adventure

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drsugarsweet · 2 months

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Better Watch Your Back

Dullahan!Hol Horse x reader

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Synopsis: The wilds are a familiar place to a hunter such as yourself. Where there's bounty, there's also danger, but you never knew just how close you would come to that danger until one fateful night. The horseman is at your heels.

TW: Attempted murder, mild gore, decapitation mention

Note: reader is GN, no pronouns aside from 'you' are used.

Masterlist ☆。*。☆。

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AN: I've seen Hol as a centaur before, which is fun but like... the headless horseman is SO underrated

The hunting grounds of the moors are a vast, bountiful place for those who know them. Those who hunt the wildlands also know how perilous they can be after dark.

You’re intimately aware of the risks of the terrain. You’ve hunted for yourself for years after all. The snakes and biting insects keep you on your toes, as do the other hunters if you’re so unlucky as to encounter one. You know better than to underestimate the horns of the beasts you hunt and you aren’t the type to poke sticks into animal dens unwarranted. It’s easier to predict the weather now that you’ve lived nearby for a while and you’re confident that, for all of its dangers, the wild has nothing to surprise you.

That is, until night falls.

Call it superstition, but there are too many things out there for you to explain away with animal behaviors or the hallucinations of a lonely huntsman. The grasslands come alive with energy even as the moon greets the nocturnal beasts, you included; the energy isn’t always in your favor. Distant howls from creatures you’ve never seen and odd lights are all that you’ll experience if you’re lucky. A not-deer crossed paths with you once and you pointedly avoid hunting there anymore - as do most creatures when you avoid looking in a strangely barren clearing further northward. You follow all the rules and for many months, you’ve mostly been able to stay on neutral terms with the things you’re certain stalk the moors with you.

One fateful night, you meet something that isn’t quite so neutral. As the hazy oranges and blood reds of the sunset crest the horizon and you stroll along your usual hunting trail towards the nearby town, a sound you aren’t familiar with grazes your hearing.

At first you’re certain thunder is striking on the horizon. It’s a constant, deep rumbling that only grows louder and louder by the second. Surely it isn’t a carriage? The main road to the town is far away from your trail and you know that no one is stupid enough to travel this late unless they know the woods well. The more you listen, the more you hear the consistent drumming of hoofbeats. Now you know something is wrong.

You aren’t sure who would be out this late but you don’t want to be in their path. As you duck into the underbrush of the side of the trail and begin climbing up a nearby tree, your bow and quiver slung across your shoulders, you tear your eyes from the path long enough to reach a sturdy branch. The hoofbeats grow closer, and closer, and closer -

And as you settle as well as you can in the leaves, you peer into the horizon and your breath is stolen from your lips.

A figure thunders over the crimson trail.

You can’t initially make out what you’re seeing in the backdrop of the red-hot sun. The black silhouette is large and imposing, the four hooves of what must be a horse kicking up clouds of dust on the dry trailbed. Something is hunched over atop of it. The forest is beginning to grow dark and while your eyes adjust, you notice more oddities by the second that have your gut twisting in anxiousness. A tattered cloak flutters from the side of the figure and you can barely make out the rim of a stetson outlined by the remnants of sunset. You’d almost laugh at the odds of a cowboy by the looks of it if you weren’t frozen in place through some unnatural means.

The horse’s mighty hoofbeats start to slow down as you realize the two beings are growing closer and closer to you . Had they heard you? Why can’t you move ? The beast is huffing and snorting and the figure hasn’t moved, but somehow you know they’re looking at you. How, you don’t know - their hat is tilted in such a way that you can’t see a single glimpse of a face, or even their neck. Despite that, it feels as though your very body is pinned under a glare. You glare back and yet your veins remain ice through means you can’t explain.

It feels as though an eternity has passed by the time the stranger is close to your tree. The sun is merely a sliver in the sky, and as the night envelops the forest, the stranger becomes even more frightening. At first you thought the soft glow coming from them had to be a lantern or a cigar. There is a cloud of smoke hovering around them, but that isn’t the source. You can’t explain it but the stranger is the one glowing . A soft, eerie luminescence coats the back of the horse, the ragged shawl and the gloved hands of the stranger in a dull yellow glow. It’s as though their face is a lantern in itself. Every hair on your body stands on end as your gaze trails down, down along the chest of the stranger, ending on their lap…

From the unruly black fur of the horse’s mane, a human face stares back at you.

Your eyes meet the sunken sockets of a man’s decapitated head. You aren’t sure what makes your mind sputter to a halt first; is it the shredded flesh and barely bloodied stump of what was once a neck? Does the man’s tan skin, pulled tight and corpselike to what may have been a handsome face, remind you of the buried too much? The cherry red of a cigar burning away at the corner of the spectre's lips blends into the golden glow emitting from under the hat but that isn’t what truly causes you to rear back and nearly lose your grip on the tree branch. The long, golden hair gripped tightly in the gloved hand gives you a perfectly clear view of the being.

What wakes you from your trance is the wispy glow of steel blue eyes piercing your very soul.

The sudden surge of adrenaline that floods your body feels like fire and ice and fear . You taste metal on the back of your tongue and the spectre notices the way you scramble to reach your bow. Not once do your eyes leave the creature. Not once does its gaze leave you. Just as quickly as you can notch your bow with shaking hands, you watch with rapt terror as the being reaches slowly, intently to its side. You don’t know how it can move, how it can think in the state that it’s in, but you’ve learned not to question the things in the forest. This one is new though and it’s all you can do to realize that it has a gun holstered to its hip.

You do your best to aim the bow with fingers that feel numb and shaky. The gun has come from its holster now and just when you thought it couldn’t startle you any more, the thing’s body somehow looks up too. The stetson tilts back to reveal a ball of fire and light dancing in the place of a skull, illuminating the gory mess of its neck nestled in the shawl’s collar. Despite the sting of the being’s soul on the back of your eyelids, those eyes burn into you even brighter. The faded silver of the gun reflects and distorts the light and you’re certain that you’re looking at death in its truest form. The man’s ghastly face is grinning at you and for a brief moment, you feel the calm of a person accepting their fate.

