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[devil-dxrling]

Boredom and Money, No.3

Pairing: Dio x Reader

Warnings: Smut, roughness, blood play, riding crop.

Words: 1693

Summary: Dio shows the reader the greatest high.

That night opened up a new part of my conscience, suddenly, I wanted more. Yes, it was rather easy to stay up to date with all of my work and manage my busy life, but every now and then I would just zone out. My thoughts constantly ran to that ‘Dio’ guy that Diego had talked about. I checked up on the website to see his schedule and, believe it or not, actually called them to book an appointment with him. First time I had ever called to book something, it was a new experience and I was really shy on the phone, I literally had to lock my door and make sure that I had decent soundproofing. Luckily we had a recording studio with soundproofing since one of my friends, Marianne, was a rising artist. When it was time to actually head out, I wore the most basic black skirt, black shirt combo with a pair of black trainers. Obviously, I had my purse with me and I tied my hair up in a ponytail. Not bothering to wear a bra, my breasts bounced as I ran down the stairs - I should’ve taken the elevator. Taking a small boat, I got to the brothel in about 20 minutes. When I walked in, I had 10 minutes before my appointment, so I sat down on one of the couches, and rested on the armrest, scrolling pointlessly through my phone. When the clock struck 7 pm, there were 7 chimes, and just as the last chime ended, I saw Dio strut in and talk to the receptionist. They both spared me a glance before she nodded and Dio walked up to me, offering his hand. Taking it, he led me to the bar and we sat down to talk. We agreed on an arrangement and then sat down to have a couple of drinks. We talked for an hour or so about the most random things, like our birthdays, and favourite food, and the more drunk me got, the more brave we became. We even went as far as to talk about our sexual preferences. He seemed awfully sober compared to me, but I knew he wasn’t FULLY sober. The way his eyes accidentally narrowed down in the most perfect way made my mouth water and the way he smirked and played with my emotions and words made me feel a special type of way. He was completely different for Diego and yet, he played a similar teasing game. He could come off as extremely cocky and self-centred, but that just added to his larger-than-life character. At one point I said the one thing that would change the course of the whole night.

‘You know, I bet I could dominate you if I really wanted to.’

That set off something inside the teasing, cocky, funny Dio I had known. His gaze shifted. Now, his eyes narrowed in malice, and he was fully sober. Just as I put down my drink, he grabbed my by the arm and dragged me out of the bar. Once we were out of the bar, he pushed me against the nearest wall, knelt down, grabbed me by the back of my knees, and threw me over his shoulders. We had already established safe words, and he knew the boundaries I gave him, but this felt weird. I lightly punched his back before giving up and falling limp. I raised my head up to see Diego, he looked at Dio, looked at me, then gave me a shit-eating grin. It boiled my blood as I shouted, ‘Diego, when I’m gone here, I’m coming for your head!’

‘Keep ‘er busy Dio, give me some time to escape ‘eh?’

That bastard with his remarks and comebacks, he was an absolute asshole! Once we got to the room, Dio pulled the handle, kicked open the door, closed it, and locked it.

He threw me onto the bed and said: ‘Undress.’ With that, he walked into what I could only guess was a walk-in closet of some sorts, maybe it connected to the bathroom. He came out shirtless, with a pair of black sweatpants on, holding something is his hands. I was almost done undressing, I just had my panties left, he was really quick after all. The more I looked at it, I realised that he was holding a riding crop.

‘I told you to undress. Why don’t you ever listen?’ He walked up to me and hit my ass with the riding crop before ripping the underwear off. I lightly screamed before I was shoved backwards, my knees hitting the bed as I fell, the soft mattress softening my fall. I went to crawl backwards before he grabbed my ankle and pulled me back towards him.

‘You are not even worthy enough for this cock. You won’t even be able to make me cum with your small, feeble body. I could crush you like a little insect. I’ll slit your neck open and watch you slowly bleed out, squirming, accepting your painful death before you black out. Would you want me to do that?’

‘N… No Dio, please don’t.’

‘Maybe try listening to me for a change!’ The riding crop came down onto my now-pink ass cheek, it stung and brought pleasure at the same time.

‘I won’t hold my breath, kid.’ With that, he lowered his sweatpants and shoved his erect dick into my pussy, giving not a second to adjust to his thicc cock. That riding crop slapped my skin more than I cared to remember. At one point during the night, he threw the crop away and pulled me up onto his lap, glaring into my eyes with that rough anger and passion. He roughly smashed his lips onto mine but wasted no time moving on to my neck where he left his mark. Then, a pan of serious pain struck through me like a wasp’s sting. A scream erupted from the room and pierced the environment, making a glass cup near us shatter. He had just bitten down onto my neck. He lifted his head away from my bleeding neck as a drop of blood ever-so-slowly cascaded down his perfectly carved chin. I don’t know why that turned me on as much as it did, and looking back at it now, it was super silly. Leaning down, I stuck my tongue out and licked the blood off of his smooth chin. It tasted metallic and disgusting but I could feel his dick start twitching under me. I leaned in to kiss him, both our lips bitterly tangy from my blood. It was not a pleasant taste, but it got him much further.

‘You wanna ride me, little girl?’ I gasped as he let those words slip past his lips and nodded. ‘Not like that, now, I want to hear you.’

‘Yes Dio, let me ride you.’ He lifted me up like I was a feather as he laid down and grabbed my ass cheeks. Guess it was my move. Unconfidently, I started to bounce on his cock, until I got the hang of it and started to go faster. It felt like bliss to ride him. We kept going for about 15 minutes and I was about to cum before I was thrown off of him and onto the bed.

‘Sorry, kid, didn’t have a condom on, don’t want to get in trouble with my bosses.’ My mouth gaped open as I looked at him with the most pissed off stare I’ve ever given someone. ‘You fucking jerk! You could’ve put one on before!’

‘Sorry, guess I forgot, you aren’t mad at me, are you?’ He slipped the condom wrapping in between his teeth and ripped it open, slipping the thing material onto his still hard dick. He stood up, discarding his sweatpants, literally walked AROUND the bed to get to me, and sat down in between my open legs as he moved his dick through my folds, giving me that mouth-watering smirk that he gave me at the bar an hour or so back.

‘Let me push you to your limits. I’ll show you what the greatest high can feel like.’ He slammed his cock down into my pussy. This was almost nothing like Diego. Dio wasn’t a tease, he nailed my g-spot every time as he banged me like I was the common whore! Not him, the person actually working at the brothel. He brought me down to a painful reality -  the reality where I was nowhere near as good as he was - his reality. After 20 minutes of being aggressively slammed into by one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen, we both came and just lay there. He threw the condom in the bin and plopped down onto the bed next to me. Pulling me into a hug, he told me he was free for the rest of the night. We fell asleep, drunk, and slightly high on the ecstasy we had just lived.

In the morning, I woke up with a splitting headache, he followed suit soon after, but he didn’t drink as much as I did. Giving me a few pills, he helped me get up, drink some water, and get dressed to leave. While he escorted me out, I saw Diego walk up to us.

‘Dio, ya look like you need some rest before your next job, want me to take beautiful, over here, down to the main lobby for you?’ Dio gave me one last kiss on the neck, where he had bit me, before nodding his head and letting Diego take me.

‘See beautiful, I told you he would show it wouldn’t be that bad. Why do you never listen. Alright, hope you enjoyed your night, I expect ya back! Cya!’ And with that, I made my way out and was almost launched off of my feet by the wind. I didn’t have any  panties on either, since Dio saw fit to rip those last night. Once I got home, I crawled to my room, showered, changed, and fell into deep sleep. Definitely taking the day off.

[devil-dxrling]

Boredom and Money, No.2

Pairing: Diego x Reader

Warnings: Smut, blindfolding, teasing.

Words: 828

Summary: She has her fun with Diego.

When we got to the private room and he shut the door before saying: ‘Now, time to make you beg.’ He just smirked up at me as he walked in my direction menacingly. The contract consisted of nothing too dangerous, just potential blindfolding, roughness, and edging. When he got to me, he stood infront of me, and glared down with a scary look in his eyes. His hands harshly grabbed my unprepared shoulders and spun me around, before pulling something out of his back pocket. It was blindfold that he skillfully knotted over my eyes. Dragged by my shoulders and pushed gently onto the bed so I landed face-down, ass-up. Expertly, he shedded my jeans off and slid off my shirt, proceeding to do the same with my underwear before turning me around. Grabbing my wrists, he put them above my head and told me to not move. Was he observing me? I could feel a pair of eyes glazing over me before you felt his middle and ring fingers softly trail down from my sternum to my pelvic bone. Back arching, I leaned further into his touch. A chuckle slipped past his lips as you felt him get off the bed: he was probably taking off his clothes. My knees had slipped together as I moved my thighs together, anticipating Diego’s next move.

‘Look at you, beautiful, all worked up for me. What could I have possibly done to you? You want me?’ Gently he took my hand and trailed it down his abdomen before it landed on the base of his cock, ‘You want this?’ All I could do was silently nod and mutter ‘yes’ before reaching out to feel him further. He laughed and pushed my hand back up above my head. He put his knee in between my knees and spread my legs apart with no difficulty. I could feel his breath on my skin and his fingers tracing over the curves of my thighs as he lowered his knees and brought a single finger down to my aching clit. But he wasn’t moving. Instead, he wanted me to do all the work, so that's what I did. Moving my hips along his finger was better than nothing, but once I was too tired, I flopped back down onto the bed and just panted.

