#I’m literally just reading. but I punched my bed so hard my teeth jolted because they LOOKED at each other on the battle field

[chaosciara]

sometimes I wish I came with an automatic warning label when someone casually mentions a thing I’m into

❌WARNING: THIS PERSON IS INSANE ABOUT THIS SUBJECT MATTER. THEY DO NOT LOVE IT IN A NORMAL COHERENT CIVILISED MANNER. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION OR CHANGE THE TOPIC❌

[jaeminscoffee]

Infuriate (m.)

Infuriate- to make someone extremely angry and impatient.

Pairing- Kim Dongyoung x reader

Genre- Smut, Fluff towards the end.

Warnings- dom!doyoung, brat!reader, rough sex, overstimulation, edging, spanking, degradation kink.

Word count- 3.04k

Summary- Pissed Doyoung equals a long night.

(This kinda has references to the kdrama it's okay to not be okay, where gangtae is munyeongs safety pin, but it has my own twist so if you read the story and it feels similar to the kdrama, that's why XD)

Doyoung is known for being the best boyfriend, and you agree. He is in fact the best boyfriend you could ask for. You on the other hand, are known for being a rebel. You were different from the others. You needed someone to be around you so that you wouldn't be constantly punched in the face. That's the sole reason Doyoung fell for you. You didn't give into things as fast as the others. 

In fact, you and Doyoung started off as enemies. One sided hate as you absolutely abhorred his pretty face. His whole 'oh I'm so modest, i never make mistakes so I'm boring' personality pissed you off. He didn't know how to have fun, that was your first impression of him. 

But in reality, Doyoung is way far off from what you'd initially thought. He just needed a pull at a particular string to tick him off, and that thrill of Doyoung turning into a totally different person was what kept you going. 

Doyoung is what your friends called, your safety pin. 

But staying along with you for as long as over two years, he had slowly started losing his sanity, not literally but a little there. He'd started growing less patient each day.

Seeing him burn with anger makes you feel things people are normally not supposed to feel. 

So here you are, trying your extreme best to get your boyfriends attention. By ignoring him. 

"Y/n? Could you get me my phone?" Doyoung asked, looking up from his laptop screen to you who was seated across him, legs hanging over the armrest of your couch, dressed in only an oversized shirt, which of course is his. 

You were on your phone when he called for you, "Hm? " you ask, looking up. "could you please get my phone?" you act as though you're thinking when Doyoung asked you for the second time. "Where is it?" he pointed at the hallway leading to your room with one hand, the other busy typing words quickly.

"Nah, too far" you resume playing on your phone. This is a chance. He needs to have fun. He's been so occupied with his work lately that he's done nothing other than wake you up with a cup of coffee and then kiss you good night. That's it.  

"No..?" he looks up again, confused. "Yeah. No" you emphasize the word 'no'. "come on baby i can't get up right now, please?" he looks at you in a pleading manner. You let out silent giggles, "i can't get up either" he raised his eyebrows at your words, "Why?" Doyoung asked, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"because… i don't want to." you look up once again, giving him a smile. "Y/n please" he said, dragging the word please. "No babe, I'm comfortable right now, i don't want to get up" you wiggle on the couch. 

You hear Doyoung let out a sigh. "Can you come here for a second?" Teasing him is all fun and games until he loses it. Which is exactly what you were aiming for. "didn't i just say i don't want to get up? Jeez honey you're slow". You see his features go hard for a second, massaging the entirety of his face with his hands. "Y/n." 

"Yeaahh?" you ask, having a huge smile on your face. "Come here" he shifted in his seat in a way where he was leaning forward, arms resting on his legs, looking at you with a stoic expression. 

"Nope". 

"Last chance. Come here" he said, looking at you with a daring expression. 

"and I'm telling you for the last time. Nope"  

He got up from his seat, walking around the table and towards the couch. "you're really asking for it aren't you?". Doyoung asked the minute he reached you. "Asking for what? Babe are you okay?" you him, seeing him clench his jaw as you suppress a chuckle from escaping your lips.

"Oh you won't be in a while" He said, picking you up bridal style because of the way you were sitting on the couch. You finally let out the laughter you'd been holding in, which only infuriated Doyoung more. "You're getting angry over this? Thought you'd be better than that" you say, looping your arms around his neck for support, playing with his hair, placing a kiss on his cheeks. "Don't try your luck babe. It's better if you'd just shut up"

With that he started walking towards your room, opening the door in a swift motion, not even bothering to close it, and threw you onto the bed in a not so soft manner. "And? What are you gonna do if I want to try my luck, punish me?" you sat up criss cross on the bed, as Doyoung pulled his shirt over his head. He gave you his infamous glare. Oh you knew that look so well. 