You refuse to die so easily.

In the moment of clarity that comes before a kill, you release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding in and do the only thing you can think of. As the rush of adrenaline coalesces into one last, desperate flash of stillness, you launch an arrow at the specter and narrowly miss its shoulder. It snags a piece of the thin shawl on its path before the arrow pierces the dusty trail with an echoing thud.

You didn’t know what to expect when you were staring down the barrel of the gun. You were certain you would die, your last shot in vain. What you didn’t expect was the expression of fear that crossed the spectre’s face, its gun lowering in one fell swoop as its ghastly steed reared back from the arrow. The being made no noise as it clung to the back of the horse but you could see the way it hurriedly slipped the gun into its holster, its hand clinging to the horse’s mane in an attempt to stay on. Whatever hold of fear was on you is broken as dust is kicked up around obsidian hooves.

You pray to any deity you can think of as you scramble to jump off of the branch and climb to the forest floor below. Every second that passes is a second that you fear you’ll feel a bullet in your spine, but that moment never happens. The dirt beneath your shoes has never felt better but you aren’t free yet. There is no yelling for you to stop, no ringing of gunshots or demonic howling into the wind. All you hear is the thumping of hooves on earth. You could almost swear that… Wait, surely not?

Despite your better judgment, you have to be sure. You have to know that you heard the hoofsteps growing fainter.

Sure enough, the darkness now blanketing the trail is broken only by the steadily retreating glow of the figure and its steed. Dust shrouds the flickering golds of its form and with it, the being soon disappears into the dark of the forest you were leaving just minutes earlier.

What is there to do now? Your legs feel boneless and it’s all you can do not to crumple to the ground. The many questions that will surely flood your mind later are absent beneath the sheer weight of the relief and confusion that you feel now. You’re alive. You aren’t sure how, but you survived. The sounds of the wild are slowly returning and you realize that you missed just how silent it was moments before. It’s a welcome return, but you don’t want to risk that thing coming back to ruin the peace. You need to leave and never again touch this trail.

In spite of the encounter, you take the chance to cross the trail to retrieve your arrow. You know no one will believe you if you tell them of the ghastly headless rider. Hell, you wouldn’t believe yourself. Despite that, you need to know that it was real. You need to know just how close you came to death’s embrace.

The arrow is easy to tear free from the dirt. You’re ready to shove it into the quiver for later inspection when something on the arrowhead catches your eye. In the dark of the night, you reach to the end of the arrow and your hand touches not smooth metal, but cloth. The rough cloth of a shawl irritates your scratched hands. This belonged to it.

Your breath feels cold leaving your lungs despite the balmy night air. Surely you shouldn’t, but you tuck the scrap of cloth into the pocket of your hunting shirt anyways. If no one believes you, you at least need to remember it for yourself. The arrow is tucked away, your ears straining a minute longer for distant hoofbeats, and then you bolt down the trail towards the lights of the town on the horizon. The ghost and its horse are long gone, and yet you feel that cold glare of icy blue on your back. Not even the brambles and thorns of the underbrush can stop your mad dash to safety.

You walk into town that night as a changed person. Never again will you travel the woods after dark, the cloth tucked into your pocket proof should you ever forget.

#hol horse #stardust crusaders #jjba x reader #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #hol horse x reader #doc's fics #monster au #sfw #tw mild gore #tw attempted murder #gender neutral reader #teratophillia

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iron-touch · 3 months

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How it feels posting in the Hol Horse character tag on AO3 in 2024

#no shade to any of these other fics they’re just obviously very different than what I’m doing lol #jojo fanfic #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #hol horse #ao3 #hol horse x reader #stardust crusaders

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joujouyn · 1 year

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VARIOUS JOUJOUS x Fem!READER (part 2)

POV: you tell your boyfriend your pregnant🥹🥹🥹✨✨✨👼🏻 (as a funny joke😂😂🤡😜😜)

Just a part 2 to my last post, hope you enjoy😘😘

Tw: SUGGESTIVE in Jolyne’s part😝

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Jolyne💚👮🏻

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Hol Horse🐴🔫

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the-illiterate-pirate · 2 years

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Hol Horse, Restraints. I wanna tie him up? Yee-haw!

Crawls out of Wattpad drafts covered in blood and sweat. Hey. Long time no see. Hope you enjoy.

Day Thirteen: Restraints

"You think you can take me, cowboy?"

You teased Hol, straddling his meaty hips with his signature hat resting on your brow. Your hips were lightly grinding on his, getting off on the bulge in his jeans pressing into your hot core. The blond underneath you audibly gulped, sweat running down his jaw, enjoying the slight rock of your body but unable to do anything to settle the growing need in his gut. Bruises were wrapping around his wrists, deepening in color with every jolt of his body and every fight against his restraints. But Hol knew he was stuck there for the long haul. It was exciting, and terrifying, mixing up into a nauseous ball forming in his stomach.

Upset with his silence, you playful flicked his nose with your finger, quickly getting his attention yet again. "You'd best answer me if you even think that I'm gonna get you off."

Another loud gulp. Hol Horse thought about the best answer before replying. "I can certainly try, Ms."

You giggle mischievously, trailing a finger down his chest. "I guess I'll allow it." That finger followed down to his soft belly, playing around with the sensitive skin just over his jeans, then finally unbuckling his belt and the jeans button you found, freeing his stiff length from his pants and his boxers.

"Make sure those ropes ain't goin' soft now, I don't need my stallion getting set free while I take him for a test drive." You teased him farther. Your dominate hand began to pump his cock until he was ready to be sat on while your magical ropes tightened around his wrists, earning you a quiet whine from your toy. Hol Horse bit his lip, watching you indulge yourself in leaning down to get a taste of the precum he was leaking. You moaned at his taste, cleaning him up more with your hands to lick up the delectable taste from your fingers.

"You're so messy... Practically dying to get a taste of me, are you?"