‘Please Diego, help me, I need you.’ My hand quickly slid down to his wrist as I held it and looked at him with pleading eyes. He looked down at me and shrugged his shoulders, his thumb began to move against my clit slowly, almost too slowly. I had almost forgotten I was blindfolded, I just wanted him to go faster. ‘Faster Diego.’

‘Now now, no need to start ordering me around, I’m going to be taking my sweet, sweet time admiring a beauty like you.’ Of course this cheeky bastard would pull this card. I could feel his erect penis against my thigh as he rubbed my clit with his skilled fingers. What would it take to get this man inside of me?

‘Diego stop being an asshole I want your dick inside me!’ It must have been loud enough for the entire hallway to hear us. I just shouted it, hoping it would work. Finally, he gave in and said, ‘Guess I’ve let ya beg enough beautiful, I’ll give ya what this pussy of your’s has been achin’ for.’ He slid on a condom and then slid into me, past my wet folds. I took us a few seconds to adjust, but when he started to pound into me, he hit my g-spot almost every time, it felt phenomenal. My heart started to race and I began to pant loudly as my chest rose and fell with each of Diego’s thrusts. There was this unspoken harmony between us, he didn’t tease me anymore, apart from at the end. He knew I was about to cum, and he intentionally pulled out. He smirked up at me, that sly devil, and rubbed the tip of his cock up and down against my folds and around my clit, it was painful to submit to someone who relentlessly teased and mocked. Finally, he gave me a few final pumps and I came. Bliss filled my veins as I lay there. He went to have a shower and I went after him. Once we were both dressed, he escorted me to the main lobby. Before letting me go, he turned me around and whispered: ‘If you're looking for a good time, find Dio, he'll show you what the world's greatest high fan feel like.’ I walked backwards away from him and accidentally bumped into someone who was heading towards the break room. He was extremely handsome, with blonde hair and red eyes that pierced my soul. Smiling, he excused himself and walked off, I looked back and Diego gave me the: 'that's him' look. I chuckled before heading home, it was getting pretty late.

[devil-dxrling]

Boredom and Money, No.1

Pairing: Diego x Reader

Words: 578

Warnings: Intended smut.

Summary: Part 1. They reader discovers a brothel that Jjba characters work at.

Boredom. And money. The two things combined would be what culminated this story. The story of how a kid at age 19, got to be the talk of a well known brothel. Basically, it started with the stress of life, and her parents being awfully dead. She was really rich, her dead parents left her all by herself with a big will, and she worked several part-time jobs. She’s been a translator for 3 years now, studies business, and works at a well-paid restaurant as a waitress. Venice paid well for those who worked hard. Her father was one of the most well-known mafia leaders in Venice, so his people respected his death wish: protect the child but don’t get her involved. They even sent her an allowance every now and then of about 15,000 a month. She had a dream. Getting some of the best tuition out there, she had already planned a business. It would be a multi-branching lifestyle business that specialized in beverages. Coffee, tea, alcohol, and all the inbetweens. To accomplish this dream, she worked alongside many friends and teachers, even adding in a few sponsors to help speed things along. Then, while on holiday one day, she realized something.

‘Oh my God, are you seriously still a virgin?’

‘What? No Nat! Of course I’m not, I guess I’m just not very active, that’s all.’

‘Girl! Get your life together.’ She reached into her leather purse and took out a plain black business card with white words printed onto it neatly, ‘Between us girls, check ‘em out, you won’t regret it. And stay off Jonathan, that guys mine.’

‘Noted Nat. Thanks honey.’ She got up and walked out of the balcony and into the apartment, where it was cool again. Glancing back at the business card, she saw their website, number, and email address. It couldn’t hurt to look them up, could it?

After 30 minutes of relentless scrolling and reading about a brothel, she decided to go and check it out. It was a 24/7 type business so she had all the time in the world. At about 6 pm, she was outside the massive doors of the brothel. It was a literal mansion, castle even. As she opened the door and walked in, the silence was broken immediately. It was hustling and bustling with women and men alike. She walked to the reception desk and asked about them, the woman there gave her a quick rundown of where to go and how to find people. Cautiously, she made her way to the break room and knocked, everyone inside shouting a ‘Come in’. The woman at the reception said she would notify everyone there that she was coming. When she entered, she was greeted by 5 faces. They all smiled at me before one jumped up to talk to me and lead me somewhere.

‘Hello! I’m Diego! And I’ll hopefully be the first to take your heart. I mean, I can steal more than just your heart, if ya catch my drift, beautiful.’ She rolled her eyes and gave him a nod as they walked off to talk about his prices and his services. For the first time in a while, a guy finally made her smile. And it wasn’t a fake smile, or a business smile, just a genuine smile. She paid for his services as he led her up to a private room.

‘Time to have some fun, beautiful.’

[devil-dxrling]

SBR getting political, No.6

Pairing: Funny Valentine x Reader

Warnings: Smut, underage reader.

Words: 2162

Summary: He gets mad at her, but all’s well ends well.

He must have left the night before, maybe right after I fell asleep. I knew he had to take the train really early to San Diego. My mind had to unfortunately set him aside though, today was a special day because I had to dress up, get close to the rib cage, change my clothes to something good, and then catch Valentine’s attention. For half the journey I would wear a plain, loose white outfit. Shorts and a simple white shirt. Then, for the other half, I would change into something a bit more… Riské . It took me days to get to the motel where I would be stationed, but finally I arrived. The outfit I chose to wear was made of shiny, black latex and cooling material. It was a sweetheart neckline, skin-tight play-suit with booty shorts and accents around the waist and chest. It was corseted up in the back and was padded, making it more comfortable. I paired it with a pair of black, leather stiletto booties that were open-toed. Hoping I wouldn’t burn in the heat, I got onto my horse and followed a map. To be honest, everything happened extremely quickly, almost too quickly for me to comprehend it. I could hear chaos emerge from the horizon and saw a train, Valentine’s train. I sped behind a few buildings and carefully joined the plethora of people shooting at each other and being dicks. I might have been the only person to know where the rib cage actually was, it was to the left, not the right - so was his train. Luckily enough, I had a good idea of the cabin he was in, so I made my way closer until I spotted him, now to get his attention…

I pointed one of my custom revolvers to the train window where he sat, and shot. The window smashed open and his eyes shot to mine, menacingly. I smirked and lowered my gun, looking at him attentively as I saw his eyes slowly glide down my form. Smiling, I guided Dea closer to him. As I did, the train sped up, causing me to lean further onto the horse, arch out my back, point out my behind, and ride faster. My guns pointed, shooting at ugly red-necks that got in my way and distracting others as I fired up into the sky. Secretly, I would look back to the train, obviously he had to move, the window was smashed, but every now and then I would see him, chin resting on his hand, looking at me. Nice came upon us after a long day of riding and keeping up with a train. We had stopped at a city right next to the rib cage, but only I knew that. While everyone camped to the right, I stationed myself near the left, closer to the train. The good thing about wearing black was that you would blend in perfectly. When I got to the back of the train, there was a key, Funny has seen right through my actions. I opened the door to see a compartment that was much smaller than the other ones, but was still of adequate size. In the corner was a man, sitting on a chair; the room was dark and I couldn’t make out who it was, until he stood up and I had recognized his height immediately. Standing up, he walked to me and took my upper arm, pulling me into his chest. He was cold, and from what I could see, he held a stoic face, not calm and warm like it normally was, but stone and cold, and angry.

‘You really think you have the right to do these things to me,’ He whispered into your ear as he pulled you even closer. You could feel his dick, hard on your thigh, being uncomfortably enclosed by his pants. His undeniably pissed presence in the room made you quiver and shake in your boots. Turning to look up at him, you saw his face. I wasn’t even looking down to you, just straight forward. This brought you back down to earth. Reality hit you as you realized he was still the president, and you were nothing but scum compared to him. Throwing you off of himself, he paced towards the door, shut it, locked it, and locked the other one. Then, he turned to look at you, or more so in your direction, his head was still held high, refusing to look down.

‘Would you like me to pull down the blinds? Though, evaluating how you acted today during the race, I don’t think you even care if anyone sees us, do you? Today your actions were foolish, dim-witted, brainless and inept. You know how much shame could have been put onto me if they saw you looking at me like that? I showed how little respect you have for me, my reputation, and my reputability, and I just can’t let that happen anymore. And even now, what are you expecting? For me to please you? Well, you can take your whorish ass out of this train right now if that’s the sort of treatment you’re expecting! Get out before I rip this latex off your little, feeble body and toss you out there naked!’

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I stood up and stumbled to the door, but it was locked. You I heard a sardonic laugh behind me as he closed the space between us, keys in hand, he unlocked the door. But before I had the chance to step out he pulled me close to him and gave my body a rough shove out of the train, and into the sand, uttering his final critical blows to my already crumpled heart:

‘Remember little bitch, I’m the fucking president.’

And with that the door was slammed shut and locked. I turned onto my front and I brought my arms up to my head and just lay there, crying out my bitter tears, until I suddenly stopped and realized something that made me want to vomit. I slowly rubbed my thighs together, why the fuck did I actually seem to enojy being yelled at? Nonetheless, I had to get up and find something different to wear.