"How about you find it out yourself?" he said, walking into the closet and getting a belt out. "Spanking? Oh dear, I'm so scared" you say, sarcasm dripping from your tone, "Come on Doyoung i know you can do better than that-" "Shut the fuck up." he came back from the closet, his gaze harder than ever, no signs of lust, nothing. Just pure anger. On the contrary though, you were soaked, his tone being one of the factors, the other being you being overly excited of what Doyoung's going to do with you.

"But I don't want to, so make me." you stick your tongue out at him. His jaw clenching harder at the sight. "such a fucking brat" he mumbled under his breath. "Get on all four, slut" his voice had gone dangerously low. You were a little scared alright, but that's the point. 

His anger just made sex so much better. 

"nope" you answer, leaning back lying down on the bed. "bitch" Doyoung said loud enough for you to hear and dropped the belt he held onto the bed, getting onto it himself pulling you down towards the edge of the bed, which was totally unexpected for you so you let out a yelp.

"You're gonna have to own up to your sorry ass now" Doyoung said, looking straight into your eyes before flipping you over with his hands around your waist, gripping your hips once you were stomach flat on the mattress, pulling it up so that your ass was up, basically forcing you into all four, lifting your (his) shirt above your waist. 

"Oh? No panties? You were planning this weren't you? Such a fucking slut" he spoke through gritted teeth, his tone, his actions, his aggressiveness all just turned you on more, "Look at you, you're dripping love" he said parting your cheeks, dipping a finger into your slit.

"You're going to be begging for me to stop by the time I'm done with you" he retreated his fingers causing you to let out a whine. "Stop being all barks and no bites, Doyoung-" you said pushing your hip back, you hear Doyoung let out a shaky breath, moving back to get the belt he had discarded not that long ago. 

"Count, bitch" and there landed one on your left cheek with the metal side of the belt. "I don't want to-" you scream as he holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling it back with aggression. 

"I asked you to fucking count so do it, or watch me leave you here all desperate" that's the last thing you want. You'd acted annoying all week for this, you couldn't just have him leave. "I see, so you don't want to obey, eh? Cool with me-" he said, taking a step back from where he stood. "No! No, please.. " Doyoung smirked. 

Gotcha. 

"Hm..? Please what?" he stood with his arms crossed, the belt still in his hand. "please, I'll obey, just.. Just please don't leave me here" you said, letting down the act you had, melting completely when his hands went back to your core. "then count baby, i don't have the entire day" he retreating, raising his hands up high and letting the metal hit your cheek. "One..", another one landed on top of the last one, this time it stinged, you whined out a complaint,

"Two." then another, "T-three, Doyoung th-that hurts.." you said, tears now flowing down your cheek as a tiny cut had formed due to the metal breaking through the skin. "Does it now? Thank you for the information" he smacked once more. You scream out, "Four,-" he stopped for a while, admiring the bruises now forming on your skin. It looks like it hurts, but you love it and he knows it. He landed another one using his hands this time. "F-five, fuck.." 

You were a sucker for Doyoung manhandling you, this was what you meant when you said that he was the exact opposite from what you thought he was. 

You were caught off guard when he flipped you once again, you wince out as you ass hit the sheets, the burning sensation sending waves of pleasure right into your core that you moan out. 

He looked at you, face to toe, looking so ethereal with tears running down your cheeks, chest heaving up and down to catch your breath, he leaned down, capturing your lips in a rough kiss, sinking his teeth into your bottom lips a little too hard, drawing the tiniest amount of blood out of it.

You hadn't realised, but you'd been crawling up the bed along with Doyoung's body on top of you, as he removed your (his) shirt and threw it back, hand immediately cupping your breast through the material of your bra, causing you to let of a loud moan, mouth wide open. Doyoung took this opportunity to slip his tongue in, exploring the entirety of your mouth, fingers snaking around your body to unhook your bra.

Once that was off your body, Doyoung lowered himself just enough to draw a circle around your nipple, the sensation feeling so good as you squirm, moans and whimpers leaving your mouth as he toyed with your breast. 

He looked up, finally giving you time to breath, "Tsk, look at you, all fucked up just from a little spanking, aren't you a whore for me." his face had an extremely sadistic look to it. His hands made its way down your body, touching your sex, you jolt forward.