"Yes, ma'am..." He perked up once you pulled his pants down farther below his knees. "I hope you're ready cowboy, I'm gonna ride you for all your worth." You still had him wrapped around your finger, and your hand wrapped around his thick dick, admiring his size before moving to sit down on it. His size deliciously stretched your walls to there limit, you softly sighed once your thighs connected with his and you gave yourself a moment to get use to his cock. It was getting clearer how work has seriously messed with your sex life. You used to be able to take all of Hol without a problem. You've missed the feeling of him inside you, how good he made you feel with just a roll of your hips.

Your hands played with his lovely body as you used him, playing with his pudgy belly and pinching his nipples between your fingers. It all brought out a symphony of noise out of him, making you feel even wetter with just the sound of his voice.

"Shit. Darlin', just let me feel ya already." He moaned again feeling your walls compress around his aching length.

"Hol, baby, y'know I can't do that. If I let you free and you'd probably blow your load before I can have my fun with you~." His restraints tightened just as you slammed your hips down on him again, getting some noise louder than before.

"Baby, we both know the only reason you have me tied up is so you don't unravel on top of me."

Your hips stuttered to a stop, heat coming to life in your cheeks. Hol Horse gave you a cheeky grin, because he knew he was right. "S-Shut up!" You hissed, trying your best to hide underneath the wide brim of his hat. Your boy leaned up as much as he could to look you in the eye. "C'mon doll. I know yer just shaking for my touch, you want me to feel you up, make you feel good, kiss you..."

"Maybe..." You hummed, eyes looking away while you pouted your lips. "You'll have your turn on top after I'm done with you."

He sighed, defeated but willing to sit back and let you have your fun. "I tried. Now, get on with it! My lips are burning to get a taste of you."

#i might've made Reader American whoops #kinktober #steamy writing #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #hol horse #hol horse x reader #stardust crusaders

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despicablebisexual · 12 days

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Depravity (18+)

Hol Horse x f!reader, modern! AU, detective noir, no stands

A new murder investigation lands in Hol Horse's lap and brings him back to the very city he ran from two years ago after he failed the one promise he made you. As he attempts to lay ghosts to rest and fix his mistakes by catching the unknown serial killer, he realizes how utterly in love with you he still is.

series content warnings: angst and tragedy, alcohol consumption, tobacco usage, graphic depictions of violence, murder mystery (honestly its not the main focus of the story), toxic relationship, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal sex, rough sex, makeup sex, pet names (darling, sweetheart, beautiful), unsafe sex, spanking, praise, teasing

Part I

Hol Horse is drawn back to a city he tried so hard to let go of.

Part II

coming soon...

Part III

#hol horse #hol horse x reader #hol horse smut #jojos bizarre adventure #depravity series

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drearycowboy · 2 years

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He Stopped Loving them Today (Hol horse one-shot)

Word count: 2,506

Hol horse was the type of man that your father would swear up and down he would kill. The type of man that your mother would fall onto her knees and weep about whenever she would meet him for the first time. The type of man you would hear whispered warnings about. Despite these things, it did not matter. Hol Horse was the man who would come in and out of your life periodically. You’d hear about the different women (sometimes men) he would be with. Those relationships never lasted long. He would be with them a few weeks, stay with them long enough to gain security and safety. Then soon after he had got what he needed, he would run. Some would even describe what he is doing as cowardly. Even so, that’s all he really was, a cowardly cowboy who would run away from any sort of real commitment. This pattern would remain until he would come back to you.

Occasionally he would call you on some shitty pay phone from somewhere you couldn’t even imagine. The kind of pay phone where the call would cut in and out, sometimes interrupted by an automated voice telling Hol horse to insert another coin into the slot. This call would last a little bit, but never too long. It would consist of nonstop empty promises of extravagant riches, genuine care, and longing to be beside you. Although, whether the genuineness of the last two sentiments were real was hard to tell when you had not seen him in months because of the work he had done. Even though this call was something that would happen occasionally, it was something you had looked forward to since the last call had ended. The sound of his rough southern voice, the difference in voice when he would start smoking a cigar mid call, even his breathing. All of those things you would look forward to experiencing as if it were the first time again.

The ache that would remain in your heart after Hol horse would disappear for who knows how long would be comparable to a rusty nail stuck inside of you and never to be gotten out. This country bumpkin was someone you knew was trouble, someone you knew would leave, but you longed to hear from him again. A simple letter, or a short phone call would soothe that ache; but it would never get rid of it. It would come back in the same way that an addict would need another cigarette. You would always want more afterwards, but you knew you couldn’t be getting anything for a while. Every time you think you were able to tame the untamable you were soon proven wrong by Hol horse going and leaving to do whatever he does. During the periods of his disappearance you would think about him. How his charismatic personality would shine brightly whenever he opened his mouth. His stupid smart aleck mouth and the way he would be able to charm even the most stubborn person into cracking a small smile(even when they tried their hardest not to). His yellowy blonde hair that fell right above his shoulders. His gorgeous sun kissed tanned skin and his rough calloused hands. His big dumb cowboy hat that he swore made him look cooler. His goofy grin that would crinkle his nose when he smiled. Everything about this man just made you want to be around him more, but he wouldn’t allow it. He would always run before getting too close.

The reason behind his constant vanishing and reappearing act was his supposed “work” that he had to do. With the way he talked it about it you would think he’d be working for the president. Hol horse would describe these jobs as being too dangerous to talk about. How he was on the run daily, and how he didn’t want to get you involved in his personal struggles of the job. But, from your knowledge, he was just a simple cowboy who did jobs from people who offered. A simple cowpoke who did things for cash. These were the jobs that he made money from that he’d promise he would have enough money to buy you anything in the world. The promises would profusely make would be for the most expensive and luxurious jewelry, visiting the different places of the world with him at your side, the most leisurely vacations. The talk was quite high for someone who’s paycheck was very low. Considering if he even got the paycheck from the job. Sometimes the bosses behind the small jobs wouldn’t pay up what was owed, or sometimes it was a lot less than what he was made to believe. Even when Hol Horse had scored a high paying job it all depended on if he could actually do it. As mentioned before, Hol horse was the most cowardly cowboy there ever was. The kind that was all talk. He was real good at talking high and mighty. His words full of confidence and spirit, but his actions were full of laziness and fear. Because of this, these high paying jobs were often unfinished, therefore leaving him with no pay and a very angry boss. An angry boss that Hol horse also ran away from.

