skulliva

if men ain’t whimpering for chubby girls, what’s the point of having them around?

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master list

obey me

mammon

mistakes happen

beelzebub [beel]

reel him in

jujutsu kaisen

hiromi higuruma

(higuruma hiromi x fem!reader)

content: 18+

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footsteps heavy leading up to the door. fumbling with the keys, hiromi lets out a string of curses. he never has trouble finding his keys until after a stressful shift at work. finding the right key, he shoves it in the lock and turns it quickly.

he opened the door in the same motion of taking off both his shoes and expensive blazer. shutting the door behind him and giving a mental apology to his wife for leaving the entry way a mess, he walks into his shared home.

hiromi couldn’t catch a break today; back to back meetings, each one feeling like eternity - because grown men cannot agree on a single thing. not to mention the copy machine went down for a few hours, coffee spilt on his white dress shirt, dropping his binder on the floor in front of the new interns; the list just goes on.

all on hiromi’s mind was his wife. her soft curves plagued his mind all day. he missed her hugs. he missed the way she would kiss his nose and ‘boop’ it after. he missed her laughter. but most importantly he missed her pussy.

he pictured laying down while she hovered above him. he loved her teasing, although he would never admit that to her. they’re married, so he’s sure she already knows that.

he would want to grab her thighs, but she would just swat her hand at his attempts. “‘romi, you know i didn’t say you could touch, right?”

her sweet, yet stern, commands leaving his boxers feeling tighter.

back to the present with his figure planted in front of his bedroom door loosening his tie. he hesitated. it’s late, he realized, is she even awake at this hour?

“sweetie i know it’s late-“ he paused mid-sentence in the doorway. he found his wife sitting at the edge of their bed, startled by his sudden intrusion.

her hand held a brush mid-way through her wet hair, while her favorite show - forensic files - was playing low on the tv. she had just gotten out of the shower and into a cute - and comfy - matching cat pj set. (she’s been begging hiromi to get a cat for forever now - she’s a very good conviencer).

the smell of her floral and citrus soap wafted from the bathroom that connected to their master bedroom. his shoulders relaxed after hearing a “welcome home sweetheart. how was your day?”

he walked up to her sitting frame and buried his face into her neck.

“that bad, huh?” she murmured, kissing the side of his head while running her fingers through his hair.

he groaned into her neck and pushed his weight onto her body. her back hit the middle of the made bed while hiromi’s frame was on top of her. hiromi eagerly started to kiss and nip at her neck in haste.

“easy there boy,” she laughed at his hurried and horny state.

“please honey, i need this.” kiss.

“worst day at work.” kiss.

“i’ve been thinking of you all day.” nip.

“all day.” kiss.

continuing to massage his head she allowed him to keep going. his desperation was cute.

she knew her husband was having a terrible day when there wasn’t a response to her usual text sent on her lunch break. he always made an effort to respond even if he had to dodge a bullet to get to his phone. she just didn’t think he would be this feral getting home.

“mmm, i’m sure you were.” she started to rub his back in comfort.

hiromi doesn’t want to stop attacking her neck and collarbone. he desperately unbuttons her nightshirt kissing along each button’s old spot on her sternum. pulling down her night shorts and panties in a swift motion, he went back to his previous spot - nipping at her collarbone.

his wife grabs his hair and slowly eases him away from her neck.

“i’m trying to speak to you mister, but it seems you’re too busy,” she lightly scolds him.

“‘m sorry,” hiromi tries to register her words, now trying to paying attention. however, his eyes averted from her own, down to her neck and the marks he left. her whole upper body littered in purple bruising and teeth marks. he leaned forward again, drawn like a moth to a flame. entranced.

“come on baby,” she pulled on his loose tie, guiding him to stare at her warm face, “lemme take off your boxers and give you some head,” she kissed his temple. “you deserve a reward for making it through today,” she lightly pushed him off of her, unbuttoning his work pants and reaching down to his blue, cotton boxers.

“no,” he moaned out in protest. “no i need you on my face. please.”

“but hiromi, i want you to relax you had such a stressful day-“

“the only way i can relax is to eat your pussy. please, i need you to suffocate me.”

she laughed, thinking he was joking, “hiromi, let’s stop with the jokes,” she pushed him down with her palm. his limbs flat and spread out on the bed.

she reached for hiromi’s boxers again, licking her lips in preparation but again stopped from his protest.

“no,” sitting up, hiromi grabbed her thighs and pulled her body towards him. “i need to eat you out. i need my mind to go numb and wander. i only want you. all i can think about is you.”

shocked for the second time tonight she complies with his request. “only on one condition,” she mentioned, raising her pointer finger up.

“anything,” hiromi stared into her eyes, love and command present in each of his irises, “name it and i will do it for you.”

“no touching me unless i say so,” she hovered over him, palm rested on his chest while her pussy was glistening with her own slick, “you got that, pretty boy?”

