#please I hope I'm more awake tomorrow; I am on my hands and knees begging to the universe

[manasurge]

Lol I've been literally too tired to function today. I spent the entire day just trying to "wake up", but I'm still just as tired right now as I was when I woke up this morning (and is why I haven't been super active or capable enough to interact, despite how hard I've been trying). How does anyone function this time of year?! (at least on my side of the globe). I even had a nap today and it didn't help (in fact, it made me more tired). I've had no ability to concentrate and no energy whatsoever 😔

[hispipsqueak]

Sweet Dreams

(Obey Me) Belphegor x F!Reader NSFW

Summary: Late night texts lead to a spicy adventure in the attic. Who said night time was for sleeping?

WC: 1.8K

TW: Hard Dom Belphie, humiliation, degradation, name-calling, pillow humping, facial, dacryphilia, spit, demon dick anatomy

A/N: Hello! Here’s some mean Belphie to flutter your hearts. I love dom Belphie and while I do think he can be a soft sweetie, I CLEARLY love me some mean boys. Hope you like it! As always, likes and reblogs are heckin’ appreciated!

3:42 A.M.

Your D.D.D buzzed, waking you up. Cracking an eye open, you opened the message, ready to curse Mammon out if he and Asmo were drunk texting you again.

“Hey.”

Typical Belphie. How do you even respond to that? You closed your eyes again. Maybe if he texted more than one word you would –

*BZZ*

“I know you’re awake, MC”

You rolled your eyes. 

“What’s up Belphie? It’s 3 AM by the way. You of all people should be asleep right now.”

His response was immediate.

“Can’t sleep. Come to the attic.”

Your bed was so warm and comfortable. And he wanted you to walk all the way to the attic? He really was insane.

Another text came in.

“Please?”

You groaned, pulling yourself away from the soft comforter and pillows. Normally, you would have just ignored him until he fell asleep but you were a sucker for soft Belphie, the side he rarely showed anyone but Beel and you. With Beel being out for a tournament, you knew he was probably struggling with being alone.

You silently crept to the attic, knowing the brothers would throw a fit if they knew you were sneaking into Belphie’s room at night.

You knocked quietly on the heavy attic door and Belphie opened it with a sleepy smirk. His navy hair was tousled and he looked so smug for getting you to come to his room in the middle of the night. Stupid handsome bastard.

“I’m here Belph. What do you want?”, you yawned. He tugged you in the room, locking the door behind you.

 You laid in his bed, pulling his cow print pillow to your chest as you tried to get comfortable, expecting him to curl up next to you to sleep. A few moments passed and you peeked over at him, still standing by the door staring at you.

You weren’t planning on seeing anyone in the middle of the night so you were just wearing a pair of tiny pink shorts and a tank top. You felt his eyes roaming over your skin, and you pulled the sheets around you.

“Don’t tell me you just brought me here because you’re horny.” You muttered, glaring at him. You weren’t opposed to hooking up but playing the soft, lonely demon card? 

He grinned, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“What if I did? You gonna complain about it, little human?” He murmured, moving so he was standing in front of you. You had to crane your neck to look in his eyes and you had a feeling he relished looking down on you like this. 

You couldn’t deny you were turned on. Belphie had a way of commanding the situation when you were alone and though he appeared to be the sarcastic sleepy brother, you knew behind closed doors he would have you on your knees, begging for him.

But, you were still kind of pissed at being woken up. So, you decided to tease him.

“Belphie, I’m sleeeeeepy. I came here to sleep.” You whined, making a show of turning around and cuddling his pillow. You knew your shorts were riding up on your thighs, hugging the curves of your ass and you wrapped your leg around the pillow.

“Better bite the pillow.” He said quickly before smacking your ass, HARD. You yelped, shoving the pillow over your mouth so as to not wake anyone.

“Belphie, what the fuck?!” You angrily whisper-shouted at him, as your body wiggled in an attempt to soothe the stinging pain. He laughed, and tugged you around so you were facing him.

“Keep acting like a brat. I can do this all night.” His amethyst eyes glinted sadistically. You pouted, but stayed quiet.

“You gonna behave?” He asked, tilting your chin so you looked up at him. Fuck, you looked so good like this. You were feisty and fiery, a general pain in the ass all the time, so knowing he could make you submit to him stroked his ego immensely. 

You nodded, still pouting and he chuckled.

“Open.”

Immediately, your mouth opened and he let a glob of spit fall from his mouth on your tongue. You opened your mouth to show him your tongue for approval. He gave a short nod and you swallowed.

“Good little human.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't keep from pressing your thighs together. As much as you wanted to pretend you were in control, you were playing a game with a literal demon. 

"I can smell your arousal. Fuck, I'm amazed my brothers haven't come up here since you're dripping like a whore. Just because I spit in your mouth?" Belphie taunted. Your eyes narrowed and you bit your lip, before looking away.