Despite all of this, the love you had for him was true. And true it was. You would stay waiting for him. Not clinging to the nearest phone, or sitting at your door waiting on his arrival. Rather, an apprehensive feeling that would sometimes creep up when you would start thinking about your phone, or whether or not you had recently checked your mail. This feeling wouldn’t stop you from seeing other people. Absolutely not. In fact, your dating life was flourishing, but none of them seemed to live up to that cowardly cowboy who had stolen your heart and refused to give it back. Often times you would find someone safe. Someone who was reliable, worked a regular 9 to 5 that paid well, and someone who had went to college. All of these things were great to find in a person, some may say you were pretty lucky or that you had struck gold. The amount of money, stability of their job, or schooling couldn’t live up to the life style that Hol horse had led. The thrill, the excitement, everything that you had only heard about from

Hol Horse himself in his letters, visits, or calls. There was something about it that you craved to be apart of with him. You wanted to experience the rough and tough world that he has to navigate through on a day to day basis. You wanted to be by his side and help him guide his way through. Alas this was something you would never get to be experience due to the constant running and frequent reminders of how dangerous it was.

The moments when the two of you were together were extremely special. These were the moments where your constant worries about him not returning the same feelings would melt away. When he would visit it would usually be without notice. He would show up at your door and you would invite him in without a second thought. Hol horse would meet you with a warm embrace. The two of you standing at the door hugging for a few minutes longer than you should be. Holding you so very close to him that you could feel the warmth of his body, the rise and fall of his chest, and the rhythmic sound of his heart beat. This visit would soothe the heartache you felt when he was gone. It would fill the gaping hole that he would leave behind. A hole that he would soon rip back open when he would leave again, but all of that didn’t matter because he was here now. He was here, in person, where you could feel him with you.

“It’s been a while, darlin’, I’m sorry to leave y’alone fer so long. All’at matters is that I’m here now,” he would say with a tone of what you recognize as genuine delight and meaning. His face was soft when he would look at you, with his arms still around you. The two of you just slightly apart so he could gaze into your eyes when he talked. Once the two of you were properly greeted, he’d stay for a little while. Maybe a few weeks. This all depended on any job opportunities he had. During the few weeks he was there it was probably the happiest you had been in awhile. There was a moment during the weeks that he had been there that really stuck with you through all this time.

The two of you were sitting on the front porch listening to the outdoor choir of organisms fill the silence. The fireflies danced around in the air, and lit up the night just enough. Hol horse sat directly behind you with his long legs on either side of you, where you sat in the middle with his arms around you. His head rested gently on top of your head.

The night was particularly warm, sort of humid.

“D’you never feel like yer way over yer head?” Hol horse asked in a quiet murmur. He never really talked about himself like this often, so this was a real surprise.

“I accepted a job from someone, but I don’t think I can do this job,” he continued on.

This was typical of Hol Horse. Admitting that he was in way over his head when he had accepted the job and now he wants out. You weren’t too surprised. Now you expected him to start apologizing for not having the financial means of the endless riches he had relentlessly promised for.

“I know what yer thinking. This job ain’t a normal job. It was so stupid of me to accept it in the first place,” there was a shift in the tone in his voice. His voice wavered and cracked slightly. His usually cool guy exterior was cracking slightly.

“Well, what kind of job is it?” You curiously chimed in. Hoping to get some peak into this man that you’ve stuck with for so long. Maybe you would finally get a glance inside of his thrilling life that you have only heard about from him.

There was a slight hesitation before he started to speak again, “I can’t tell you a whole lot ‘bout it, but I’ll try to fill ya in as much as I can.” He let out a small sigh, feeling him breathe.

“Why can’t you tell me it all?” You asked, hoping he would cave in and fill you in on all of the frivolous details of the job he took up.

“‘Cause it’ll get us both killed,” this time his voice had more flare to it, more of a serious manner of speaking.

Of course it would get us killed. That’s what he had always said. He had always said that the jobs we would do were to dangerous to talk about. Now you wonder if this was his way of just changing the topic.

“Why do you do that?” You asked, frustrated.

“Do what?” He asked. You could feel his head lift up from the top of yours.

“When I think I’m gonna learn even just a tiny little piece of information about what you do and who you really are you just worm your way out. Every damn time.” You spoke clearly, hellbent on getting a response from the man behind you. You needed this clarification. You needed to know why he was gone for so long. The real reason.

You could feel him staring at you from behind like a gun pointed at your head. He sat quiet for a little bit.

“I am tellin’ you the truth y’know. The jobs I do ARE dangerous,” he began, “I’ll tell ya the job I’m apart of right now, but from now on you keep out, y’hear?” He asked and you nodded your head in agreement.

“Alright then. The man who called me is someone who I don’t even think you’d believe me even if I tried. He’s quite a character. Pure evil is what he is,” Hol Horse’s voice was stone cold. His body was tense.

“He wants me to kill a few people who’s causin’ him trouble.” He said quickly. Both of you sat silent for a few minutes. Holy shit. You knew it was dangerous, but you never knew it would involve murder. This was a lot deeper than you thought it would lead. The things that you had previously known about him started to unravel.

“So, are you going to do it?” You asked, concern dripping with every word.

“Don’t want to, but I’ve already accepted the job. I’m afraid if I don’t do the job then he’ll kill me instead. Which, he will.” Hol horse replied rather sadly. A shiver went down your spine and you felt Hol Horse pull you closer to him. His chin rested back down on the top of your head.

“Well, whatever you do you can always come back here.” You encouraged. He let out a small humph of acknowledgment.

“Thanks,” was all he said in reply before leaning down and softly planting a kiss on your neck. His face lingered on your shoulder a little longer. You could feel a smile crinkle on his face followed by small laughs.

“I don’t know why you put up with me the way you do,” he laughed. Which in turn made you smile a bit.

“Yeah, well, I probably shouldn’t, but I do it anyways.” You say in return. He hummed a little bit, the night slowly getting cooler. The stars becoming brighter with the darkening sky.