I decided on plain black, loose pants with a red, lace up, leather top that had corset detailing the back and in the front. I wore the same heels, couldn’t really find anything better, and my black black flat-brimmed hat I had on me at all occasions. In the morning, I was raring to go. Some mascara was still smudged my cheeks from all the crying I did last night, but I had to put that thought aside. I was at the front of the line when the race started, and I could bet my money on the fact that I wouldn’t have to kill anyone to slip in and out with the part. I had one of my closest friends with me to take care of my horse because when I got the part, I would transfer over to the train and leave Dea with him. As we closed in, there were 3 ways that could be taken. I knew they would all end up leading to the same place, but I also knew I had to go left. The train went through the middle, it had to stay neutral and not give anything away. Finally, as I had no more eyes on me, I maneuvered left, with a few dozen or so people and we rode further on. From here, my memory is fuzzy from here, I just remember seeing the bones and racing toward them like everyone else. It would have been complete carnage if I hadn’t rode up to the guy wearing blue and yanked it from him before riding off up a short little cliff. Looking behind me, I saw my friend and then smiled, I whispered to Dea, ‘Stop at the cliff amore mia, I’ll be back. Ciao.’ And with that we reached the low cliff and I boosted myself off the horse and onto the far back of the train. The rib cage in my left hand, the key from last night in my right, I unlocked the door and swayed in, locking it back up before anyone saw me. I knew I was about 2 compartments away from the last one. Slowly, I walked through the empty bedroom compartments and kitchens and restaurants and bars until I came to a normal sitting compartment that I heard talking from. Bravely, I knocked onto the door as I heard all the guards inside cock their guns toward the door. Then, there was a shallow ‘Come in,’ which was probably Valentine being done with me.

I peaked my head out of the crack and then shot away from the door, instead putting the rib cage out. ‘Sir, she had the rib cage.’

‘Of course she does. Get in here woman.’

I cheeped in and walked to sit in front of him, carefully handing him the rib cage. After examining it closely, he gave it to one of the guards (who put it into a vault) and then looked back up at me, crossing one leg over the other and intertwining his fingers together in front of his face. His left hand unwound to wave the guards away as they left and locked the door behind them. Leaning back into his chair, he pointed towards the drinks onto the table, eyes still narrowed, observing my every move.

‘I’m so--’ I was cut off by him.

‘Don’t be, I went a bit hard on you, I’ll admit, you need to be taught a lesson.’

I just nodded my head while I poured myself some bitter brandy and leaned back, bringing the glass up to my lips. Out of nowhere, he leaned in and moved his right hand up my thigh, slowly, looking behind him, to make sure the door was shut and that there was nobody there. He stood up and took the glass before I could finish it, moving me around the table and bringing me onto his lap, moving his hands skillfully across my curves and resting them on my thighs.

‘Do you want me to do it again?’ Did he know about how I felt last night? Did he see me rub my thigh together when I was in the sand? Did I really embarrass myself that much?

‘I saw you last night, on the floor, rubbing your pretty little thighs together, you liked to be berated, didn’t you, little slut.’ I was nothing like in those romance novels where the man would whisper sweet nothings into her ear, instead it was insults that burned me to my core. At one point I raised my hand up to punch him, but he grabbed my wrist and twisted it painfully. A cry left my lips as I felt myself get wet and try to squeeze my thighs together.

‘You want me to go back to being nice? Want all of this to stop? Want me to let you control the situation? You want me to submit?’ I seriously couldn't take any more of his deep voice whispering things into my ear, my mouth jumped towards his and we locked lips, roughly. We bit at each others lips in a dance of rough passion. Our clothes were scraped and he pushed me down onto the floor of the train, pinning my wrists above my head and diving down to leave all sorts of marks on my neck. I could feel the dumps below me as he continued to mark me as his own. I was brought back to reality as I felt him kiss my thigh and move up towards my wet pussy. I felt his tongue slowly move along my folds, slightly slipping in from time to time, but I wasn’t enough to bring me to orgasm. One of my hands slid down to grab his hair and push it down, but I was grabbed and twisted again, making me scream in pain and pleasure. Vision getting blurry, I felt him finally slip into me and stretch me out with his cock. It went on for about half an hour, he edged me twice, pissed me off to the point I slapped him across his perfectly chiseled jaw, and then let me cum, slapping my ass in return. He knelt there, once we were done, not even looking up at me, instead looking above me. I hauled my arm to take his chin and move his face down, so he could look at me. A smirk adorned his face as he got me to get dressed and sat me on his lap, giving a ring to his guards, telling them they could come in. He petted my head quietly as we sat there, I slowly drifted off to sleep. Wow, this really was one bizarre train of events.

[devil-dxrling]

SBR getting political, No.5

Pairing: Funny Valentine x Reader

Warnings: Loss, Smut

Words: 

Summary: They finally get together for real this time.

Nightmares had haunted me that night. One mistake and everything would go to shreds. The morning of the trial dawned apon us slowly. I knew when I woke up that today I would wear the most simple thing I had ever worn. I wore an elaborate laced, vintage blouse; a simple, tan-coloured, pleated skirt; a pair of opaque, black tights, and a pair of Edwardian style, black and red, leather boots. Before walking out of the motel room, I put on my black, flat brimmed hat and walked to Dea. Off to court we go. My guns were holstered by my garters underneath my skirt, I could feel the leather as if it was second skin. After skipping breakfast, I began to ride down to the high court of Washington. It was a few blocks away from the White House.

I wasn’t late, but most of the people were already present. Looking around, I saw Valentine beckoning me over to a secret location in a small area next to the courtroom.

‘How are darling?’

‘I’m good, but I’m scared. I love you so much and I don’t even know if I still want to go against you.’

‘Let everything settle down, and everything will get better. One of the people I know has brought out the judge, don’t ask how I know, but I do. No-matter what happens from here, SBR is going to happen. And I want to hire you myself, I need you to get me the rib cage. The run starts in San Diego and ends here, in Washington. Though the race starts in San Diego, you can start here in Washington, taking a shortcut to the rib cage and getting it before the others do. You will be paid handsomely, and you’ll get my gratitude.’

I looked up at him with pleading eyes, we both knew it was too late. When we heard the judge enter, he kissed my forehead before we both parted ways to go to the trial.

Time fell by during the trial, I didn’t bother listening, I knew the result, but I kept wondering about Valentine’s proposal. How could I ever turn him down? Once the trial was over and the verdict was given, chaos broke out. Shots were fired, things were almost set alight, a stampede began to break out. I was pulled to the side by one of the president’s guards and told to scram to my horse and get ready for later today where I would get a letter inviting me somewhere. And a letter did come. The letter came with a fancy box accompanying it.

In the box was a floor-length, silk, scarlet-red, cowl neckline dress with spaghetti straps that dropped into a low back. There was a slit on the right leg that went up to just above my mid-thigh. Did he want me to wear this? It came with a pair of matte-black, red-bottom heels. Then I opened the letter to read it.

‘I'm hosting an event tonight as a celebration and meetup between me and some of my friends. The affair is to start at 6 PM, and the dinner party will last until 8. Then some people will leave and the party will begin. Music, drinks, and much more. Arrive at 8 on my horse and leave it with one of my guards. Bring your guns for safety, since you are technically a criminal and a danger to society. I’ll see you there, enjoy your ride.

-Funny Valentine’

What kind of ride was this guy talking about? The ride there was slow and quite uncomfortable. I had to sit in a certain way so as to not flash the people on the street, and I had to be careful and not fall off the horse because of my heels. Luckily, I got there safely enough, even though I did 

trip when I got off the horse. I entered the house and walked through the swarms of people, going to his office, hoping he would be there. Knocking on the door and patiently waiting, I heard someone mumble a deep ‘come in’. His head was rested on his tackle and his arms were placed over the nape of his neck. Was he okay? Something must have gone wrong during his dinner date with all of those officials, or as he called them, ‘friends’.

Walking up to him, I moved his limbs off the desk and climbed onto his lap, lifting his chin up so he could look me in the eye. Then I remembered something and climbed off his lap, running to the door, locking it, and shutting off the light. I ran back over to him, kicking my heels off in the process. While lifting my leg to straddle him, I grabbed a handful of his hair and lifted it up, when I sat down, I whispered in his ear, ‘Time to get serious.’ His hands slid up my dress, moving the material around. His left hand slipped into one of his desk’s drawers as he leaned in forward. It turned out he grabbed a pair of scissors. My reflexes led me to grab one of my pistols and point them up at his head. Then I saw what he intended to do with the scissors. Tracing the scissors over my tanned skin, he took the fabric of the dress and started to cut into it. His cutting was so graceful, maybe because the silk was thin enough for him to cut it with ease. In the spurr of the moment, I got a phenomenal idea. Instead of pointing the gun at his head, I moved it down to his crotch, lightly pressing down. My gaze shifted up to the ceiling as my gun did the work.

His face twitched at one point as his left hand snapped down, grabbed the gun and through it across the room. I followed suit and threw away his scissors. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed my dress and ripped it apart with his pure strength. Once again, I tried to do what he did, but ripping his shirt apart was harder than I thought it was. Getting mad, I weakly slammed my fists against his chest and leaned in. I heard a chuckle above me as he lifted me off of his chest and unbuttoned his shirt for me. He did it slowly, teasingly, tantalizingly. When his shirt was off, my hands traced down his toned chest and down his v-line.

