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on this blog we support men whining. men squirming! men whimpering!!
Multi cultural courting differences
Had to celebrate not being a worm anymore~
soon.... mutually toxic levi x chatter bot...

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No more apologizing for being horny on main. No more horny jail. We’re horny prison abolitionists. No gods, no masters! Wait. Okay maybe a few masters. Alright but no bars will hold us! No whips and chains will — fuck, hang on, let me start again.
Satan: You make me so fucking angry, more than anyone l've ever met. You're single handedly ruining my life
MC: ????? Man what I do
Satan: Holy shit, I'm so sorry MC l meant to send that to my Lucifer.
Satan: I'm really sorry
WOAHWOAHWOAH
BARBA AHHHH WOAOWOWOJRJEOWOWIEK
UGGHHHHH I LOVE BARBATOS 🖤🖤🖤🖤
Yapping and teasing each other.

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I always find it funny that fanon made Lucifer into this sadistic super dominant top while canon Lucifer gets more turned on when MC takes the more proactive/dominant role. This is a man begging to be topped and given his actual personality and how he acts with MC it makes sense that he'd want someone he implicitly trusts to take his control from him for a short period of time
Canon Lucifer wants to drink tea and go on factory tours and get fucked stupid by his SO
DEMON COCK BABY, no one warned reader abt demon cock tho
“Oh”
“Oh?” Lucifer repeats, offended and rather embarrassed at your reaction to his cock.
“Not- not bad oh, just… huh.” you sit on his thighs, having just taken off his boxers, and… well, you never considered what demon genitals would look like.
“What does that mean?” Lucifer sits up on his hands, brows furrowed, “Is something wrong? Do you not like it? We can stop-”
“No no no,” You quickly lean in, pecking his lips, “I guess… I don’t know, I didn’t consider how different demons sex biology is to humans.”
“Well, every demon is a bit different, different shapes, colors, sizes- what-” he cuts himself up, sitting up fully now, “What does a human male look like?”
You glance back down at his dick, pitch black with a pointed tip and spike like ridges that go down to the base, progressively getting larger.
“Uh… yeah. Yeah, very different.” you lick your lips, “also so much smaller, this is fucking insane, Lucifer, like… thats… not not gonna go inside me.”
“I read male humans where around 5 inches, I’m only 6 and a half.” He rests his hands on his hips.
“Yes- but, like… they aren’t this thick, I don't think I could get my hands around that. Or my mouth. Humans are like- skin tone and no spikes and not pointy?”
“That sounds… underwhelming.”
“It can be,” you hum, “here, let me show you a photo, put your boxers on, this is gonna become a health class.”
Imagine having a clingy bf:
P/s: i believe this man is 188cm tall (6'2"), no one can tell me otherwise
relaxing him🐥
Hey could i request the brothers or dateables (whichever one you prefer) reacting to an mc who seems to have become a celebrity in devildom whose fame rivals their own? Just them being popular (could be in different ways depending on the character ig lol) have a nice day!
Lucifer
He hides his irritation well—but make no mistake, he notices.
When students start bowing to you more than him?
He clears his throat. Loudly.
“MC, you seem to be enjoying your newfound… influence. Just remember who still writes the rules.”