He gripped your hair, tugging it tightly. His eyes bore into your soul.

"You wanna act like a brat? I had plans to fuck you till you cried from pleasure. And yet, you seem to just want to be punished." 

He looked at the pillow that you had left tangled in his bedsheets, the pillow you had stretched your body over, taunting him. A wicked idea formed in his mind.

"You know what happens to brats like you?" He asked, yanking you to the floor. You looked up at him questioningly, a little scared but very turned on.

"Answer me, slutty human."

"N-no...I don't know." You said tentatively. He chuckled darkly.

"Naughty little brats don't get to cum on my cock. Fuck, naughty little brats may not get to cum at all."

You let out a whine, frustrated at this turn of events.

"You wanna cum? Get on your knees. Maybe if you do a good job, I'll take pity on your pathetic slutty pussy."

He pulled his cock out, slapping it against your cheek as he laughed. His cock was long and ridged, with a flared tip. Demon cocks, unlike human's, were made to fuck and breed, and you were spoiled having spent so long in the Devildom.

You parted your lips, as he slapped his member on your drooling tongue, before taking it deep into your mouth. His hands tangled in your hair as he fucked your face.

"Fuck, that's it slut. Take me down your throat. Just like that." 

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you forced more of him down. Your jaw already ached but you kept your mouth wide, struggling not to gag on his length as his heavy balls smacked your chin. You squeezed your legs together, hoping he would take pity on you.

"Poor little human, desperate to get off. You want to ride my cock?" He asked, pulling you off his cock harshly. Strings of saliva connected the two of you. You gasped, gulping air down as you nodded.

He grabbed the pillow from the bed and threw it at you.

"Too bad. Use this. Put on a good show, and maybe I’ll fuck you.”

Your face burned with embarrassment.

“You can’t be serious.” You looked up at him. He moved his face right in front of yours, so close you could feel his warm breath on your cheek as he squeezed your face, so tightly it hurt.

“Wanna find out?”

He let go of your cheeks and shoved you back to the floor. Your eyes watered with embarrassment, shame, and yet you were so fucking turned on, you knew you would be leaving a wet patch on his pillow.

You straddled the body pillow and the slight friction of the pillow against your cunt made you whimper. You squeezed the pillow tightly between your thighs, slowly riding it, pathetic mewls falling from your mouth. You closed your eyes, trying to pretend you were in your room and not being scrutinized by the sadistic seventh-born.

“Eyes on me whore. And don’t you dare think about cumming without permission.” He smirked. You looked up at him as tears spilled down your cheeks. You wanted so badly to grind yourself on the pillow until you creamed all over it but you knew he would find more humiliating ways to torment you if you dared.

“Take off your shirt. Don’t know why the fuck you’re wearing it anyway. You’re just a fucktoy for me to use. Isn’t that right, little human?” He laughed as he sat back in a chair, watching you perform for him. He slowly palmed his cock as you pulled off your tank top, the cold air causing your nipples to harden.

“Pinch them, show me how much of a slut you are. Show me why I should even bother with you.” His hand tightened on his cock.

You wrapped your legs around the pillow tighter to hold it in just the right spot as you tugged and pinched at your breasts. Your soft moans filled the room and you knew you couldn’t last much longer like this.

“Please Belphie, c-can’t hold it in...please fuck me.” You sobbed out, your muscles tensing as you rubbed your clit against the black and white fabric. You could feel the wetness of the pillow against your thighs and knowing that your slick would be embedded in it turned you on even more.

“You can beg better than that, can’t you slut?” Belphie chuckled again, but you could see his grip tightened around the base of his cock and he was jerking himself off faster. 

“Fuck...please, please let me cum. Want to cum for you, want to be your slutty fucktoy. Wanna be good for you.” You cried, biting your lip so hard you could taste blood.

“Cum.” he panted out.

Your eyes rolled back as you gushed around the soaking pillow. Your legs were squeezing it so tightly you knew you would be sore tomorrow, and you drooled out a mixture of curses and Belphie’s name as you came down from your high.

Suddenly Belphie let out a low groan and your face was hit with an explosion of warm, sticky cum. You slammed your eyes shut as he pumped load after load onto your skin. His seed spilled down your chin and dripped over your breasts.

‘Fuck, fuck MC. Fuck, I’m sorry!” Belphie breathed out, half laughing while attempting to catch his breath. You leaned back on the bed, trying to avoid getting it in your eye.

“You’re such an ass Belphie.” You whined, pouting as he cleaned you up with a towel.

After cleaning up, the two of you lay back in the bed, his head nuzzled into your chest. You ran your fingers through his dark hair humming softly.

“Hey MC.” He whispered.

“Hey yourself.” You whispered back.

The room was silent and you thought he fell asleep finally. You closed your eyes. Finally, his voice broke the calm silence.

“My pillow is gonna smell like you FOREVER.”