He lifted me off of his lap and placed me down onto his desk, shoving aside all of his paperwork.  He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, slipping them down to his ankles; even his thighs were toned as fuck. Pushing my shoulder down so my back would be against the desk and my head would be falling off the desk, I could feel his hand sliding up and down my thighs as his fingers nimbly slipped into my underwear. He began to rub around in all the right places before completely removing the annoying piece of clothing and getting the full access he needed. He leaned over to pull me into a kiss, or first kiss of the night, and then got back up to slip off his boxers. Proceeding to shove a few fingers in my mouth, he coated them in my saliva and then moved them across his long hard. I didn’t have the strength to keep my head up so at one point I just let my head fall back and let him do his own thing. I moaned out his name as I felt him slip into me. Slowly, he steadied himself and went deeper, taking care to not hurt me in any way. Giving me ample time to adjust, he rested his hands down onto the table and let me grab his hair. It started out slow, but it got faster, and better, and more pleasurable as the minutes flew by. Beads of sweat were dripping down our foreheads as he kept pounding into me. Still to this day I don’t know how he managed to mercilessly pound into me with so much care and affection. It felt like the night had just begun when we finished. He might have cummed about 3 times that night, but I lost count, so it might have been more. Thinking back, I might have fallen asleep on his desk because I woke up in a strange bed that morning. It was warm, and smelled fresh, unlike the room we fucked in last night.

Then I remembered something.

TODAY WAS THE STEEL BALL RUN!

[devil-dxrling]

SBR getting political, No.4

Pairing: Funny Valentine x Reader

Warnings: Emotion, dirty thoughts

Words: 977

Summary: Funny Valentine gets a bit political and makes the reader even more emotional.

3 days before the Steel Ball Run. Today was the day of a massive riot. It was going to be from the bottom of Washington to the White House where there would be a possible shooting, depending on how angry the people got. Perhaps even the president would raise his gun to his own nation. Perhaps… The thought of that excited and frightened me. But, I had to think about dressing myself and starting the riot before the shooting. Today I had to dress to impress.

I wore my signature black, flat-brimmed hat; a black Victorian style blouse with a silver garter-like over-layer; a pair of beige trousers with a silver belt; and a pair of sleek, black, leather riding boots. The occasion was extremely rare. When I got downstairs to the stable, the man in charge of the stable jumped towards me with a wide grin, ‘M’Lady looks like YOU have a secret admirer. This letter came with that horse, and I believe it’s addressed to you.’ It was a white horse, exactly like the one at the beach from a week ago. Thanking the man, I grabbed the letter and opened it while strolling towards the horse.

‘My dear, I wish you the greatest luck today at your little rally. Though you only have 3 days left, I have the utmost belief in you. Accept this gift from me and ride the horse towards the white house today. I want to see you in front of everyone, leading my nation against me. These circumstances are extremely peculiar for me. It feels strange wishing someone to come against you like I am now. I write to you in secret, so keep this secret for me. And I await our next meeting. Please, ride my horse into victory.

-Your secret admirer.’

Of course he sent me Mercy. His beautiful horse, her skin as pearl as snow. I walked out of the stable with it as I threw the letter into the furnace, holstering my guns and making sure the saddle was properly latched onto the horse, if it wasn’t, it would’ve been like sabotage. Tenaciously, I mounted the horse and stretched out my spine, holding my head high. I looked down onto the saddle and saw IT WAS THE EXACT SAME SADDLE HE USED. What if they saw? Imagine if my followers caught me riding the president’s saddle. Next to his name, in the same carved font, was my name. Tracing my fingers over the carvings, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. I bit my lip back as a dirty thought ran through my head. What would it be like riding him? My hips buckled into the saddle even more and more legs tightened around the horse’s torso.

‘You okay girl?’

My eyes shot open as my hand shot up to cover the names.

‘Yes Jack, I’m just getting comfortable with this new saddle.’

‘The horse seems new.’

‘Yes, thought I'd switch it up a bit, you know, it’s a big day.’

‘Good for ya darling, good for ya.’

The march kicked off with our people in the front, my team behind me, convincing me to go to the front, to lead the people forward. When I saw the roof of the White House, I knew it was now or never. I rushed my horse to the front of the line and shouted,

‘HALT! My dear citizens, we only go forward with confidence, and knowledge of what peril will come if we accept the Steel Ball Run. Are you ready for war? Are you ready for sadness? This is the only way to make things right. I trust you all, but I need your trust too. Together we can reach great heights. FOLLOW ME INTO THE MADNESS!’

I turned around and started to march bravely into the unknown. I saw the White House, and I saw Valentine standing on his balcony, staring down at the rioters. He smiled down at me after he saw my thumb trace over the engraving. Without thinking, I slightly bit my lip, but proceeded to grab my gun. Pointing it up at the sky, shooting it. I started to shout about what everyone wanted, how we didn’t want SBR to happen, and how we were going to stop it. We all stood there and saw Funny Valentine laugh and turn around, starting to walk away from the balcony. In a fit of rage, I bellowed his name and pointed my gun straight to his head. ‘GET DOWN HERE AND STOP BEING A COWARD, YOUR COUNTRY WANTS CHANGE, GIVE IT TO US.’ I whispered a please under my breath, and he was the only one who saw the pain in my eyes. Then he spoke, starting his speak exactly as I did.

‘My dear citizens. I promise to give you the justice you so desire. Tomorrow morning, a judge will decide over the fate of the Steel Ball Run. Tomorrow America decides its further plan. There will be no jury, and the judge will NOT be paid off. As president, you have my word. I am sorry this is what has become of my country. I feel extreme remorse to be in this divided situation. Everyone, have a good night.’

Everyone shrugged their shoulders and left. It felt like the world had abandoned me. In a final attempt, I jumped off my horse and ran toward the building screaming, ‘VALENTINE YOU FUCKING COWARD HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?’ Bullets haphazardly flew out of my gun, into the now cloudy skin. I was held back by his meat shields as the rain started to pour. Violently, I was pushed away and into the stone road, toppling and tumbling down the dusty road, the horse following behind me. This was the saddest defeat. But I still had a chance: I had tomorrow.

[devil-dxrling]

SBR getting political, No.3

Paring: Funny Valentine x Reader

Warnings: Making out, sexual intentions, underaged reader, intended smut

Word count: 1148

Summary: The two walk into each other at the beach and it gets pretty spicy from there.

I seriously needed a break. The nearest beach was a few hours away but it was worth it. I was wearing a plain white shirt and a pair of loose shorts that I tightened around the waist, my swimsuit bottoms under shorts. I didn’t wear a bra under the shirt, since I was going to be by myself. Or at least that’s what I thought. After a while of riding, I saw the coast and the sea. The water was a sublime turquoise blue as it glimmered in the sunlight. The slightly white-capped waves swayed in the background as the water graceful splashed against the sandy beach. Hopping off my horse, I kicked my shorts off and put them into a small pocket attached to the saddle. I had to keep my custom built revolvers holstered to the horse since my plain black bottoms didn’t come with holsters, unfortunately. I kept riding along the coastline until I saw a white horse, was someone else here? When I got to it, I stretched over to stroke it, it had the presidential seal carved into its saddle. What a coincidence. ‘Let’s get you back to your owner. Can you take me to him,’ I took a look at the name engraved, ‘Mercy.’ The horse obediently turned around and let me grab onto it’s lead as it walked us to a blond man lying on a white cloth in the sand.

‘You beat me to the beach,’ I said jokingly as I got off Dea and went to sit by him.

‘Not you again.’ he let out an exasperated sigh as he was about to turn over. I put a hand on his back and gently traced over his scars as I sat, looking at how the scars were patterned like the American flag.

‘So patriotic of you, Funny.’ I almost started to giggle, his first name made me want to crack up.

‘Go on kid, laugh it up, yes my name is hilarious isn’t it,’ he muttered as he turned over to face me. It was weird, I could swear I saw something in his eyes as I looked down at him. My eyes quickly trailed down to his abs, then back to his face - a slight blush brushing over my face. Did he know I was still 17?

‘You called me a kid, how old do you think I am?’

‘You’re 17, I do background checks on everyone at a board table before going into a meeting, and I also know about the fake ID, it was a pretty good copy, almost had me fooled. Of course, I do the checks independently, I like to be the only one who knows, my guards don’t need my search history to take care of me.’

‘Now I’m scared about what’s in your search history,’ I joked as I lied down next to him. My shirt slid around a bit, showing some of my skin, but I didn’t think much of it, it was still under my waist. For one of the first times, we had a genuine conversation, like humans.

‘Is the water nice today?’

‘I believe so, I… Didn’t go in, I was taking pictures with my camera. If you’re going, I’ll follow up in a few minutes.’ I nodded my head and smiled as I got up and started to walk towards. Then, I heard a snap behind me, did that dick just take a picture of me? I turned around and asked him what that was.