“yes,” he let out of a moan from eyefucking her cunt - he’s been dreaming of this moment all day. “yes, i understand. just please, i need to taste you now.”

she sat down quick, much to his surprise. hiromi thought he would have to beg a little longer like he usually does, but he’s guessing his wife is taking pity on him after his rough day today. (which he isn’t complaining about.)

a second later he began eating his well deserved meal. he licked and slurped up his wife’s pussy, drool and wetness running down his chin.

his nose was massaging her clit, nerve endings on fire from his fast pace. she let out a quick yelp of surprise when he sped up the motion.

“‘romi,” she moaned his name like a prayer, hands finding his head and guiding it slowly. her bottom half rode up and down on his long, curved nose - her favorite part of being on top.

not even caring about air, he continued. his tongue finding any place to lick, danced feverishly with no plans of stopping. he allows his head to be grabbed, fucked and used by his wife. hiromi wouldn’t want it any other way.

his hands went to grab at her hips, flexing his digits around till he found her soft flesh. squeezing and trying to guide her hips at a faster pace, she pauses.

hiromi, completely fucked out, face wet, and mind elsewhere whimpered at the loss of weight on his face. “please come back,” he pleaded, raising his hands in an attempt to bring her back. his eyes opening to see your figure hovered above him again.

“hiromi,” she started, “what did i say?”

his eyes wide and guilty said it all.

“hiromi-“ she was cut off.

“i know what i did,” hiromi mumbled, “but please i need you so bad. all i wanna do is make you cum over and over. my body craves you. my hands need to feel my wife.”

she contemplated for a second but ultimately gave in, “just this time hiromi. i’m not going to be so nice next time.”

“thank you,” hiromi kissed her thigh, “thank you,” he kissed her other thigh. his hands moving along the backs of said thighs, tracing her stretch marks and squeezing her ass.

“thank you,” he let out a final time before she sat back down, clit perfectly angled on his nose. she moved her hips faster this time, no more teasing. she knew he was eager to please her and let him be.

again, his lips placed open mouth kisses on her labia. licking, sucking, and spiting are the only movements he could muster. he was completely lost in his wife’s cunt. not daring to stop.

he took her clit into his mouth and sucked, teasingly slow. she let out a soft moan and a “just like that ‘romi…. just like that.” her hands pushing the wet hair off his sweaty forehead.

as hiromi sucked slightly faster his hips thrusted upwards, unable to control his lower half. he moaned into her pussy, the taste of it divine.

the vibrations of the gesture caused a coil in her lower abdomen to snap. he heard a faint “…‘cumming,” while her hips picked up movement. her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, while her eyes rolled back to her skull. she hadn’t cum that hard in a while from just head alone.

hiromi, not paying attention to her recent orgasm kept going. no plans of stopping, even as his boxers were now stained a darker blue.

he really missed his wife.

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a/n: ok so i finally wrote a little longer of a scene. as much as i love writing foreplay and super dominant women, i wanted to do something cute, sexy and domestic. like who doesn’t love married life with a stressed, pussy starved hiromi?

also still probs gonna write a part two with the beel fic (i love the premise sm) - but have a more dominant and cruel reader compared to the caring wife role in this one.

(beelzebub [beel] x fem!reader)

content: 18+

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“are you sure about this,” beel questioned, eyes furrowed looking up at your figure. his shirtless body kneeling at the woman in front of him.

“never have been more sure in my life,” you replied, twirling the leash around your pointer finger.

beel’s neck adorned a cute pink color, with a bell, of course - such a cute gift. It clashed with his usual darker attire, but he listens to what he is told (especially by you). his collar is placed above all the small patches of purple and brown skin from your previous makeout session. belphie finally out of the room, most likely in the attic sleeping, meant you had the space to yourselves.

beel slowly began feeling the rest of his clothing clinging to his warming body. his basketball shorts loose on the legs slowly tightened holding back his growing erection. not that he would admit it of course. it’s just a collar.

“its a little tight,” he mentions, fingers gripping onto the thick collar while tracing the smooth material. it wasn’t unpleasant, just different.

from beel’s stature alone, anyone would give him a second glance; his tall physic, big biceps with even more muscular legs - even his pudgy stomach from his gluttonous behavior. he was just a big guy. it was all intimidating to the average demon on the street.

so to see himself reduced to such a state made his brain go foggy. he liked the feeling of being powerless to someone of a smaller height than him. and having it be a woman was the cherry on top.

he could easily pick you up. easily take control. easily flip the script to something more common and traditional. but he sits there, awaiting your every command.

it’s not like this hasn’t been the dynamic he’s wanted all along. under all the intimating looks, he’s just a cute teddy bear. he would do anything just to get a positive reaction from you. beel is the sweetest guy of them all actually. he’s supposed to be a demon, right?

being the physical representation of gluttony, he admired your body more than anyone else has previously. he’s not saying you eat too much (that’s his trait), but the way you carry your weight is so beautiful to him.

your chubby cheeks he gnaws on instead of his favorite edible snack. your hips that he digs his fingers into when he gets stressed. your thighs that grip his skull tight while he’s giving you the best head of your life. how could he not? he’s a certified eater.

he loves it all.

something about how you carried yourself with such confidence is sexy on its own. your a woman who knows what she likes. he likes that.

that’s why beel put so much faith in you when you handed him a present and told him to put it on.

your thumb reached over to the clasp at the end of the leash and opened it. you bent down in front of him to clip the leash onto his pink collar. his gaze focused on your cleavage hanging in front of his face, slightly covered from your favorite cami top.

noticing his eyes glassed over and staring at your breasts, you made use of your new tool. you yanked. not too hard, but enough to startle him.