“I love you, darlin’, so, so much.” He exclaimed, holding you gently. You could feel small tears forming in your eyes, but you would never let them fall.

“I love you too, so, so much.” You returned the message.

That was the moment that you would never forget. Because after that visit, you never heard from him again. The day he left from your home, he kissed you goodbye. The home that the two of you shared for a few weeks was again empty for you to wait on him some more. The kiss was bittersweet. It felt like it was full of sadness and a sense of wanting more.

Once he had made his way out of your home and out into the world you stood there for a few minutes. Reeling back on what happened, soaking in every last bit of that wanting that would never again be satisfied.

The hole that had originally been filled with his presence was now empty and wounded once more. He would never leave your thoughts though, he would always keep you wondering what had happened to that cowardly cowboy that ran from everything.

Authors note: this is a silly thing I wrote when I was feeling really depressed, don’t take it too seriously. Also none of this is proof read, so sorry for the mistakes lol

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𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝟐 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

« Devotional 1 [ PAIRING ] DIO x f!reader x Hol Horse [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Dio using his fangs to pull corks out of wine bottles comes from this. Also I kinda amped up the silliness which I apologize for. I couldn't help it. Drunk!DIO is just too much fun to indulge in. [ SYNOPSIS ] The return of Hol Horse. [ WORD COUNT ] 4.3k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, POV switching, alcohol, dubcon (power imbalance, everyone's drunk), threesome (mmf), nipple play, oral sex (m + f receiving), anal sex (m receiving), voyeurism, sadomasochism, handjob, gun play, objectification, degradation (Dio gets degraded), some D/s elements, biting, marking, pet names (pet, darlin', sweetheart), orgasm control, impact play, not beta read.

You hadn’t thought much about Hol Horse since your previous tryst. While it was exciting and memorable, you occupied yourself with other things. You didn’t want to get attached to the hitman. Loving Dio was bad enough. Why let another reprehensible man into your life? You didn’t need to shoulder that weight.

You found that tending to the mansion’s lush gardens was a worthy task, one that filled you with pride. Your favorite time to garden was in the evening, when the sun wasn’t as cruel. You enjoyed the pinkish-orange hue that overtook the sky as the gloaming inched closer. Everything looked that much more beautiful when bathed in a blushing glow. You felt safe, at ease, like nothing could go wrong if your hands were plunged in rich, fertile soil.

That’s why it was such a shock to hear Pet Shop’s foreboding shriek as you deadheaded some carmine-colored poppies. You dropped your shears and looked around, seeing no one.

“Call off that damn bird!” You heard a familiar voice yell.

You finally spotted the panicked hawk, swooping around menacingly. You hoped he had refrained from bombarding Hol Horse with icicles.

“The fuck is he doing here?” You asked.

You stumbled to your feet and tried to make yourself visible, attempting to wave Pet Shop down like he was a vicious airplane.

“It’s fine!” You shouted, suddenly feeling foolish. “Can he even understand me?” You wondered out loud. “I mean, he seems pretty smart…”

You shook your head and decided not to think too hard about it. The sudden absence of Pet Shop’s shrill cries of alarm was enough to quell your nerves.

“One second,” you said as you struggled to open the gate, a task you had never attempted yourself.

“Take your time, darlin’.”

After about a minute of struggling you finally managed to get the gate open.

“Sorry,” you panted, wiping the sweat from your brow. “Usually someone else does that.”

“There’s no need to apologize,” Hol Horse said kindly.

His gaze was full of dreamy longing. You wondered if he looked at his numerous girlfriends this way.

“So… Can I… help you? Do you need something?”

He adjusted his hat and shook the starry-eyed look off his face.

“Lord Dio asked me to come. He said it’s important.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Important?”

You knew Hol Horse wasn’t here on “business” so to speak. Whether he knew that or not was another thing, but you were quick to catch onto Dio’s will. The vampire tried to be as opaque as possible with his true desires, only revealing information when he felt it was beneficial. But the more time you spent around him, the easier he was to read.

“His words, not mine.”

“Alright,” you sighed. “I’m sure he’s lurking around somewhere.”

You led Hol Horse into the mansion and set out to find Dio. You vaguely recalled him mentioning that he’d be in his study if you needed him. Most of the search was spent in silence, excluding your annoyed sighs when you’d fail to find your lover. There was no hint of him in the study and no one else in the mansion seemed to have kept tabs on him.

“This happens,” you muttered, wandering through the art gallery. “I’m sorry this has become such an ordeal.”

“It’s no trouble at all. To be honest I’d be perfectly happy if we never find him.”

You turned around and looked at Hol Horse with disgust.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I—C’mon, sweetheart, you think I wanna be here?” He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one. “I’m pretty sure I won’t be leaving this place alive.”

“Don’t be fucking dramatic.”

You strode into the chapel and scanned the room, seeing nothing.

“I’m not being dramatic. You gotta know what he’s capable of.”

“I know,” you moaned. “I’m aware and I don’t care.”

Hol Horse was aghast. “Well I do! My head’s on the chopping block, not yours.” He took a hit off his cigarette and flicked the ash to the floor.

“He’s not going to kill you for fuck’s sake. I’m pretty sure he wants you to top him.”

“What the hell does that mean? Top him? He wan—” Hol Horse paused, seemingly realizing what you meant. “Oh, you’re kiddin’ me.”

You walked by the lectern and noticed an empty bottle of wine leaning against the foot of it. Dio must have been in here at some point.

“That can’t be it.”

You ignored the hitman’s panicked realization, instead focusing on the faint groaning and labored breathing emanating from the altar. You spotted another bottle of wine, this one half-full.

“I’d rather have him kill me, if that’s the case.”

“I think I heard something.”

You crept closer to the altar, looking around the large, ornate table it sat on. You glanced underneath and saw nothing but darkness.

“Never mind,” you sighed, walking away. “He might be—WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You stared down and saw a pale hand wrapped around your ankle, cold fingers digging into your flesh. Instinctively you stomped on it. Hol Horse ran to your side, drawing Emperor and aiming at the hand now feebly clutching your leg. You heard what you could only describe as a pathetic hiss.

“Dio?”

“How could you do this to me? After I, Dio, have done so much for you.”