"Stay still." he said in a stern tone. He looked at you one last time, looking at your doe eyes staring at him with so much expectation. "Do you think you deserve this?" he asked, the tip of his fingers poking into your core which made you jerk your hips up. "Y-yes! I obeyed everything..-everything you told me to!".

He dipped his fingers a little more, halfway in, "If you promise to stay quiet, you'll get the reward." he spoke, finally shoving the entire finger in as you look at him with your eyes wide open. He slid his fingers in and out at an extremely fast pace, your eyes were tight shut, your hands gripping onto his shoulder from sliding back the sheets. 

Your eyes had still remained shut when you felt the warmth of his skin leave your palm, you opened your eyes to see him completely lowered down, still having his fingers moving, his face directly in front of your core.

Seeing you look at him, he smirked before latching his lips onto your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves around with his tongue. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, Doyoung felt it too as your walls clenched around his fingers. Your hands were over your mouth to keep yourself from letting out any sound. 

When you were at the brink of your orgasm, you felt Doyoung's teeth graze over your clit, causing you to let out a loud moan by accident, regretting almost immediately as he completely stopped his actions causing you to let out a cry. "Come on! I was so close!" Doyoung smiled at you sweetly, "but you made a noise, honey" you were beyond frustrated. "But that's your fault!" you hit his forearm as Doyoung let out a chuckle,

"And you say you deserve a reward huh?" he said causing you to shut your eyes, tears running down as you blink continuously, feeling your high go further and further away. "Yes, If it weren't for your insanely good head giving skills i wouldn't have-" you got cut off by your own moan, as Doyoung shoved his fingers back into you. "You talk a lot".

Your orgasm was now fast approaching, your walls aching due to the constant fast rubbing of his fingers. "Doyoung, oh god, fuck-" you clench around his fingers a little harder. 

"You seem close," he said, the smirk still plastered on his face. His fingers moved faster, you grip onto his hand as you finally reach the long awaited high. 

You let out a squeal of pain, closing your legs tight shut as he kept going, "Did i say you're done?" he pry opened your thighs, tears rolling down faster and more frequently, as Doyoung, for the second time latched onto your clit. 

"Doyoung no i can't fuck-" you felt him chuckle against your bud, the vibration sending you off the edge the second time that night. You flinch away from him when you felt him sucking on the sensitive bud, thighs shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. 

You were too busy trying to catch your breath to notice Doyoung, all rid of his clothes making his way onto the bed once again. 

You were tired, obviously. You didn't know if you could take anymore but it's not like you had a choice.

He looked at you, the look on his face made you whimper, as he once again dragged you towards the edge of the bed using your ankle. "Oh baby, what happened to talking back? Hm?" he asked, lifting your chin up with his index. "D-doyoung.." you rasp out, shutting your eyes tight and opening it again to clear out the blur. "Do you even deserve my dick after how you'd been acting all these days?" you look up at him, Doyoung let out a chain of curses under his breath because of the way you were looking at him. 

"Answer me, bitch. Do you think you deserve it?" he brought his hands down onto your clit, giving it a smack causing you to jolt up. "n-no.." you manage to let out as his fingers never seemed to have left your clit, drawing circles on it with a fast pace. Doyoung watched as you squirm, 

"Then should i be fucking you right now?" he asked, biting his lips, as he watched you arch your back approaching the third orgasm, "beg for it." he said, continuing his actions at a slower pace, the tip of his member entering your core. "Please, Doyoung.. " you say, voice hoarse. "Try again, you know you can do better than that babe" he said, mocking your words from before. 

"Please, Doyoung, please just fuck me, pleas-" he waited no longer and shoved his length into your wetness, squelching noises being produced as he moved his hips at a fast pace in and out of you. You couldn't even scream at this point, voice completely gone due to previous screaming.

The feeling was overwhelming and you were beyond sensitive, Doyoung didn't mind your cries, it being hooded by his own groans as your walls felt just right around his member. "Fuck baby, don't i fuck you e-enough? How are you this tight?" he questioned between thrusts. You moan at his words. He picked up one of your legs, placing it over his shoulder, gripping your thighs tight, the grip would most certainly leave a bruise the next morning.

This new angle allowed him to reach deeper, hitting the one spot that had you clench around him harder. "Doyoung, stop-" you cry out, not really wanting him to stop, and he knew that. 

"Really babe? You want me to stop? Fuck..say the safe word then" his powerful thrusts turning sloppier as he approached his high. You said nothing, whimpering in return as you heard Doyoung scoff. "You could never have enough huh? Such a fucking whore for me" he said. 

