#skulliva

(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.”

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