“Are you crying?” You asked, squatting down to get a better look at the tragic heap at your feet.

“No!” He barked.

Hol Horse withdrew his stand and took a few steps back. He took a final drag off his cigarette and let the butt fall to the floor. He crushed the smoldering cherry with his heel.

“Did I hurt you?” You cooed, rubbing his cold hand.

“Maybe.”

Dio was a mess. His blonde hair hung in his face, cascading down his shoulders. The whites of his eyes were red rimmed and kohl smudged. All he had on were a pair of chartreuse silk shorts that barely covered his ass and a turquoise knit sock on his left foot for some inexplicable reason.

You stroked his chilled face, trying not to reveal the pity you felt for him.

“I’m sorry.”

He grumbled something indecipherable.

“… Uh. Hol Horse is here.”

Dio’s eyes briefly widened before he recomposed himself. He stood up with no problems. But swayed a little once on his feet, like a skyscraper drifting on a windy day.

“Hol Horse,” he bellowed.

Hol Horse straightened his posture, a minor attempt at looking more robust. “Yes, Lord Dio. You said you needed to see me.”

Dio shifted his gaze to you.

“Did I say that?” The vampire hissed under his breath.

Dio’s eyebrows were furrowed, ripe with frustration. You could have sworn he was pouting, a common occurrence when he’d get drunk alone.

“I asked you a question, pet.”

“I never heard you say that.”

The three of you stood in silence, the only sound emanating from a ticking clock. Hol Horse’s anxiety sucked the air out of the room regardless of his brave facade. Dio held his palm to his forehead. He looked like a postmodern version of a Rodin statue.

“I remember now,” he said quietly. “Hol Horse, I need you—”

“You what?” Hol Horse blurted out.

Dio dropped his hand and glared at the hitman.

“Don’t speak out of turn,” Dio slurred. “I need you to…. Ugh.” The vampire groaned in frustration. “I need you to…”

You rubbed Dio’s back while he tried to find his words.

“Why don’t we have him come back another time?” You said softly.

“Tch. No,” the vampire growled. His gaze darted around the floor, sighing in relief when he saw the half-full bottle of wine. “He came all this way.”

“I’m actually not staying too far from here—”

“Quiet!” Dio snatched the bottle of wine off the floor. “We’re going to make it worth his while.”

“C—could y’all not talk about me like I’m not in the room?” Hol Horse laughed.

“My apologies,” Dio said, eyeing the label of the wine bottle. “You should stay though. Have some wine.” He handed the bottle to the hitman. “It’s a dry port, imported from Póvoa de Varzim.”

Hol Horse held the bottle like it was a grenade missing a pin.

“I’m not much of a drinker.”

Dio clenched his fists like an immature child not getting his way.

“Did I ask if you were much of a drinker, Hol Horse? Pet,” he said, snapping his fingers at you. “Did I, Dio, say that?”

“Don’t treat me like a dog, you drunk ass.”

“I can’t win with either of you, can I?!” He cried out before snatching the bottle back from Hol Horse.

He used his fang to pull the cork out of the bottle. He yanked it off his tooth and threw it across the room. He took an oblivion seeking gulp. A trickle of the crimson liquid dribbled down from his mouth, collecting near his collarbones.

“Hol Horse!” He announced, wiping his wine-stained lips. “I’m done playing games. Come here closer.”

Hol Horse went to grab the bottle from Dio, but was denied.

“No. Get on your knees and open your mouth.”

Hol Horse frowned, but obeyed. The hitman opened his mouth and looked up at the vampire. Dio gave him a sick smirk before pouring a steady stream of wine into Hol Horse’s mouth. Part of you expected him to choke on it, but he swallowed it like a professional.

“Good boy,” Dio purred, patting Hol Horse on the head. “Hmph. Take your stupid hat off.” The vampire unceremoniously knocked Hol Horse’s cowboy hat off.

“Can we at least drink out of glasses?” You asked.

“Do you think they drank out of glasses during the Bacchanalia?”

“The what?” Hol Horse asked.

He got on Hol Horse’s level so he could stare into the hitman’s eyes.

“The Bacchanalia, Hol Horse! The Roman festival dedicated to Bacchus.”

“I’m not much into history, Lord Dio.”

Dio looked thoroughly distressed. He gazed up at you expectantly.

“You know what I’m talking about, right?”

“Yeah, I know. Lots of hedonism… And other shit.”

Dio got to his feet and grabbed ahold of your shoulders, his face mere inches from yours. You could smell the sweet aroma of port on his breath.

“It wasn’t just hedonism, my pet. You’re selling it short. It was sheer ecstasy. A celebration of the flesh and its wonders.”

You frowned. “Didn’t maenads eat people in a drunken frenzy and uproot trees with their bare hands?”

“Maenads are Greek, you swine. I’m talking about Roman mythology. You’re thinking of bacchae.” Dio groaned. “Euripides did write about them ripping men limb from limb, but I don’t recall them eating anyone. Though that would be very intriguing.”

“Ar—are you going to eat me?” Hol Horse asked.

“Just your ass,” the vampire said matter-of-factly. Suddenly his face lit up. “Wait, yes! I did ask you here.” Dio smirked again, corners of his lips curling up. He stepped towards the hitman, his footsteps nearly silent against the cold, marble floor. “On your feet,” he said softly.

Hol Horse stood up with trepidation. Dio tucked a lock of the hitman’s sandy blonde hair behind his ear.

“I wanted to apologize for how I left things between us last time.”

“Really?”

“No. But I didn’t get to have as much fun with you as I wanted. Isn’t that right, pet?”

You nodded. Dio expressed his disappointment to you a multitude of times. Usually after he fucked you into a coma-like state and felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable around you.

“I—I,” Hol Horse stammered.

Dio wrapped his arms around the hitman and clung to him like a sloth.

“Come on. You can’t deny my charm.”

“He definitely can, Dio. Don’t be weird.”

You stepped closer to the two men. Dio buried his face into Hol Horse’s neck. Hol Horse swallowed hard and reluctantly patted the vampire’s muscled back.

“At least help me finish this bottle of wine. It’d be a shame to waste it.”