He slowed down just a bit as soon as you reached your orgasm, twitching harder, clenching even more around his shaft. 

"shit shit shit.." Doyoung groaned out, looking down at where his length disappeared in and out of you, shutting his eyes close seeing your essence drip out of you and onto the sheets. 

"Doyoung..! " you scream out, jolting up and wrapping your hands around his shoulder as you felt him thrust in deep one last time before shooting his seeds into you. "Fuck, god.." he whined, riding out his high. 

Doyoung pulled out of you, watching his seeds along with yours drip out, as he collected those with his finger and shoved it back into you. 

You try pushing him away as the pleasure now turned into pain "Doyoung, i really can't.-" you sob out, but Doyoung didn't stop, fingering you into a lazy orgasm, which had you clenching your abdomen out of pain. 

Doyoung watched your face churn in pain and pleasure, body covered with sweet and bruises, as he placed a kiss on your temple. 

He got out of the bed, picking you up, and walking towards the bathroom. 

"Are you okay, babe?" he asked, opening the door of the bathroom. You lightly smack his chest. As you look at him with a pout. 

"I hate you so much" your voice came out feeble. 

"Want to go for a second round and see if you can still say you hate me?" he raised his eyebrows up in a teasing manner, laughing when he saw your eyes widen, shaking your head frantically. 

"No!"

[wafflewarriors]

Never Fear (The Winchesters Are Here)

Catch You Later

You wanted to scream in frustration.

You and Sam had been wrapping up a wendigo case. The wendigos had been twins, so you had split off. You and Sam taking on the first one, and Dean on the other side of the park taking the second.

Shortly after ganking the first wendigo twin, Dean called Sam for backup… which apparently didn't include you, because Sam hadn’t even blinked when he abandoned you with the Impala.

It was ten miles up this stretch of road. Course, it wouldn’t take Sam very long. But you? That was at least a two-hour walk, if not three. Running would be faster, but you were wiped after being out in the blistering sun all day.

The sky was dimming, too. Even if you had ganked the wendigo, walking alone in the woods at dark was a big hunter no-no. Your pistol was useless against a wendigo, and Sam had taken the flare gun.

You could take a shortcut through the woods to get to the campground. Less than a half a mile in, and you'd be right next to tents and RV’s. Surely you could hitch a ride from that point, if not, hot-wire a car.

With that, you veered off the trail. The terrain was muddy and covered with old, dead leaves. "Stupid Winchesters," you said, kicking at the tall grass and brooding. It was like you were a freaking balloon. Appealing, but easily forgotten. Replaceable. Dispensable.

You kicked again at a tree and a rock. And when that wasn't satisfying, you kicked a patch of grass.

Excruciating. Pain.

Your vision whited out, momentarily going numb, then refocusing entirely on your leg. Your scream echoed back into your ears.

You had fallen. You wheezed, trying and failing to collect yourself before finally sitting up. Carefully, you moved your leg in front of you to look at the injury. Your teeth tore at your lip to hold back a scream when the movement jolted your leg.

It was a bear trap. The muscle and fat had cushioned most of the blow, but it had cut deep enough to let blood seep into your jeans.

You could still wiggle your toes, which was a good sign. It wasn’t like the movies; they designed bear traps to catch the leg of a bear, not cut it off. But holy hell if it didn’t feel like it had.

You need to push down on the springs. Dean's voice bounced around in your head.

"Springs…" you muttered. "Okay, okay, springs." You pressed down on each of the springs with all your might and the trap pried open. You pulled your leg out, releasing the trap altogether and letting it snap onto itself.

With your leg free, you rolled your jeans up so you could assess the damage. You had multiple stabs from where the spikes drove into your skin, and each spike had made about a centimeter long incision into your calf. You had dry blood caked along your leg, so it was hard to see how bad it really was.

Wearing layers as a hunter always came in handy. You ripped a large strip of fabric from your shirt, wrapping it around your leg wound; zipped your jacket closed; and pulled your jeans down over the wound, thankful that they were dark enough to hide the blood stain.

Now, to get help. Sam took the flares, so you pulled out your phone. You could probably call emergency numbers. Except… the Winchesters didn’t need ambulances, cops, or authorities snooping around until this Wendigo thing blew over. You would just be putting more people in danger.

You scrolled through your contacts, muscle memory bringing you to Dean's number first, since it was alphabetical.