“my eyes are up here,” you teased, pointing at your eyes for reference.

“i know i’m just,” he paused, “hungry.”

this time he wasn’t talking about food. you, obviously knowing that, gave him a smile.

“i know baby,” your hand lowered down to the top of his head. fingers running through his soft hair, petting him like a damn dog. if he had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.

noticing his eyes closing from the relaxing motion, you yanked the leash again. a little harder this time.

a groan slipped past his lips, “was that really necessary?”

“with that attitude, it’ll be worse.” your foot slowly put pressure on his groin. you stood back up tall to put more weight onto your foot.

a string of curses flew out of beel’s mouth. none intended at her, just based in pleasure. the constant yanking of his upper extremities made his cock leak.

“i haven’t heard an apology yet.” another yank. a steady reminder.

“yes, ma’am. i’m sorry. i wasn’t trying to give you attitude-“

yank.

“i was giving you attitude but i’m sorry-“

another yank.

“please ma’am i’m sorry it wont happen again-“

you, again, bent down as you pulled him close to your face, noses almost touching. you can feel his hot, uneasy breaths on your face. the traces of faint whimpers behind each breath came from the constant abuse to his already sensitive neck.

you looked him dead in the eyes and whispered, “it better not happen again.”

your foot pushed harder and he swear he couldn’t breathe. you had barely done anything but his mind was already blank.

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(mammon x fem!reader)

content: 18+

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“wait. no, please,” mammon groaned, throwing his head back. sitting on his bed, arms at his sides while his legs open, cock sprung to attention.

“sweetheart,” you cooed at his face that’s stuck in both pleasure and discomfort, “you know i do this cause i love you right?”

your fingers gliding along his v-line, teasing, touching everything but his aching shaft. your left hand slowly making its way up his abdomen to cup his, now tear stained, face.

mammon, ever the good boy to please his mistress, whimpered as you wiped his tears slowly flowing from his cheeks. this torture has felt like hours but has only been about 10 minutes.

“please ma’am…” whimpers followed his every word. “i wanna be good for you. please i’m being good i promise.”

“and you are sweetheart” you placed a kiss on his temple then his nose. “you’re being so good for me.”

“please… oh god please touch me i can’t stand it anymore please” mammon can’t stop the words coming from his mouth. all reduced to desires, wants and moans.

you forcefully cupped his balls, squeezing and massaging in the same motion.

mammon let out a loud gasp as more precum leaked down his shaft. he let out an “oh fuck….” while his eyes rolled back into his skull. he was never one to take good to teasing.

“see mammon….” your left hand made its way back down to his pubic region, slowly tracing your way back down to his red, pulsing cock. “good boys get rewarded when they please their mistress, yes?”

mammon, unable to think of a sentence let alone come up with a word, just lets out a whimper while quickly nodding his head. he already felt like cumming, but he knew he would screw it up if he did. he rarely makes it this far without instantly cumming when you take his tight jeans off with slow, precise movements.

your left hand slowly made its way down to the base of the shaft in a loose grip, right hand still massaging his tightened balls.

“i wanna hear u beg for me to keep going” you said sternly “no words, no cumming.”

almost immediately following that phrase he starts rambling, begging and pleading. only you can reduce the great mammon to such a state of pleasure that even money can’t buy.

“please mistress pleaseohgodiwannacumiwannafeelyourhandonmycockpleasemaam….” he’s speaking so much and so fast, but you can ultimately hear his desire between his gasps.

you giggle at his state while kissing him again on his flushed cheek, “mmm…. that’s my good boy. that’s exactly what i wanted to hear.”

his now purple tip continues to leak precum in waited anticipation. swiping the precum with your fingertips, you use it as lube to slowly circle his aching head.

mammon can’t even speak anymore now just reduced to moaning, gasping and whimpering mess. “yeah you like that sweetie? mistress knows what the great mammon wants right? she knows what you like..”

mammon let out a groan and gasped “ ‘m cumming” not even a second later as jets of white cum spirted from his aching tip.

you quickly grabbed his now sensitive cock with rigor. “who said you could come?” you barked at him, frown apparent on your face.

mammon, still lost in the pleasure of a brain melting orgasm, still tries to plead his case.

“nonono no one told me… im sorry maam i didn’t mean too imsorryimsorry-” he tried to explain quickly, frantically shaking his head in shame and embarrassment.

“sorry isn’t gonna cut it” you hummed, started picking up the pace pumping his cock with haste.

“my boy knows what happens when you don’t follow directions right?” you grin as your hands continue to work his sensitive cock, watching his body squirm to stay under your control.

through gasps, moans and overstimulation, he nods and whispers “punishment time mistress.”