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"Dessert time- spoiler, it's not cake"
NSFW / Smut Warning
Pairing: Beelzebub x Fem!Reader
Tags: gentle giant energy, size difference, slow build, soft dom!Beel, praise, oral (F receiving), multiple orgasms, Beel being sweet and hungry (in more ways than one)
Word count: ~1,600
Setting: Beel’s bedroom, post-workout
A/n this was an request requested by @artisticbishoujorin enjoy!♡
This fic was rushed so I'm really sorry if it's not up to expectations🥲
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He was still glistening from his workout, hair damp, shirt discarded somewhere across the room. You were perched on the edge of his bed, watching him towel off his neck with a focus that made your thighs squeeze together unconsciously.
Beel caught the look. He always did.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, voice low, sincere.
You swallowed hard. “Yeah. But not for food.”
His eyes darkened — just a little. He crossed the room in two strides, standing in front of you now, towering, warm, radiating the heat of a furnace.
You reached up, tracing the taut lines of his abs, marveling at the sheer size of him. “Can I have a taste?”
His throat bobbed. “Y-Yeah. You can have all of me.”
And he meant it.
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You were lying back now, naked beneath him, body trembling with anticipation. Beel had taken his time — kissing down your stomach, stroking your thighs with those huge hands, eyes full of reverence. He always treated you like you were precious. Like you were breakable.
But not tonight.
Tonight, there was something in him that had snapped — not violently, but… inevitably. A hunger that wasn’t about food. One that had been growing for weeks.
His mouth hovered between your thighs now, breath hot.
“Can I… taste you first?” he asked, voice gravel-thick.
You nodded, breathless. “Yes. Please.”
He leaned in and groaned the moment his tongue touched you.
The noise vibrated through your entire body.
“Y-You taste so good…” he murmured, more to himself than you, before he started licking in long, slow strokes — deliberate, focused, like he was eating the finest meal of his life.
His tongue was big. Broad. Skilled in a way that made your back arch and your hips try to rock forward — but his hands kept you still. Firm, but gentle.
He licked you open like a starved man, making the most obscene wet noises between your legs as you whimpered his name again and again.
“You’re already shaking,” he said softly, lips brushing your clit. “Can I make you cum just like this?”
“Y-Yes—God, Beel—please—”
He sucked on your clit gently, and you screamed, thighs shaking as your orgasm crashed through you.
He didn’t stop.
You were still moaning, still trying to come down from it, and he was still licking — slower, deeper now, lapping up your release like it was his favorite dessert.
“B-Beel—nghh—it’s too much—!”
“No it’s not,” he growled softly, voice dangerously low now. “You can take it.”
He looked up at you then, face slick, eyes wild with something close to obsession.
“I’ve waited so long to taste you. I’m not stopping until you’re full.”
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By the time he finally pulled back, you were panting, twitching, and soaked.
“Beel—” you breathed, trying to reach for him.
He leaned over you and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, slow and sensual.
“Can I be inside you now?” he whispered. “I’ll go slow. I promise.”
You looked down — and your breath caught.
He was huge.
You’d seen it before, sure, but… now that it was happening? It felt impossible.
“W-Will it fit?”
He cupped your face gently, gaze unwavering. “I’ll make it fit. I’ll stop if you tell me to.”
You nodded, heart pounding, and spread your legs for him.
Beel groaned like it hurt to hold back as he lined up and started pushing in.
You gasped, grabbing at his arms — they were bulging with restraint, his biceps flexing as he tried to keep control.
So slow. So careful. Inch by inch, he sank in.
It burned. It stretched. It filled.
But it felt incredible.
You cried out when he bottomed out — hips flush to yours, cock pulsing deep inside you.
He was shaking above you.
“You feel…” he panted, voice rough, “unreal. I can’t believe I’m inside you.”
He pulled out a little — and you moaned, your whole body arching toward him. “More. Please, Beel—move—”
That was all he needed.
He started thrusting, deep and slow at first — but the moment he saw the way your mouth fell open, the way you tightened around him, he lost rhythm. His hunger overtook him.
He fucked you like he was starving. Like your body was the only thing that could satisfy him now. You felt everything — every thick inch, every needy moan, every time he whispered how good you felt, how beautiful you looked, how he couldn’t hold back.
“G-Gonna cum again—can’t—!”
He pinned your wrists gently above your head, leaned down, and kissed your forehead.
“Cum for me. Please. I want to feel it.”
You did.
You shattered around him, and he let out the most guttural, needy sound as he spilled into you, grinding as deep as he could go, filling you with pulse after pulse of heat.
He held you after. Whispered your name. Kissed your shoulder.
“…You taste better than anything I’ve ever eaten,” he said softly, almost shy.
You smiled sleepily. “I could say the same.”
✶ thirst thirst thirst .ᐟ
( obey me : satan )
pissing satan off so bad he's seething, spitting, practically foaming at the mouth like an animal, but fuuuck. he wants it on you!
so to wherever you scampered away to, he follows with a vicious little gleam in those darling emerald eyes of his. he sucks his teeth then, wets his tongue as his fury wanes to something you'd met a few too many times before.
god does it wash away as he all but pounces on you, melting into your body in a way that feels like his skin could fuse with yours. he spits then, right on his fingers as they claw down to your folds, nails surprisingly gentle as he works you open, his mouth latching onto a nipple with a low growl.
he's something feral in his anger, and maybe in the back of his mind he realizes that, but not tonight. not as he draws blood he'll kiss away in the morning, not as his fingers pump inside with a rage that had you hissing. each squelch keeps him going, keeps the fire burning, and you arch to see the blaze in satan's eyes as he finally looks up from your weeping cunt.
"you're in for it now, baby girl, and man am i gonna fuck you good."