It rang for two beats before something clicked.

"Hey, what's up?"

You fell back with relief. "Dean, hey, could you pick me up? Your stupid brother left me stranded out here."

You could almost feel the glare Dean was giving his brother in his voice. "Course, where are you?"

It would probably be smarter if you had him pick you up on the trail, rather than search for you. "Sammy knows where it is. Same stretch of road."

You could walk back. It wasn’t too far.

"Alright. Be there in a few." And then he hung up.

You wiped the stray tears from your eyes and prepared yourself. You stood with the help of a tree, teetering. Your leg was painfully tender, and your knees rocked under your weight.

It was possible to walk, sure, and it wasn't far on two good legs, but you had largely underestimated the effort you were going to need to get there.

You were going to take a helluva long nap when this was all over.

///

When you made it to the road, you took it upon yourself to sit down at a large stump. The day had faded into night, and you could hear the raccoons shrieking.

Finally, the low rumble of the Impala could be heard over the cicadas. You stood, albeit a little wobbly, and somehow walked closer to the road without limping.

Headlights washed over the ground and made long shadows. Dean's window was rolled down, and his eyes drank you in. Satisfied that you didn't look too roughed up, he motioned to the back door.

Sam had a tight smile. "Hey, I'm sorry about—"

"It's cool," you said. "Seriously. No harm done, I just wanna get back to the motel and shower." Well, yes harm done, but the shower is the escape. I just need to escape for a little while. The last thing you wanted was the Winchesters getting all freaked.

Dean looked at you a little skeptical. "Forgiven that easy? Dude, if he had done that to me I'd've punched him."

Sam scowled at his brother.

You laughed. "Yeah, well, I'm not one for grudges. I know he didn’t mean it." Or did he? Then, you went quiet.

Dean was giving you ‘the look’ in the rearview mirror, and you tried not to acknowledge it, but you could tell that he knew something was off. Did you leave blood somewhere?

"You sure you're okay? You're kinda pale," he questioned.

You wanted to retaliate, to shout, Dean, shut up, I'm literally fine. But then he would know. So you shrugged instead. "I'm cool." You stretched, careful to set your leg somewhere comfortable before resting your head on the window.

The peace didn't last long. The Impala went over a pothole, jostling your leg and you cursed out loud before you could bite your tongue.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"I'm trying to nap back here," you snapped. "You’re shakin' the whole car."

"My bad."

You rolled your eyes.

The rest of the ride went fine. Until you had to get out of the car. You swung your leg around, but when you put pressure on it, you nearly fell on your face. Fortunately, you caught yourself, gingerly shifting your weight onto your other leg.

"I knew it. I knew you were hurt," Dean growled, coming over to haul you up by the shoulder. "Why do you insist on hiding this stuff from us?"

You let him shoulder most of your weight, leaning on him. "Because you baby me!"

"We don't baby you, we make sure you're freaking okay, so we don't screw your injuries up even more. And you're not really the reliable type," Dean said, scowling.

He pulled you into the motel a little roughly. He was irate—the upturn of his lips were not a smile, rather, a sneer. Yeah, he was sick of your crap. You didn’t blame him.

He sat himself on the bed across from you, clapping his hands together. "Let’s see it."

You didn’t move. You needed to explain first. "Dean, before you—"

"No. I don’t want to hear it."

"I was—"

He said you name in a low, warning tone.

Welp. You let your shoulders drop, sulking. "You’re not gonna like it."

"I figured, when you decided not to tell me about it. Show me the damn wound, or so help me—"

"Promise you won’t yell."

"I’m not making promises I can’t keep."

That shut you up. You reached down reluctantly. Rolling up your jeans, you brought your eyes to the wall. You didn’t want to see his face. When he was silent for longer than you were comfortable with, you mumbled, "It was a bear trap."

"Yeah, I’m seeing that," he snapped.

That's when Sam walked in with the bags. His expression crumpled. He murmured your name in alarm, tossing the bags on the adjacent desk. He looked so disappointed in you. "What the hell? You said you were—"

"I was fine. Cool. Yeah, I know. I lied, okay?" you admitted uncomfortably. "You two are just a bit overwhelming sometimes. I was going to tell you—"

"When? When were you going to tell us?" Dean barked.

You knew Dean loved you and was protective, but sometimes he was so pushy. "I don’t—I was handling it, okay?"

Sam’s expressions shifted into realization. "Hold up, did you walk back to the road?"

Dean analyzed you, and did not like his findings. "She did," he announced. "She freaking—" he stood up and disappeared into the bathroom.

