I would like to request the prompt 16, with it being Male Reader x Beelzebub(Helltaker).
Much appreciated xoxo
“Don’t be shy, baby, I love the way you moan my name.”
Pairing: Beelzebub (Helltaker) x Male! Reader
Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mommy kink, dom!beelzebub, sub!reader, manipulation, sorta toxic relationship, (stockholm syndrome?)
Word count: 1.3k
✰Masterlist
It had been a couple of months since you found Beelzebub, and in that time, the two of you had grown close. As it turns out, she had been feeling just a little bit lonely before, so having you around might have been an upgrade. Some might even say she was attached to you. But, no, a queen does not get attached to her subjects.
Since you first got here, she's been keeping her eyes on you all of the time. Even while you were sleeping. She had to know what you were doing at all times; she couldn't let you slip through her grasp. Beelzebub had to keep you obedient to her; it was the only way she knew how to keep someone like you around.
One day, when you were particularly bored, she appeared. A smirk filled her lips, and she practically buzzed towards you. "Are you enjoying the... amenities, my dear?" she questions, squeezing the flesh on your stomach, in a mocking but affectionate way.
You pull away from her touch, Beelzebub's eyebrow faintly twitches, but her smirk never moves an inch. "Not that it's a bad thing. I want you to enjoy your time here," she corrects herself. You cross your arms over your chest, "Yeah. Thanks for the... hospitality."
"Of course!" she pinches your cheek, as if you were a small child. "I always take care of my loyal subjects."
Then she laughs, as if her words were all a joke, but you could tell she wasn't joking. She had this glint in her eyes, it was full of venom and hidden meanings. You bite the inside of your cheek, and the words start tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop them. "I was thinking about going back to exploring like I did before."
Beelzebub's eyebrows raise, and her pupils get smaller. "You're thinking about leaving me?" she questions.
No, this is wrong, she thought. Why would you want to leave? When she can give you everything you ever wanted. This wasn't right at all. You weren't supposed to leave. You weren't even supposed to think about leaving. You were meant to be her perfect little toy for eternity; that was your purpose. And she was determined to keep you here, no matter what she had to do to achieve that.
You bite your tongue, wishing you hadn't said anything, "Not leave you.. per se." She was already stepping closer to you, backing you against a wall. "No," she sneers, before grabbing you and tossing you over her shoulder as if you weighed nothing. Her strength was unmatched, her grip on you unshakeable. She was the Queen of Crimson after all.
You try to struggle against her, but it is futile; her grip is unyielding. She carries you to her room, which looks more like a dungeon the more you look at it. She throws you onto the bed, you bounce, then flop. Beelzebub stands menacingly before you, her jaw clenched tight. "You're not fucking leaving me, you ungrateful bitch."
She crawls up to you, catching the fabric of your shirt so you can't escape. "You're going to learn to appreciate what you have."
In a flash, your shirt is ripped off your body, and you're powerless beneath her. Actually, you were powerless before; now you're just beneath her. She presses her fingertips into your wrist until it hurts. A preview of what the rest of your night was going to look like because you disobeyed her.
Beelzebub's hand trails down to your pants, brushing over the bulge that was growing with every second she's on top of you. She tisks, palming you over the fabric. "You're getting hard from this? Pathetic." Yet she doesn't move her hand away.
In fact, she starts taking your pants off. Working them down your thighs and pulling them free from your ankle and onto the floor. Now she can see the full outline of your cock, how it twitches when her fingers get near it, how it aches to be inside her. She stares at it for a few moments, then tears her eyes away.
"You're so.. ugh," she grumbles, not being able to describe how you made her feel. That was one of her flaws.
Instead, she starts taking off her own clothes, leaving her bare before you. The sight of her tits causes your mouth to water, but you force yourself to keep your hands at your sides. Her arousal has started to soak into her pants. You can tell this because when she takes them off, you see the damp patch, and it makes her thighs sticky.
Your cock grows harder at the sight of her naked body. It was beautiful, she was beautiful. Beelzebub huffs, slowly, agonizingly pulling down your underwear until your cock springs out. She clicks her tongue, tapping her finger against the tip as if it were a microphone. "You know, if I weren't a nice Queen, I would tease you until you're crying. But I am nice. So nice, in fact, that I'm letting you fuck raw."
She straddles your hips, lining your tip up with her pussy. Before you can open your mouth, she's sinking down on your cock, her walls stretching to let you in. Your head tilts back, hips bucking instinctively. Beelzebub takes that as a sign to keep going, rocking back and forth on your cock. Your hands brush against the sides of her thighs before coming to rest on her hips. She was riding you with a steady speed, a ring of arousal forming at the base of your cock.
"Fuck, Beelzebub!" you moan, then bite your lip to keep all your other noises inside. She smirks, bringing your hands to her breasts. “Don’t be shy, baby, I love the way you moan my name.”
You squeeze her tits in your hands, feeling the weight of them, the way her hardened nipples rub against your palms. Her pace starts to grow more vigorous as she grows closer to an orgasm. A desperate 'mommy' leaves your lips as your cock throbs inside of her. She leans down, toying with your hair. "Yeah? Mommy's pussy making you feel good, baby?" she teases.
You nod your head, too lost in pleasure to form a coherent answer. You were absolutely drunk on her pussy, the feeling of her walls tightening around your length. She had you right where she wanted, completely at her mercy. Beelzebub could easily take advantage of that, but she was going to treat you so good, she planned on it.
"Mh, cum for me, baby. Fill Mommy's pussy up wth your seed," she chuckles softly. Your eyes roll back, muscles tensing instinctively as you let the orgasm wash over you until you were drowning in it. Your cock twitches as it spurts cum inside of her cunt. You don't know if Beelzebub came or not; you just felt her continue to ride you until your orgasm subsided.
Your softening cock plops onto your stomach as she lifts off of you. Beelzebub was quite the sight to see, with sticky thighs and your cum dripping out of her pussy. And as you look up at her frame hovering over your body, a jolt runs through your body. She leans down, cupping your cheek in her hand, her thumb calmly brushing against your skin. "See? How good you have it?" She presses her nail into your skin. "Why would you want to leave when you can have all of this?" She can see the hesitation in your eyes as she gestures to her body.
You nod your head lazily, still dazed and fucked out. Beelzebub grins, her eyes glint in a way you couldn't understand yet. "Good boy," she purrs, pushing her thumb into your mouth, "You're going to be so good for me, aren't you? So good for Mommy." You suck immediately, swirling your tongue around the surface of her thumb. "That's it, just like that," she presses down on the muscle. You gag slightly as she shoves her thumb further down your throat. "It's okay," she coos, "We have all the time in the universe to make you the perfect pet."