‘I was taking a picture of the water, it’s very lovely this time of day.’ Of course you were. Little did I know that he was just gawking at my behind while I was walking. The water was almost lukewarm, I only went about knee length in though. Then, I heard something behind me and instinctively turned around, only to be splashed with an outrageous amount of water. My front was half- soaked, half-dry. I felt cold around my breast as I looked down and saw them completely soaked. Red spread across my face quickly as I tried to run towards the shore, but that attempt was quickly stopped when Valentine grabbed my wrists and tackled me to the floor. We were positioned in that perfect space on the shoreline where there was a perfect ratio of water to sand. My hands were pinned above my head and I was panicking until I remembered that it was Funny above me. It came as a surprise to me how I trusted him as much as I did. Everything around us turned silent. There were no guns, no political arguments, no violence, no people, just 2 souls, staring each other in the eyes, waiting for 1 of them to make the first move.

Valentine’s lips fell apon mine as bolts of lightning shot through my body. It was a dance of passion. My right leg trailed up his thigh and hooked around his waist as his right hand trailed down and slipped under my wet shirt. Age was just a number now. If I was going to have hate sex with my political rival on a beach in the middle of nowhere, then so be it. Arms sliding around his neck, I brought my body closer to his as we continued to make out. His arms slid down to the bottom of my shirt as he started the fight to tug it off and keep me in one piece at the same time. Sadly, he broke the kiss and got onto his knees to pull off the annoying material. After he succeeded, he knelt there, looking down at my slightly tanned skin, taking it in.

‘Stop staring, it's not nice.’

‘I’m sorry, you’re just a sight to behold. I want to do so much more to you, but I don’t think I can.’

‘Don’t worry about it. The fake ID, you’ll get let off, since nobody knows about your little background checks. I’ll get into trouble, not you. Valentine, I want you, now.’

‘You know it’s immoral.’

‘And I also know you’re the president.’

‘That isn’t just a fast pass for anything!’

‘Sounds like it is. Stop fussing and kiss me.’

And it went on like that for almost an hour. The water got annoying. So annoying that at one point we both broke out laughing when we got hit with a wave. We more so had banter than anything else. Small advances with big reactions, that’s what they were. Having sex on a beach only works in movies; not in real life. Luckily, he had a spare shirt I could borrow so I was safe.

The ride home was silent, apart from a few jokes about the tumbleweed here and there. We had to part ways in the end. Anyhow, back to planning to stop SBR. The day was fun while it lasted.

[devil-dxrling]

SBR getting political, No.2

Pairing: Funny Valentine x Reader

Warnings: Violence

Words: 775

Summary: A dangerous conversation with the president.

It has been what feels like weeks of travelling with water, a map, a compass, some money, and my guns. My skin is now turning caramel from the sun. In the distance, I caught a glimpse of buildings over the horizon. It’s been almost a month of travelling and taking the fastest and most efficient routes possible to get to Washington. I have half a month left to change the population’s opinion on SBR as time slowly closes in. The closer we got, the more sure I was. At one point, my horse started to gallop furiously, it knew we were almost there. When I finally got there, I had to buy myself some new clothes. I’m lucky the many jobs I did before all of this happened let me afford all the food and clothing I needed. Money was the least of my worries.

I paired a vintage silk blouse with a pair of wide-legged black pants that were accented with a gold fake-belt. That with a pair of red, wooden heeled business shoes; my crimson leather gloves; a black, flat brimmed cowboy hat; and my guns, which were securely holstered in my pockets. I also took a shower at a random bathhouse next to the clothing shop that I got the clothes from. Mounting my loyal steed, I had my course set for the White House.

After about 30 minutes of riding, I arrived at the front of the building. The guard immediately recognised me, ‘We’ve been awaiting your arrival rather patiently Miss. Your guns, please.’ I rolled my eyes and handed them my guns before opening the front doors myself and strolling in. Funnily enough, I had never been here before, but I knew my way around well enough because my co-workers (who were generally luckier than me) would boast about every little detail when they got the chance to come here. His office was on the second floor. I kept walking, only looking forward, not gawking at all the expensive artefacts around me, or the guards looming behind me. Before they could both react, I spun around, grabbed my revolvers and drilled 2 bullets into their heads. Well, there goes his expensive carpet. For sure, I knew every person in the room in front of me heard that. Two guards came out of the room pointing their batons and cuffs at me, but they didn’t last long against the bullets I sent into their craniums. I kicked the double door open and shot the last two point-black. Closing the doors behind me, I sighed, 

‘Where are the rest of them?’

‘Not here, I suppose on their lunchbreak.’

‘Nice mask there Valentine, we both know you’re either lying or hiding something. Now, where were we? Let’s talk.’

‘Pull up a chair. And please, call me Funny.’

‘What a lovely name, must I add. Anyhow, by now you must of realised what you’re doing is stupid on many levels. Why go with it?’

‘Because, think of the power it would bring us.’

‘Cut the bullshit Valentine, why are you doing this?’

‘Oh fine, I’ve recently been having a disagreement with a country run by Great Britain. I’m treading on dangerous water and I need backup.’

‘Where’s your wife? Is she out of town?’

‘She’s in Canada, she didn’t want to be a part of all this.’

‘Her way of saying she’s going to be gone on a cheating spree for 5 more months.’

‘Her way of saying she wants freedom for 5 months.’

We sat down together and talked for a good 20 minutes until I heard a thundering knock at the door - the guards. My head shot to the door, then to the nearest window, then to Valentine. I had to get out of here, I had just killed 6 people! He rolled his eyes then got up and opened the window for me. Before I jumped out, I made sure to come back at him with one last hit, ‘My argument isn’t over yet.’

It took me about a week or so to get my following back. My team had arrived back in Washington and were also helping me with that. We were handing out flyers, getting to the front page of the news, and things were looking up for us again. But we weren’t going to make the same mistake twice, there would be no speech. We had people hired as undercovers for SBR, if it was going to happen. We had spies and people with connections that would hopefully help us turn the tables at the last moment. We were reaching a deadline; we had about 2 weeks left.

[devil-dxrling]

SBR getting political, No.1

Pairing: Funny Valentine x Reader

Warnings: Political stuff

Words: 1788

Summary: Political argument over the economy gone sour.

This is the story of how a political disagreement came to become the greatest press scandal known to America. It all started at a meeting that I attended. The president, Funny Valentine, was going to be there. The meeting was discussing the economic structure of North America and how, if the Steel Ball Run was going to take place, it would have a major impact on the economy. I thought the run was a terrible idea, that was my argument. The only thing keeping his side alive was the fact that if they did find all the corpse parts, that economic fall would be dodged. The argument over the corpse was also one to be discussed at the table.

‘What if we don’t find the corpse parts? What if they don’t work? And, if we do, and they do work, the misfortune will be cast against other countries and civilizations. We have declared independence, yes, but we still have many pacts with European countries, and if something happens and it’s pinned on us, we could be looking at civil war, or even world war. Please think this through Governor Valentine, it is extremely dangerous. And what about the money that will be given out to the winners? And what about the people who will kill each other ‘in the name of the law and country’. I simply can not agree to this.’

‘Miss, with all due respect, stop being a pessimist. If we do find the corpse parts, we’ll direct the misfortune to countries with low populations or high crime rates. Or places that are a danger to us and the rest of the world.’

‘But they’ll know it was us. Mr President, do remember that we are not the only country with allies. Yes, maybe we have Europe, but what about Asia, and North Korea? SBR would be the biggest thing to happen in American history, and imagine what the rest of the world would think when they find out we have that kind of weapon. Every bad thing that will happen, our fault or not, will be put onto us!’

His eyes narrowed at me as he glared across the table in pure rage. But then his mask came back up, and he just smiled, sitting back down in his chair, and giggling to himself.

‘A solid opinion Miss, I am glad to have you at this table today, you stood up to me when no-one else did. I applaud you for that. Now, back to the pressing matter, the Economy.’

I got a ping from my phone. I slipped it out of my bag and glanced at it, “Don’t overstep your boundaries, he is the President, don’t forget you’re scum to him.” The text was sent from my manager, a stern guy who respected the president more than he loved his wife and child.

I couldn’t let this shit slide, not this time. New York, board meetings, fake IDs, lies, corrupt governments; they expected me to go along with it. Everyone knew I was 17, and nobody gave it mind. I quickly reached into my bag to grab a box of business cards. There were business cards with numbers from firms, but I also had a few plain white and black ones. I grabbed a white one and scribbled down a few words in cursive. It read, ‘My argument isn’t over yet.’ WIth that, I took the card and slipped it into a piece of plain paper. Somehow, I managed to keep my mouth shut for the rest of the meeting, glaring daggers at the president’s every move. 

When the meeting was over, we all walked towards the exit, I was at the back. The moment I got the chance to, I slipped the paper onto the table, we were both looking each other in disdain as one of his bodyguards stepped forward to take the paper. Valentine’s hand shot down to the paper, slamming onto the desk - I think it even scared the guard.

‘It’s fine, I’ll take this one. Miss, I think you should take your leave.’ I nodded and walked out, slamming the door behind me. The next day I resigned my job at the board, got a new fake ID and thought to myself, I’ll get to the top of the board one way or another. September 25th was my deadline. That was another thing I had heard, they briefly mentioned when SBR would be announced. 3 months. I had 3 months to get my shit together, get to the board, and convince some judge my point. And I had to do all of this under the president’s nose. In a world where women had little control over their country, this was going to be difficult.