You sighed, pulling your head into your hands.

Sam shook his head. "The bear trap would have been in the woods, and we picked you up at the road."

"I took a brief detour, which never would have happened if you hadn’t ditched me!"

Sam snapped his mouth shut.

Dean came out of the bathroom with a med kit. "Lets see how bad this thing is." You stuck your leg out on display, wincing as you placed it on the bed.

Dean dug out the alcohol and cotton balls. Right. He had to sterilize the wound.

Not much missed Dean Winchester. He could read your body language pretty dang well. He watched as you stiffened, and his expression softened. He nodded to Sam, who moved to sit beside you on the bed.

You breathed deep, a slow panic setting in, and it hitched as Sam’s hands fell onto your shoulders. "Relax your shoulders", he said. "It’s going to sting a little, but it's nothing you can’t handle."

Winchesters. In all irony, as much as they left you in the worst freaking moments, they were also there when you needed them afterward.

Or maybe that was just you getting sentimental before Dean agitated a painful wound of yours.

You hissed as he first dabbed the cotton ball onto the lacerations. He wasn’t harsh with it, but he wasn’t gentle, either. His movements had a clinical urgency to them— quick and fluid.

You leaned into Sam’s loose embrace, which tightened a little as you settled yourself.

Dean hummed at his work. "You’re lucky. It worked deep, but it’s nothing that some stitches can’t fix. You’ll have some ugly bruising tomorrow, though."

That was some good news. You sent them a soft smile. "Thanks, guys. Really. I know I can be a bit… secretive. Sorry for that."

"We just want you to open up a little more. That’s all we’re asking."

You huffed a little laugh, then squirmed as Dean drove the needle in for the first stitch. "I wonder who I learned it from."

Dean drove in the next stitch a little harder.

"Hey! Ow! Okay, okay. I'll… open up."

"Good."

[into-crazy]

My own purely self indulgent thoughts on J with a female s/o with long hair

So my hair is very long, like down to my butt long. And all I can think about are the possibilities that would tie into that being with J. Feel free to read if you got long gorgeous locks. Don't worry, I got love for all you short haired beauties, too💘 I just wrote this from my(first person) perspective since I've had long hair for a long time. Sorry if this sucks.

General/regular occurrences..

J doesn't care much for physical appearances. Hell, the man barely cares about his own. He can go days without showering, brushing his teeth, or removing his greasy layer of face paint to reapply a fresh one.

Whenever he catches me flat ironing or attempting a nice ponytail would he make snarky comments.

"Ya know, all that time an' effort ya spend is pointless when I'm just gonna mess it up later."

But he can silently appreciate the effort I put into styling my hair. Seeing he has no choice because I'm going to do it anyway.

J finds it amusing how my hair has an attitude of it's own. Whichever way I move it follows with the same energy. He's very observant and can usually tell what mood I'm in because of it. When I'm happy, it's wild and bouncy; I'm in a bad mood, it's flat and lifeless.

My braids tend to be very long and thick. J likes to run his hand down the length, pretending to feel the silky grooves just to give my hair a light tug when he reaches the end.

Let's be real, J's gentle is not so gentle as he's naturally rough. So sometimes when he does that it literally snatches me off guard with a jolt that never fails to wake me up.

Occasionally he'll give a slight pull as he's walking by just to get on my nerves. Snickering while he quickly struts away before I have a chance to swat him back. Or a light punch depending on how hard he tugged.

There are times he threatens to chop my hair. He knows how much I love my length, so he'll do it to mess with me. A pair of scissors or one of his sharp switchblades in hand. He'll motion it at my locks with intent to cut. Running his gaze along my strands as he twirls the deadly article in his hand.

I almost think he's seriously going to go through with it sometimes. Especially when he get's that unreadable mischievous look in his darkened eyes.

"I think you're ah, overdue for a trim y/n. How about ya let me give ya a new look, hm?" He muses.

"Don't even think about it J." I back away warily.

Laying in bed with him..

We're both asleep, when all of a sudden something pulls me from my slumber. My hair feels.. caught. Snagged under something heavy and I can't move my head. I grab my hair, barely able to look to his side, I see that he's laying right on top of it. Sprawled on his back, with my hair trapped under him.

Though annoying, it is an accident. He moves in his sleep and I sleep with my hair down so it does tend to fall everywhere.

I try pushing him to the side to get him off without waking him. I don't want to wake him because he's finally sound asleep after running days without it any sleep at all. But he's heavy and won't budge. I have no choice, I can't move.