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Nightmares.

DIN DJARIN. ┃ THE MANDALORIAN.

❝ words: 1k.

❝ summary: Din wakes up after having nightmares and he doesn’t react as he’d like.

❝ a / n: this work has been re-published due I deleted the blog @/sheisallergictoreality, to unify all my writings on the same blog. As always, feedback is appreciated!

Gif credits to @onlyhuman.

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As the night has come and you have made sure the child is peacefully sleeping, you continue your steps to your compartment to rest after a long day through the galaxy. Although the Crest has become your home, it really doesn't feel like that till Din joins you in bed. Stripping and placing your clothes on the closest chair perfectly folded, you grab one of Mando's cotton shirts to put on. It smells like him. Grabbing the neck of it with your fist, you bring the fabric to your nostrils to take a long breath. The smoky and masculine scent fills your lungs at the speed of light, giving you goosebumps all over your body. If you can't fall asleep between his arms, at least you will feel it somehow.

Tucking in bed and getting comfier on his side, after submerging the compartment into the darkness, you close your eyes focusing all your attention on your own respiration. Normally, Din is already there when you put the child to sleep, after singing to him old lullabies, waiting for you with the lights turned off. You haven't seen him without his helmet yet, but you don't care about it, you understand why he does it and you respect that decision unconditionally. 

But tonight is one of those that he prefers to stay in the cockpit with his gaze lost on somewhere. Usually, you give him some room to be alone whenever he feels frustrated, even if you know you could help him with those emotions that consume himself in silence. 

That's why it takes you by surprise when the mattress sinks a little behind you after some minutes. You aren't sure how much time has passed since you fell asleep, not even if you're really awake, but you don't give it any importance as Din's arms wrap around your waist and neck fitting his anatomy to yours. A soft gasp escapes your lips feeling a kiss placed on the back of your head, as his warmth covers you completely.

What worries you is where, at some point of the night, you hear him uttering random words in Mando'a tossing and turning in bed.

“Akaan… Ar— Aruetii… Ky'ram… Ky— Kyramud… Tion gar gai? Tion gar gai?!”

His voice sounds a little high, eager, desperated. It's the first time you hear Mando stuttering, as if he was at the edge of breaking into bitter sobs. You don't hesitate turning around to try to wake him up about to place a hand on his shoulder, but as soon as he feels your fingertips rub his bare skin, one of his hands lands violently on your throat. Your head hits the metallic wall provoking a loud noise, as your complains and your whining joins it. 

The long digits pinning you to the wall are suffocating you in a painful way you can't even say a single syllable. It takes at least two seconds to Din to come back to reality and realize it was just a dream, where he is and who he is hurting. When he loosens the grip, you automatically put your hands around your neck starting to cough as you try to catch back your breathing. He doesn't move a single inch of his tensed anatomy, hearing him rub his face with both hands while a snort abandons his throat.

“I'm… I'm so— sorry, cyar'ika…” 

A broken thread of voice comes from his lips in the middle of the darkness. 

“I shouldn't… ha��have come… I'm sorry”.

Ahead of he can run away, you toss your fingers to where you think his left-wrist is, grabbing it luckily before he's farther. Slowly and remaining silent, you urge him to come back to bed. Din sniffs with a burning feeling growing within his chest, raising and falling heavily and anxiously due to the guilt making it impossible for him to breathe with normally. 

Nailing a knee in the mattress, your hand roams his bare arm till reaching a side of his sweaty neck. As you kneel over the bed, just as he does finally accepting your silent pleas asking him to stay, you start to spread gentle kisses to his face. Your mouth finds first his tensed jawline covered by a soft beard, continuing to his chin before going up to place them over his lips.

Din utters an uncontrollable gasp mixed with a brief sob, not being able to stop thinking that he has hurt you. One of the few things he truly loves in his life. And you aren't going to ask him what he was dreaming about, being well known that he will talk to you when he feels it. It's not a question about trust, but about Din being aware of how much you worry about him.

“I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to”. His lips brushes yours in an electrified gesture, causing you some shivers down your back-bone, as his nose touches yours. “Are you okay?”

“I am”. You just reply, being a half lie hoping you won't have any bruises tomorrow. “It's okay, Din… Breathe…”

Your honeyed tone calms him a little, while placing your free hand on the center of his chest to caress it and help him somehow.

“Lie down with me”.

“I ca— can't”.

“Please… Stay with me…”

You weren't expecting your words to end like a beg, but they have an impact for your beloved one, nodding with his head a second before taking your wish as a command. Tucking inside the bed again, you embrace him tightly into your arms urging him to rest his head on your chest. You tangle your fingers in his curls, gently stroking his scalp as your other hand scratches his back so, so softly.

His breathing soon becomes less erratic and more serene, noticing Din focusing on yours to bring back the calm to his body, until falling asleep again with his nose sunk into the gap between your neck and your shoulder.