“That would be your own fault for throwing the cork across the room,” you snarked.

“I’m five seconds from killing you.”

You sighed. “Is that my cue to leave?”

“No!” Hol Horse blurted out. “I mean, no. You should, uh, stay! Please stay.”

“He’s right. It’s no fun without you,” Dio relented.

You decided to stay, not only for Hol Horse’s best interests but also because you wouldn’t mind fucking around with him again. The three of you moved to Dio’s bedroom and finished off the bottle of port. You were all sprawled out on the vampire’s bed in your underwear, clothes in little piles on the floor. You and Hol Horse were already riddled with bite marks because Dio simply couldn’t keep his hands off the two of you, interrupting conversation by biting your shoulder or your neck. Never hard, just enough to remind you he was there. The poor thing had little interest or ability to maintain a conversation.

“That’s actually pretty admirable of you,” you said, stroking Dio’s head as it rested in your lap. “I feel like most men would take advantage of a woman in that situation.”

“I respect women, that’s why.”

“I respect women too,” Dio murmured.

“You kill 99% of the women that come across you, honey.”

“What about you? You’re alive. And I’ve fucked at least four women without killing them for the record.”

“That’s not impressive, and you know that,” you chastised.

Dio pouted. He knew you were right, but he’d never admit it.

You reached for the bottle resting on the nightstand only to realize it was empty. You frowned, but knew opening another bottle would be asking for trouble. Dio noticed your expression and sat up.

“Should I get another?”

“No,” you said.

“Yes,” Hol Horse answered at the same time.

Dio got up from the bed and skulked around until he found a bottle of vintage merlot amongst his various treasures. He again pulled the cork out of the bottle with his teeth and hurled it across the room. You stifled a laugh. He took a sip from the bottle before handing it off to Hol Horse who mirrored Dio. The hitman held out the bottle to you, but you shook your head.

“You’re no fun,” Dio slurred.

The vampire groaned and draped himself over you. His body was so cold up against yours, but you welcomed it. The port wine left you warm and tingly. Dio nuzzled his head into your neck before pressing his lips to it. He began to suck on it and his teeth lightly grazed the skin. He pinched your nipple between his fingernails and you winced, but welcomed the stinging pain.

“Don’t be a stranger, cowboy.” You cringed internally at your drunken term of endearment. You made a mental note not to say anything else along those lines.

Hol Horse obliged and crawled over to you on his hands and knees. He flicked his tongue against your nipple and sucked on your breast. You placed your hand on the base of his skull and held it close to your chest. He swirled his tongue around your nipple. Dio rubbed your clit through your underwear, an act that made you slightly uneasy because of his pointed, claw-like nails. Your body tensed up with every swipe of his finger.

Dio smiled against your neck. “Nervous?” He asked.

“Maybe. It feels good though,” you replied.

He applied more pressure to your clit and a whine freed itself from the depths of your throat. You twirled a lock of Hol Horse’s hair as he continued to suck on your breast. You thought about pulling on it, but refrained. You wanted to be kinder to the hitman; you felt obligated to spoil him.

You clenched your jaw and felt as if you were ascending, surrounded by blonde angels.

“Could one of you please, uh.” Hol Horse said, his breath hot against your nipple. “Could one of you touch my cock or somethin’?” He sounded almost pained as he asked the question, like he was embarrassed to desire you and Dio’s touch.

You decided to take the lead, gently pushing Dio away from you. Hol Horse got off his hands and rested on his knees. You pulled down his boxers, revealing his semi-hard cock. It was just as big as you remembered it, long and on the thinner side with not a vein in sight. You stroked it, biting down on your bottom lip as you watched the tension melt away from his body.

“Squeeze it tighter,” Dio heckled.

You didn’t bother responding to him, instead directing all your attention on Hol Horse. You cunt throbbed as you gazed at his face as it contorted with pleasure. Dio reached for the bottle of merlot and took a sizable gulp. He came closer to Hol Horse and grabbed the back of his head.

“Tip your head back and prepare to swallow.”

The hitman heeded Dio’s instructions and graciously accepted the wine pouring into his mouth. Dio’s coordination was nothing to write home about; the wine ended up on Hol Horse’s chest and ultimately the vampire’s bedding (something he would deeply regret in the morning).

You rubbed the tip of Hol Horse’s cock, running the pad of your finger along the slit. Droplets of precum seeped out of his cocktip.

Dio took another sip from the bottle of wine and placed it on the floor. He cupped the hitman’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply. Hol Horse looked momentarily surprised before succumbing to Dio’s alluring nature. He bucked his hips against your hands, thrusting his cock deeper into your grasp.

“Aw, do you need to fuck something?” You teased, squeezing the length of it.

He broke the kiss and mumbled a quick, “Yes.”

Dio jumped at the opportunity to bottom for the hitman. It was almost as if he immediately appeared in front of Hol Horse, naked on his hands and knees.

“Did you use your fucking stand?” You asked.

He smiled, and said nothing.

Hol Horse stroked his cock slapped it against Dio’s taint. You took a seat in front of Dio and gaped at the sensuous sight. The hitman rubbed Dio’s sumptuous ass and gave it a hard smack. He teased Dio’s hole with the tip of his cock, slowly pushing it inside.

“Anytime now,” Dio ordered.

Hol Horse furrowed his brow and slammed his cock into Dio’s ass.

“Fuck!”

“Lord Dio, I—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hur—”

Dio groaned. “Shut up. Pet, grab the lube.”

You shook your head at their stupidity and grabbed the lube Dio kept in his nightstand. You handed it to Hol Horse who coated his cock in with the silicon-based lubricant. You sat back and watched as the hitman eased his cock back into Dio.

“Is that better?” Hol Horse asked nervously.

“If you’re going to talk, Hol Horse, at least degrade me. Your pitiful attempts at comforting me are boring.”

Hol Horse breathed in deep and exhaled slowly. You watched eagerly, desperate to know what curses would fall from the hitman’s lips.

“You’re the one that hasn’t shut up once tonight,” Hol Horse growled before shoving Dio’s head into the mattress. “You oughta keep quiet and let me use you like the worthless slut you are.”

“Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about,” Dio called out, his voice muffled by the sheets. “Tell me this is the only thing I’m good for.”

“I don’t know why you keep flapping your jaws, I thought I told you to keep quiet.”

“Say it or I’ll kill you,” Dio growled.

“The only reason something as wretched and disgusting as you exists is so people have something to abuse.”

“Nngh, no abuse,” Dio said, lifting his head slightly.

The hitman apologized, not knowing of Dio’s dreadful childhood. You ruffed the vampire’s hair lovingly, a small consolation.

Hol Horse continued to drive his cock into Dio’s ass, groaning as he bottomed out. You relished in the symphony of gasps and moans coming from the two men. The hitman’s balls clapped up against Dio, each occurrence eliciting a breathy whine from the vampire. Hol Horse reached around Dio and grabbed his neck, forcing him to crane his head back.

“Fucking you is like fucking a whore.”

“I’m not averse to you paying me for this, if that’s your thing.”

Hol Horse let go and pushed Dio’s head back into the mattress. You felt like you were going to implode with pleasure. Seeing the two of them fucking each other was driving you wild.

“Point your gun at him,” you said while you took off your underwear.

Hol Horse summoned his stand and pointed it at the back of Dio’s head. Dio dug his fingers into the mattress in ecstasy as the barrel pressed against his skull. You spread your folds and dipped your fingers inside your cunt.

“Is your finger on the trigger?” You purred, rubbing your clit.

Hol Horse grinned. “You know it is.”

You squealed with delight and continued to play with your cunt, coating your fingers with your arousal. You made eye contact with the hitman while you sucked your fingers clean. You knew he wanted you.

Dio looked up, face still half-buried in his bed.

“Let me eat your cunt,” he moaned, words nearly intelligible.

You grabbed the hair on top of his head and lifted his body up, making him get back on all fours. You placed your hand under his chin and lifted it so his vermillion eyes would meet your gaze. He stuck out his tongue and you brought his head to your cunt. He teased your clit with the tip of his tongue. You tossed your head back and hummed happily as he serviced you. Hol Horse’s thrusts shoved Dio’s head against your body. With each thrust the vampire grunted as he sucked on your arousal soaked folds.

“That feels so good,” you groaned.

Dio’s oral abilities never ceased to amaze you. It was like his mouth was made to be buried in someone’s cunt. His soft lips and long tongue were blessings.

“Fuck,” you whined. “This absolutely is the only thing you’re good for.”

Dio let out a delighted moan. He arched his back and took a more active role as Hol Horse’s fucked him.

“Oh shit,” the hitman groaned. He now lacked the concentration to maintain his stand.

You felt your body growing warmer by the second, heat radiating from your core. You braced yourself against Dio while your strength withered away.

“I—I’m close,” you moaned.

Dio showed your cunt no mercy as he sucked on your clit. Your breathing lost all rhythm, instead becoming labored, quiet gasps with some moans sprinkled in between. You fell back, your body hitting the mattress with a thud. You caught your breath and smiled, utterly satisfied.

“Suck my cock n—no—now,” Dio stuttered.

Hol Horse helped him onto his knees and the vampire reached out to you. You couldn’t even dream of denying him. You crawled a short distance to him and wrapped your lips around his aching cock. You savored the sweet precum that trickled from the tip, focusing on the slit of his cock. His moans grew louder and louder, definitely audible to anyone that happened to pass by his chambers. He was becoming undone. Hol Horse continued to pound his cock into the vampire’s tight hole, his eyes locked shut.

You looked up and watched as Dio demanded Hol Horse to open them and kiss him as he came. The hitman obeyed and shared a sloppy, drunken kiss with the vampire.

It didn’t take long for a deluge of cum to erupt from Dio’s throbbing cock. You swallowed every drop, gulping it down ecstatically. You loved when Dio filled your mouth with his cum.

“I, fuck, think I’m getting there too,’ Hol Horse said. His voice was pained.

Dio pulled Hol Horse’s cock out of him, his expression hinting at a devious plan.

“Lay on your back.”

Hol Horse did as he was told and stroked his cock, longing for it to be deep in Dio’s ass again. Dio got on top of him and guided it back inside. The vampire bounced up and down on the hitman’s cock with a disturbing half-smile on his face.

“D—Dio, I—”

“Is that how a weakling like you is supposed to address me?”

“Lord Dio, I don’t think I can hold it in.”

“Oh, my dear Hol Horse, but you must.”

“Please. I—”

“If you want it that bad, you must beg for it.”

You watched, completely entertained by Dio’s cruelty.

“Please let me come, Lord Dio. I’ll do anything.”

Hol Horse continued to thrust against Dio, the two men finding a rough rhythm.

“And what would that be?” Dio asked, his tone tranquil and deliberate.

“I’ll be your slave. You can use me whenever you want. I don’t care. Just let me come.”

“My slave, hm? Can I hold you to that?”

“Ye—yes. Yes. Yes,” Hol Horse babbled.

“You want to fill me with your cum that bad”

The hitman nodded. “Want you so bad.”

“Should I let him come, pet?”

“Oh yeah,” you said, anticipating the rapturous sounds of Hol Horse’s orgasm.

Dio leaned over and put his hands on Hol Horse’s shoulders.

“Come, slave. Come for your master.”

Hol Horse barely let Dio finish his sentence before he filled the vampire with his milky white cum. You watched as it leaked from Dio’s hole. You were amazed by the amount that the hitman pumped inside the vampire.

Dio sighed happily and rolled off of Hol Horse, cum still leaking out of his ass. Hol Horse looked mildly terrified because of the promise he made to his new master.

“Bath?” You asked, getting up off the bed.

“Yes,” Dio said, holding out his hand.

You helped him to his feet, letting him rest his head on top of yours.

“I guess I’ll head out then,” Hol Horse said softly.

“Don’t be an idiot. You’re coming with us,” Dio yawned.

You smiled and beckoned for Hol Horse to follow. The hitman appeared reluctant, but ultimately decided to join you. He believed that a relaxing bath was the perfect moment to renegotiate the verbal contract he had just entered with the vampire.

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