"J.." I continue pushing his weight and he rumbles coming from his own slumber. "J.. get off."

He wakes up, mumbling confusingly as I push him away, "What-what the hell are ya doing?"

I fist at my trapped locks attempting to yank them free. "My hair, you're on my hair."

Turning his gaze to look at where I am caught. "Ahh," he starts laughing, nasally and amused with my pathetic struggle to free myself. "Am I?" He turns to lay on his side, facing me with his head propped on his hand.

"Yes! Would you get off please?" I whine in frustration. Finally he lifts himself up enough for me to yank my locks out.

"Whoops." He mocks with a shit eating grin.

"You're an ass." I gather and twist all the strands together. Tucking them far away from him.

"I uh, didn't even know your hair was stuck under there. I wake up to ya pawing an' pushing at me yet I'm the ass?"

I huff rubbing my scalp. "Whatever, you're still an ass for laughing."

"Well, tie ya hair up and keep it outta the way, doll. Or else, next time that happens it's staying there." He teases rolling over on top of me. Trapping all of me under his warm body.

Then, ya know moving onto a more NSFW topic..

J gripping it together into a tight fist while pounding into me hard from behind. While one of his leather clad hands is wrapped snug in my hair he uses the other to grab and slap my ass.

He uses it like a rope to tug my head to any side he pleases so he can kiss, lick, and bite at my neck.

Tightening his hold to where it hurts while he whispers all kinds of wonderful, dirty things in my ear.

"Ya like that, don't ya?" He whispers huskily in my ear. Using his hold to make me nod the answer to his question.

"Fuck- yes J!" I moan in response following the movement.

His chest rumbles in satisfaction, "Yeah, I uh, I know ya do. My dirty little girl, always so eager for my cock. Always so eager to please."

There are times where I make it easier for him by braiding my hair beforehand. He rather enjoys that. Finds it more convenient. Easier to grab, easier to to maneuver.

J can get real creative during sex.

He'll twirl the secure-ish rope strands, wrapping it around my neck(yes my hair's long enough to do that, don't ask me how I know)

He'll tug me up with him. My back flat against his heaving torso while he continues to pound mercilessly in into me at a bruising pace. Groaning and growling against my sweat dampened cheek, his greasepaint smearing all over my neck and face.

He doesn't do it as to where it's completely crushing or cutting off too much of my air supply. Only dipping into that during punishments.

Telling by my walls clamping tighter around his length and the lewd whines escaping my mouth. He knows that I enjoy it. How I get off from having him choke me even with my own hair. The thought of it drives him wild.

Had to take a little break from my series to get this off my chest. Been thinking about this all day. Especially the lying in bed one for some reason😩

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Forever with the Devil (Chapter 4)

(Chapter 1 link here)

(Chapter 3 link here)

„Darling, where are you?“ Lucifer called out as he entered his penthouse.

„Bedroom.“, she answered sleepily.

„Excellent.“, he smirked. „Right where I want you.“

She chuckled as he came into the room. After quickly tossing away the blue folder he was holding and then eagerly jumping on the bed, he put his hands on each side of her on the warm sheets. She started to laugh at his playfulness as he brought her tightly into his embrace and rolled them on the bed.

„What has gotten into you?“ she was still laughing at him, mouth spread wide and her white teeth showing.

An eager kiss on her lips was the response. She didn't mind at all. Wrapping her hands around him, she marvelled at the fine fabric of his suit, so smooth to the touch. He deepened the kiss, now resting his hands on her waist. It seemed like they would savour the moment a bit longer, but he pulled away.

„I have to show you something.“, the excitement in his voice made her snigger.

He's sometimes so playful and child-like, his eyes so soft and bright from the wide smile, it's hard for her to accept everyone perceives him as evil. She cherished those moments he looked carefree and joyful, simply because they were so rare. She didn't see him as the Devil, she saw him as a being like every other, as someone who tried his best despite everything.

„What did you bring me?“ she smiled.

Lucifer took the blue folder and opened it. When he sat down on the bed, she hoisted herself up and looked at the neatly folded papers.

„Congratulations.“, he smiled. „You are now a legal mortal and a resident of L.A. And also...“

He went through some papers and took one that he was looking for. She read it hastily, not having a clue as to what could be so important.

Her eyes went wide and her smile was huge.

„I'm your wife?“ she chuckled again and felt a jolt of thrill and affection surge through her.

She was excited about living this life with him.