In about a month and a half, I had managed to gather a team of people who agreed with my ideals, and we had already started to get protests out. People were queuing up at the white house, at Valentine’s speeches, outside the offices of his meetings. The newspapers were sold out daily. America was divided in this political civil war. I was about to go out for my first ever speech to a small population of people that I wanted to convince. These people weren’t rich, they were normal, like I was once. But they understood what I was telling them. One of the assistants there tried to help my nerves before I went on by telling me to remember toning down on book quotes and to get my message out quickly. Who knew how many red dots I could have on me? And who knew how many undercover spies would be there? Before I stepped out, I grabbed a thin cloth painted with the flag and tied it around my neck. I dressed in typical western style.

The outfit was compiled of a black tank top; a cropped black denim jacket with fringe hanging off the sleeves; black denim flare pants that also had fringe going down the legs; red, heeled riding boots covered by the flared jeans; a black garter that wrapped around the waist and both legs that connected to 2 gun holsters; 2 red, skin tight, leather gloves; a black cowboy hat; black circle-lense sunglasses; and the miniature flag wrapped around my neck. This may all seem crazy: ‘Black in the San Diego heat?’ Well, yes, but this was a new type of cooling material that did most of the work. My stand and hat did the rest of the work.

As I walked out onto the podium, I felt the sun blaze over my skin, it was so warm in San Diego. My pale skin fit with the black denim and fringe. I glanced at my pocket watch and then proceeded to look around as the audience went quiet. To be honest, I looked like the human version of Chariot Requiem. As I looked around, I saw that there were many guards. I knew they were guards from how suspiciously they were dressed. That meant only one thing: the president was here. I still had to make my speech, let him listen.

‘Dear American citizens, I come to you in a time of need to tell you that SBR, formally known as the Steel Ball Run, is only a curse, and so are the corpse parts. It could lead to arguments, disagreements, and even worse, wars.  We shouldn’t believe everything our government says. Who knows what their intentions actually are. Do we want ANOTHER civil war? 

It’s been 25 years, people, only 25. At least wait another 100 before you want to bomb us with your canons again. At least give us time before we have to raise our guns again!’ I was going to go on, but then I heard a gunshot, it came from the back of the crowd where all the guards were situated. Like the red sea, the waves of people parted to form a pathway. Out of the crowd stepped the one person I was the most scared of, President Funny Valentine. Once he got to the bottom of the stage I was standing on, he said, ‘My argument isn’t over yet.’ He took his pink coat off and tossed it into the crowd as he reached his hand up towards mine, was he asking for help onto the stage? I GENTLY kicked his hand away as he rolled his eyes and pulled himself up onto the stage, he sure had the muscles for it, I could see them through his shirt.

I realised I may get my head shot out because I kicked his hand, but I didn’t care. He had the audacity to stand up on MY stage, at MY speech, and tell the world I was wrong. Feeling that I’d had enough, I grabbed one of my guns and pointed it at his head. ‘Enough. Get off the stage, now.’

‘And what if I don’t? You’ll shoot me? Go ahead.’ This man had some serious balls today. That made me think of something. I lowered the gun from his head, down to his crotch. I looked around, all eyes were on the girl who was pointing a gun at the president’s dick. Most of the guards were already closing in, pointing their guns at my head.

‘Where’s my next business card?’

My teeth began to grind together as I ran off stage. I ran to my horse as fast as my legs could carry me. ‘Go Dea, GO!’ My black horse sped out through the town of San Diego and into a neighbouring town where I could spend the night at a motel. I was constantly looking behind me with one of my revolvers in my hand, checking if I was being trailed. I slept at a motel and ate cheap food. The beer was 50 cents, even if I was underage, who would pass up on a price like that? Sometimes I wonder why I’ve sunk so low. In the morning, I woke up and read the newspaper over an old army veteran’s shoulder.

“AMERICAN PROTESTER AGAINST SBR POINTS REVOLVER AT PRESIDENT’S CROTCH. 

Read on to find out more.”

Wow, a lot happens in one night when you’re knocked out. I just wanted to kill him even more now. I decided to go straight to Washington that day. Yes, it would be a really long journey, and I would be alone, but I had to make it before anything else happened. I couldn’t lose all of my standing just because I couldn’t get to a place in time. I was going to give that man a piece of my mind. This time, I might end up shooting him.

Next stop, Washington...

[devil-dxrling]

Unadulterated Kars Smut

Pairing: Kars x Reader

Warnings: Slight smut, mentions of smut, fingering, blade usage.

Words: 1341

Summary: After a day of training with the reader, Kars has had enough of their never-ending flirting.

It was the day after all of the conundrum that happened. I had training with a friend that day, it just so happened that my friend was a god. He was an Aztec God. Kars… No second name given. Like the only person who I haven’t gotten piped by yet. We were just play-fighting and joking around before he got serious and started to actually try and kill me. This was the Kars I knew, quite unfortunately. I kept throwing him compliments and flirting with him, throwing him off guard. It got to a point where he had evidently had enough. He started to walk towards me with that villainous look in his eyes, edge walking, it scared me.

 He grabbed me by the neck and slammed my body into the pillar behind me. ‘I told you not to flirt with me.’ He carried me by the neck around his palace as I squirmed around and choked for air, every now and then I would almost lose consciousness and he would shake me alive. At one point, he stopped walking and threw me. I was on the brink of passing out and then my body crashed into water. The water shook me awake as I lethargically floated, my feet couldn’t reach the bottom of the pool. I looked up and saw him saunter towards me, and I started to float backwards - trying to make more space between me and my impending doom. I was still fully dressed and sweaty from the training. Panic struck when I hit the glass frame of the pool. He kept approaching me until the space between us began to close. I saw hit blades reflect light onto the water as he spun me around and pinned me over the glass. I looked down to see an endless abyss of water and wind. ‘I won’t lie to you, make one wrong move and I’m shoving you over the glass.’ I shoved and splashed around in the water, he couldn’t possibly be serious about all of this. Turns out he was NOT lying. I felt my legs get flipped over my head and wind crashing onto my face. It spun me around and flipped me over as I screamed and accepted my fate. I felt a hand latch onto my wrist, ‘Want me to save you or let you drop?’ I didn’t know if it was all the water or if my eyes just saw how incredibly sexy he was, but I swear I was getting wetter than I wanted to be. The fact that I was and actually shivering in fear and shock didn’t help much either.

‘You have been a nuisance to me all day and I’ve had enough of you. I’ll take you here, in the air if I must.’ His voice split the air and sent shivers don't my spine. My arms clung to his neck as I looked down and saw what awaited me if I were to fall. ‘Would you like me to kiss you before I mercilessly pound into you?’ His words hit like stakes to the heart. I looked put at him and meekly nodded, wanting the slightest comfort in this rather uncomfortable situation. He sighed and leaned in to kiss me, quite passionately, on the lips, before lifting me up to move onto my neck. Sadly, his tender-like state wouldn’t last long. Jolting as I felt one of his hands squeeze my thigh, my gaze shot up at him, ‘Are we seriously doing this here? In the air?’ He shook his head and chuckled as he gently floated down so his feet were just touching the water. ‘It doesn’t need to be in the air,’ he menacingly said as he dropped me into the water. It was funny how I started to flail around, even though I could swim. Then, I saw a large, grey object under the water, so I dunked my head down to look at what it could possibly be. To my surprise, it was a great-white shark. My head shot up from out of the water as I screamed Kars’ name. Where was this bitch when I actually needed him? I looked up to the sky, then back down to the water when I saw something rise to the surface. Was this my end? There he was, all smug and hot, floating next to me with the grin on his face. Jokingly, he pointed out, ‘The Ultimate Lifeform is a pathway to many abilities some consider unnatural.’

‘You jest, Kars-sama.’ Sarcasm came dripping out of my mouth as I clung onto him and asked him to take me away from the water and to somewhere warmer.

‘I’m sorry to say, but I seem to have lost my appetite.’

‘And why is that my dear?’

‘Well, almost being eaten by a shark and scared to death makes one’s emotions change a tad bit, wouldn’t you agree?’ He nodded his head in understanding and came to embrace me as he flew over to a secret cave behind the waterfall. It was a very warm cave and had many naturally heated pools. As I was being put down, my right hand gently grazed over his cheek, in a way to say ‘thank you’. Swiftly, I settled down into a pool and looked towards Kars, who was sitting on some steps by the mouth of the cave, looking at the water falling down into the lake. I got up, warm and wet, and tip-toed towards him, and sat next to him. My arms wrapped around his arm as I leaned into his cold touch. Slowly, I stood up and tried to pull him up with me, as soon as he realised what I was doing, he got up and let me drag him across the cave to that pool I was in. He smiled and chuckled to himself as he sat down next to me. I threw my head back as I felt eyes glazing over me. Feeling the water around me ripple, I closed my eyes and felt the pleasure of the soft waves hitting my body. Out of nowhere, I felt air on my chest, as if someone was breathing, then I felt a pair of lips in the extended crook of my neck as a shiver circled my body. My body slipped into the water further as my back arched, I bit my lip to hold back the obvious pleasure. His lips traced over all the hickeys and bruises from the nights before as he lay down his own in the vacant space. It wasn’t hard for him to find my weak spot, since all who knew it left marks there, but he was smart to know that part would hurt the most, so he did his best to avoid it. His blades slipped down and cut through the thin fabric of my shorts and sports bra, leaving me in my panties. His blades retracted as his fingers slipped down into my panties, rubbing circles into my clit. Before I could react, his fingers moved to slip into my pussy, he looked up at me, ‘Do you want to go any further?’ How could I say no to such a face? My eyes began to water as his fingers pushed in further, 2 was already too much, and I was so sore from the nights before too. I could feel his fingers begin to slip out as my hands rushed to grab his arm, keeping it where it was. It was to no avail. He stood up and gently grabbed my arm, wrapping it around his neck and lifting me up by my thighs, he knew deep down I was in pain. Avoiding the sun, he took me up to his mansion and dried me off with his strong hands. Then he settled me down on his bed and sat next to me. I rested my head on his chest and slowly drifted off to sleep, the peaceful type of sleep I had needed all week.