„As I said...“, his smirk was huge. „Congratulations, darling.“

Her hands immediately went around him, hugging him and kissing his cheek.

„I honestly do not want to know how you did this...“, she laughed slightly, pulling away. „But, I'm glad you did.“

„The less you know, the better. You'll know nothing if we ever go to jail.“, he giggled and she rolled his eyes at him.

„Every woman's dream is to hear those words right after she's given a marriage certificate.“, she joked too, returning the paper in the folder.

He put the folder in a drawer near the bed and then sat next to her. They smiled, looking at each other's eyes.

„I have something else for you, mrs. Morningstar.“, they both grinned at the way he addressed her.

„Oh!“ her eyebrows rose in surprise. „I just got a surname. Does it really get any better than that?“

„Better than getting my surname?“ he shook his head. „I sincerely doubt it.“

Lucifer's hand went to the inner pocket of his jacket. Belua looked at him intently until he pulled out a dark box. It was small and a velvet one, which meant that jewellery is inside. He put the box in her hand and opened it, revealing a beautiful, yet simple engagement ring. She stared at the diamond ring, mouth agape.

„It's...“, she looked at him and then at the ring, happiness spreading on her face. „There's no word for it, it's absolutely stunning. Thank you, Luce.“

He took the ring and her hand, so he could put it on.

„Aren't you supposed to be down on one knee?“ she bit her lip, suppressing a laugh as she teased him.

„Don't push it, love.“, he responded with a content smile.

The ring fit perfectly on her finger. Lifting her hand to see it a bit better, her smile got even bigger, if that was even possible.

„You're so clingy.“, her smile was smug now. „You actually got married to me without even asking.“

„Well, I am the Devil.“, he got closer to her face, so she could feel his breath on her cheeks. „I don't need to ask. I always get what I desire.“

„That's what you think.“, she whispered in his ear, making his earlobe tickle and then pulled away from him.

„I just thought... I needed to sort out your papers, I mean, now that you're here you...“, he started to explain, actually looking a bit unsure, but she interrupted him by pushing him down on the bed.

Her smirk was devilish. „I'm just teasing you.“

„I know you are.“, he rolled them over, making her squeal because she wasn't expecting the sudden movement.

„Besides, we were practically married.“, he said confidently, hovering on top of her. „In Hell, that is.“

She snorted. „There's no marriage in Hell.“

„I'm just saying... If there is, we would be married.“

She gave up, sighing theatrically.

„So, I have a husband now.“, her smile was huge. „And I didn't even get a big, flashy wedding with a princess dress and flowers everywhere.“

„Do you want a big, flashy wedding with flowers everywhere?“ he raised his eyebrow, eyeing her.

„Not really.“, she chuckled.

„Excellent.“, his hands wrapped around her and he discreetly settled between her legs. „So, now we can move on to more important things.“

„Which are?“ she asked as she put a hand through his hair, pulling him closer.

„Well, we need to consummate our marriage.“, his hands slipped under her shirt and he kissed her neck softly.

„Do we?“

He hummed in approval against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She almost forgot the sensation she felt in a human body. The desire, lust. Being with Lucifer again woke up that passion and she was eager to continue this.

„We have to follow the human rules now, right?“ she chuckled and he did too, before their lips clashed together.

She managed to take off his suit jacket without breaking the kiss and she just started with unbuttoning when they both heard the doors slam shut. They broke the kiss, both sighing.

„Are you ready to party?!“ Maze yelled and entered the bedroom just as Lucifer was buttoning up his shirt.

„Oh.“, she smirked. „Sorry to interrupt.“

Bel got up, fixing her hair and smiling. „Right. I need to get ready.“

„Ready for what?“ Lucifer asked, looking both at Maze and Bel.

„Maze and I are going out.“, she smiled. „I haven't been out in years! Quite literally.“

He frowned. „I thought we were going out this evening.“

„Just because we're married, doesn't mean you get to keep me only to yourself.“, she smirked.

„Wait, you're married?“ Maze got into the conversation. „When did that-“

„Yes, it does!“ he objected, ignoring Maze's revelation.

He stood up and went over to Bel, who's back was facing him. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to his body. Kissing her jaw, he kept her close to him. She turned around, deciding to deal with him first and then pick her outfit.

She pecked him on the lips, her hands resting on his strong torso. „It's girls night.“

„Well, I don't mind being in a girl sandwich.“

Punching him on the arm, she went to the wardrobe. „Stop it. You're terrible.“

„Thank you.“, he flashed a smile.