[devil-dxrling]

Unadulterated JoJo Smut

Pairing(s): Kira x Reader, Dio x Reader, Jonathan x Reader, Kakyoin x Reader x Jotaro

Warnings: Anal, age gap, threesome, balcony sex, shower sex, public sex, double-penetration, stand sex, oral, cock-warming, and many more I can’t remember.

Word count: 3867

Summary: It’s c o m p l i c a t e d.

Here is the story. The wildest night of my life. It was a quiet night with Kira and I was begging him to let me go to a friend’s house. He got pretty jealous because we both knew the house I wanted to go to. All of my friends were going to be there! I thought it was going to be left at that. He would just get mad and I would sneak out. But no, I had to find myself slammed onto the nearest wall and left to nobody’s mercy. 

He spent no time on me whatsoever, getting straight to the point. I hadn’t listened to him, and it was my fault I was being punished. His lips briefly bruised mine as they went down my neck and collarbone, down my chest and close to my-... My thoughts were cut off by a moan. Was that mine? He pulled me by the neck and slammed me down onto his bed, grabbing my hands. Normally he would kiss them, be soft with them; I must have hit a nerve. They were pinned down above my head and I struggled to free myself. It was to no avail. It just made him push down harder. I could feel my circulation cutting off. My stand came up in an attempt to protect me, but was instantly scared away as I saw Killer Queen lurk behind him. I thought Killer Queen would just go away, but it stayed there watching. My clothes were gone before I could react, my attention was on that stand, it scared me. Quickly, he flipped me over on all fours. I was beginning to feel fear. What was he going to do to me? Was it going to hurt? What was-... I was once again cut off by a pain in my backside. I didn’t know what to think of it at first. Out came a barrage of moans and screams in pleasure and agony. Then, out of my mouth came something I never thought I would say in a million years.

‘Kira-san, blow me up baby! Fuck me in the ass and call me your wife! Kira! Oh my god! Blow me up, baby, blow me up.’

My moans echoed through the halls of his empty villa. With a final, deep, sexy, groan, he emptied his explosive cum into my pulsing pussy. It burned through me as I plopped down onto the bed, next to him.

‘So, Kira-san, can I go to Dio’s afterparty?’

He smirked and leaned in for a kiss, ‘Go enjoy yourself baby.’

I quickly dressed back up and jumped into a car. It would be a 30 minute drive to Dio’s castle. I was going for a dinner date with him, some of his friends, and mine. Pucci wasn’t coming, he had work to do in the west and was away. As soon as I got there, I saw Dio outside, staring at the moon. I joined him, sitting next to him. ‘Hello Dio. How have you been?’

‘Good, what about you?’ His deep voice bore through my soul and sent shivers running down my spine.

I smiled and looked at his eyes, then his lips, then they trailed down to his perfectly sculpted abs. Shit, he was hot. I think he read my mind. He walked towards me, towering over me. We were in public, the thought of getting caught made me shake. I was wearing a simple black shirt and skirt, but my shirt wasn't tucked in because I had to leave as soon as I got out of that situation with Kira. His hand went to my waist and proceeded to slip under my shirt. I was bra-less. His hand kept gliding over my bare skin, it was ice-cold and I felt like I was being frozen. He moved me to the wall I was sitting on earlier for support. He knelt down, his hand still up my shirt, groping my left breast. His right hand guided my knee over his shoulder. I knew where this was going…

Me and Dio were always really good friends. At times, too good. We kissed when normal friends didn’t, we had Netflix and Chill at my parents house from time to time, I was 18, he was… Very old. We were VERY good friends. I looked down at him and yanked his hair a little, making me giggle but he came back at me and bit my thigh. I knew he was a vampire, but he didn’t bite to cause me pain - he was playful around me. Normally, he didn’t draw blood. A moan passed my lips as I tried to clench my legs together. Dio didn’t let that happen, he forcefully spread them back up and dove in. I don’t think I will ever have feelings for him in ‘that’ way, but damn, his tongue is that of gods.

‘Dio, fuck, don’t stop.’

‘Why shouldn’t I stop?’ No answer came to his question. I was about to cum, I felt it as I started to vibrate lightly. Just before I peaked, he stopped and got up. Fucking dick edged me. He leaned into my ear, left hand sliding down to massage my aching clit, he whispered, ‘Answer my question.’

‘Please. Just do it.’

‘Do what?’

‘Fuck me daddy!’

He finally got it out of me, the words he had been waiting to hear all night. Out of nowhere, a carriage pulled with a karen-looking chick coming out of it. Her sorrowful boyfriend trailing behind her. Dio grabbed me as we hid behind a thick bush. We heard the woman talk, her voice was high-pitched and nasely, ‘Oh my goodness, honey come look at these beautiful flowers!’ 

The flowers were right next to us. We would have gone unscaved, but of course Dio moved his hands to where they didn’t belong. ‘Fuck you,’ I muttered to him as I felt his hand play with my soaking pussy. He let out a low, quiet chuckle and continued to relentlessly toy with me, bring my lips to his and kissing me on my sweetspots. ‘Did you have some trouble with Kira?’ I guess he saw the hickeys and other shit that merciless bitch had left on my body. I slowly nodded my head but was taken out of my trance and I felt something behind me. Did they find us? No, they didn’t. It was just The World sitting behind me, enjoying the view. I wanted to play with my luck and shifted in the grass a bit, in a way to cause Dio mild discomfort. The thing was that I didn’t get very far. The World viciously grabbed my hair and brought his face up to mine. ‘If you think I’m kissing a piece of metal, you can shove your beliefs right up your posh, British ass.’

As soon as those two idiots were gone, I hauled myself up and grabbed Dio by his perfect, sharp, blonde hair. I yanked him into a heated kiss and told him to us The World and to take us somewhere more private. His definition of private is obviously his bedroom’s balcony, one of THE most spottable places to find someone piping a bitch.

I was rapidly spun around and pinned to the balcony railing. The shock of me possibly falling off the balcony hit me as scream ruptured the night air. Luckily, I come to remember that he does actually care about me. In fact, he cared about me enough to spin us around, so he was leaning on the stone railing. I knew the railing was strong enough to hold about 10-12 people since there was this one time when I was hanging on on his balcony with some of my friends, but it still scared me a bit. Dio looked at me with a glint in his eyes, ‘It’ll be okay, we won’t fall.’ I leaned into his touch as his arms slid around me, it was a frozen embrace. I had almost fully come down from my high unfortunately, but I knew he hadn’t forgotten what just happened. I was waiting for him to make the first move. As I stood there, hugging him in silence, I suddenly realised something that made my cheeks go beet red. ‘Shit,’ I whispered under my breath and looked up to meet Dio’s eyes. ‘What is it?’ he asked. I let out an embarrassed giggle and looked back down, slightly ashamed. ‘Just tell me already, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.’ I let out a sigh, who was I to even think of trying to hide this?

‘Dio, baby, I… I’m… I’m kinda soaked.’ I thought he would just laugh at me, no get all up in my grill! I felt one of his hands trailing down the small of my back and under my skirt. He lifted up my underwear and let out a low laugh. Was it really that bad? ‘My goodness babygirl, you’re dripping.’ ‘For you, I guess.’ The ‘I guess’ at the end was supposed to come out as sarcasm, but I wasn’t sure if he understood. He muttered the word ‘jump’ as he was unbuttoning his pants. He normally dressed pretty casual around me, but this time it was supposed to be an event, so he wore a black suit. His blazer was long gone before we got the balcony and his dress shirt was half undone. Soon as his dick was out of it’s confines, it plunged into me. He gave me a second to adjust and wrap my legs around his waist before he began to pound my pussy with his thick cock. Moans erupted from my throat and I had to hold myself back from screaming, the place around us had some good echo. It was just about time to see if he would let me cum.

‘Please Dio. Senpai let me cum, please!’

‘Well, since you asked so nicely, I’ll allow it.’

‘Ah, ah, AH, DIO, my God, fill me up baby.’

We both came at the same time as we held each other. Carefully, he got off of the railing and carried me over to his shower. After gently undressing me, he steadily put me down and I tried to walk over to the shower. Key word ‘tried’. Instead of me letting me flail around on the floor, he just did the extra work for me and helped me. I could feel the lukewarm water fall over my bare skin and him behind me. It was funny how he was one of the most caring friends I had. He was always there for me. And obviously so was his stand. I felt soap being rubbed over my skin as I slowly opened my eyes. But it didn’t make any sense since Dio’s hands were around my waist. Had he just grown a new pair of arms or something? Well, no not really. It was just The World, casually washing me off like it was an everyday thing that I would be with my best friend in the shower at midnight after 2 rounds of mouth-watering sex. Yeah, normal every day. I felt that now was the time to bask in the brilliance of stands and how useful they could actually be. It wasn’t going to matter anyways since I could feel The World trying to stall from washing me any lower than my waist, so I tried to comfort him. Dio let go of me as I moved towards The World, bringing my arms around his neck, pulling him into what he probably thought was going to just be a hug. My right knee slowly drifted up the stand’s chilling, metal-like leg and to his crotch. Anything that stand would feel, Dio would feel too. The stand just froze in place for a second, as if it was shy, which I didn’t really understand - Dio was one of the most, if not THE most, outspoken person I know. 

I heard a smack and I felt a sting behind me. My head snapped around to look at Dio who stood there smirking, ‘Dirty little whore aren’t you? Using my own stand against me? Where is our darling Copycat Killer? Hm?’ At the sound of her name, she came out. A humanoid stand that was definitely more beautiful and more confident than me.

Copycat Killer, or CK as I called her, carried herself with arrogance and dominance. But that wouldn’t matter when I was around Dio. He grabbed CK by the neck and threw her to the other side of the shower. So that’s how he wanted to play it. Before looking back to The World, I looked at my stand one last time. They were already on their knees, mouth and eyes watering, choking on Dio’s dick - great. And the only bad part was that I could feel myself gagging because it was my stand’s mouth taking him. Luckily, I came up with a plan in the moment. For me to not feel like I’m about vomit, I had to distract him enough so he wouldn’t be concentrating on fucking my brains out. And I knew just how to do that! He always had pretty sensitive abs. Slowly, I started to kneel and drag my hands sensually down the stand’s chest. Wow, this was actually happening. I began to kiss the stand’s abdomen and caress him in all of the places I knew Dio was vulnerable. I even licked up his v-line, which I could tell either pissed him off, or got him harder because it didn’t take long before he emptied out into my stand’s throat. I guess it was my turn to be yanked by the hair…

After that whole ordeal was over, I got dressed and we went downstairs to the actual party. Since I wasn’t really dressed for the part, I was just going to see who was there, say hello, and be on my way. I had called Jonathan to send me a cab to his place since he was only about 10 minutes away from this place. I waved to some of my friends and walked towards the door when I saw two very close friends of mine, Giorno Giovanna and Bruno Buccaratti. I told Dio to wait for me outside and I went to greet them. Bruno was the first to talk between the two. ‘Ciao, bella,’ he said in his milky Italian accent as Giorno followed up with an underwhelming, ‘Cioa.’ I kissed them on both cheeks and told them it was great to finally see them. I also told them to save me a seat to Italy when they left again, to which they both laughed and nodded. Still don’t know if it was a yes or no. As I got to Dio’s side, he straight up burned me, ‘Straight from one dick to two more huh?’

‘Are you just jealous ‘cause he’s your kid?’

‘No, he’s 18 now, he can do what he wants to. I don’t care anymore.’

‘Sure. Anyways, the cabs here. I’m going to head off. Thanks for tonight, I love spending time with you. Now, go and enjoy yourself, you’ve almost missed your whole party!’ He laughed and gave me one final kiss on the cheek before leaving me to go off to Jonathan’s house. Once I got into the cab, I realised that maybe he wasn’t wrong.

Once the cab pulled up outside I got out and sent him a text. ‘Did you pay the driver?’ He responded with a ‘Yes.’ Then, I sent the second question on my mind, ‘Where do I find you?’ His house was a bit smaller that Dio’s, but I knew my way around Dio’s castle better than his house because I had been there so many times. I knew the basics of Jonathan’s house.

The main living area, the dining room, the garden, the kitchen, a few bathrooms, a guest bedroom, the library, his study, and his bedroom. ‘My study,’ was the reply he sent, short and sweet - like him, if you exclude the short part. He had a similar physique to Dio but Dio was taller. He was the sweetest person I knew and I could always rely on him. He was a very brotherly figure. But, if I’m being honest, I have thought of him as a sort of ‘step-brother’ from time to time (if you catch my drift).

I continued to walk through the mansion, the door was left open for me and so I let myself in. Finding my way to his study, I looked at his décor. I found something new every time I was there. I saw him sitting at his desk reading a book. I walked towards him. We smiled at each other and I saw something that caught my eye. A book. I walked towards it but managed to trip over a pile of books in the shadows that I didn’t see before. Jonathan moved his desk light to where he heard the thud of me tripping. No words fell from his lips. Shit, my skirt! I got up without saying anything, a blush spread over my face, tinting it. We stared at each other for a moment when I saw his bulging boner. ‘You want help with that?’ I knew it was a taboo thing to ask of, but hey, my night was already crazy as hell! He got really flustered and started to heat up. ‘Yes or no?’ Embarrassed, he nodded his head. I took the book and set it down on the desk. Gracefully, I straddled his lap and began to unbutton his trousers, now tight around his hard.

I slipped off his boxers just enough for his dick to spring out. Before going any further, I looked back up at him for consent. He nodded, flustered. Before slipping him into me, I gave him one stroke up the thick vein on the back of his cock, it worked for, like, everyone. I was sure it would, and it did. Swiftly, I took him. Not all at once though. He was very girthy, so I had to take my time adjusting. My arm swung around to the table, grabbing his book, and giving it to him. ‘Read, I’ll stay here.’ The only way he would be able to calm down was if his nose was in a book. Every now and then, when he would get very into the book, I would grind on him and take him in deeper. Sometimes my fingers traced his jawline, sometimes his clothed biceps. It felt warm, leaning on his soft shoulder, padded by the layers of clothing he would normally wear. That night, he cummed about 3 times. All I had to do was cause his dick a bit of discomfort. Luckily, I was constantly on birth control since I knew an accident would cause problems with the numerous people I can fuck in one night.  Every time I would nearly fall asleep, something would happen, but the last time, nothing happened, and I fell asleep. How did I fall asleep with a dick shoved up me? Please don’t ask.

In the morning, I woke up in the guest room that I was oh-so familiar with, not even his bed. There was a note on the nightstand,

“My dear angel, I let you sleep in the guest bedroom for your own privacy, and so I also wouldn’t have to wake you up when I left for work. You will find everything you need in the bathroom, including your clothes, which have been washed. It was lovely to see you. 

Sincerely, JoJo.”

What a gentleman. I got ready, had a shower, washed my face, took a pregnancy test (you can never be too sure), and got out of there. I said goodbye to the other residents there and got into the cab that was probably called for me.

 That’s when I checked my phone. I was spammed by Kakyoin and Jotaro because I should have had breakfast with them this morning, it’s already 10 in the morning so it’s a bit late for that. They probably thought I was dead. As soon as I got home, I went to Holly’s house and asked her where the boys were. ‘In Jotaro’s bedroom dearie, they’re playing video games!’ Of fucking course they are. They’re friend could have possibly been kidnapped, but they’re playing video games. When I got up to Jotaro’s room, I didn’t bother knocking, and just walked in. Jotaro saw me and rolled his eyes, but Kakyoin jumped to me and started flooding me with questions.

‘Are you okay?’

‘Is this your clone?’

‘Are you really here?’

‘What happened last night?’

‘She probably got piped one too many times,’ of course it was Jotaro to spoil the minute.

‘Actually, to correct, it was only, like, 3 people.’

Their jaws dropped after I said that. Then Kakyoin went into Sherlock mode:

‘Okay, so obviously Kira because you were at his house, which makes me want to vomit because of your age gap, but if that makes me vomit then I might pass out because I’m guessing you’ve also fucked our immortal nemesis. Who would be the third?’

Wow, how the fuck did he get that all? ‘How did you know about Dio’s party?’ Then Jotaro spoke facts, ‘Dumb bitch, everyone knew about it. We have the same friends.’ They kept going on, and on, and on about it for what felt like hours until they asked me who the third person was. ‘Just a humble Jonathan Joestar.’ Once again, their jaws dropped. ‘How did that actually happen?’ To be fair, Kakyoin had the right to ask. ‘Well, my dear cherry, I just so happened to trip over a pit of books and land face-down, ass-up.’

‘Of course you did,’ they both said in unison. Their faces only spoke trouble.

‘So when do we get our turn?’ I don’t even remember who said it, probably the cherry. I was still in a daze from what happened and my friends just asked me to fuck them. This wasn’t going to end well.

Jotaro shut off the console and put the remotes back as Kakyoin summoned his stand. What was he going to go with that? Hierophant Green pinned me down by my ankles and Star Platinum grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. They all stared at me like hungry, rabid animals.

Star Platinum tantalisingly removed his loincloth to reveal one of the girthiest dicks I had ever seen, maybe even thicker than Jonathan’s. It was in my mouth before I could react. Then Jotaro slammed his cock up my ass, and Kakyoin slipped into my soaking pussy. It went on like that for almost half an hour. My eyes were watering and every part of my body was sore as hell. Finally, they let me go and have a shower and get dressed. I said goodbye to them and headed off, back to my parents house. On the walk, my limp reminded me of one last, crucial thing.

‘Shit I promised my friend I’d train with them tomorrow.’