#sub barbatos

[inactiveobeymeblog]

What about overstimulating barbatos to dumbification? That kinda sound nice !!

⚠️NSFW⚠️

OH HELL YES I can't stop thinking about it now (what have you done)

But just imagine pushing him up against the wall and watching him get all flustered like "😳"

But then in the bedroom, you push him onto the bed, start roughly making out with him and begin unbuttoning his uniform.

After ruffling him up, you lean back and admire the pure work of art you've created.

Barbatos is panting, his hair a mess, his chest rising, which is partly exposed now, his face red with desire, and his eyes totally fixated on yours. Gods, if this doesn't awaken something in you, he'd be surprised, because in a matter of seconds, you have him on his hands and knees, his bare ass in the air.

But when it comes to fucking him dumb, you're relentless. You're not giving him time to breathe. He's moaning, screaming, and his eyes are all the way back in his head while his mouth is open wide, whimpering and moaning your name repeatedly.

God its so hot.

You'd tell him to count how many times you've pushed inside but he'd always say something different each time. He'd turn into a incoherent, babbling mess underneath you.

And by morning, he's not walking straight for nearly a month.

[unknown-genshin-fan]

How Obey me boys react to getting their vibrator controlled by MC

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Beel, Belphie, Satan, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Barbatos, Solomon TW: Usage of Vibrator, mentioned of Degrading and praising, mentioned of overstimulation and edging Lucifer- We will gladly be rude to Lucifer so why not, turn the vibrator on the highest setting, edge him during the earliest of the morning and don't let him cum just leave him there to deal with his own problem Mammon- Mostly keep it in the medium settings but if he's in that bratty/cocky attitude keep it on the highest setting and just overstimulate him later on while praising him Beel- Beel is such a sweetheart so keep it in the lowest setting and praise him every time you see him like call him a good boy and just praise him Belphie- Keep it one medium but if he is sleepy turn it back on so his sleepiness is gone, overstimulating him + praising him will make him so happy yet tired too Satan- Turn it on the medium settings when his either reading a book and just watch how flustered he looks but he would deny it, teasingly whisper soft praises into his ear and watched him turn into a red tomato Leviathan: Turn it on to the max settings when his playing a game and watch him get completely distracted when his done just overstimulate him and he's gonna be too tired to even play anymore Barbatos: Keep it on the lowest setting so he can focus on his duties but praise him time to time so he can be happy, but if you wanna be mean put it on the medium settings and watch him go to you trying to make you put it in the lowest setting Solomon- I will gladly be so rude to this man. keep it on the highest setting while you overstimulate/edge him, degrade or praise him and watch him turn into a sobbing whimpering moaning mess (Bye Anons! I was kinda rushing this since I had to study for my finals exam😭) (Love you guys and tysm for the support, likes and the follows) (I will post more tomorrow I am kinda exhausted rn sry)

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[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

Unfinished Draft #1

(Idea: Barbatos, and his unserious lover)

"Hell's bells..."

Your right brow arches, and as your hips continue to pound into the butler beneath you, you lean over his shoulder and whisper right in his ear,

"Did I just unlock a new phrase?? I love that:D!"

Normally, Barbatos finds himself rather... annoyed, by your seeming inability to read the room no matter the situation. The first time you two shared a bed, he thought he'd see a different side of you. Yet, somehow, you seemed to get even more clueless.

Barbatos' claws dig into the dark wood of the table, leaving deep gashes that'd require magic to repair. His tail wraps tight around your leg, and every once in a while, you giggle about how the wet limb tickles.

He grits his teeth- you're giggling during sex? How could you possible be so carefree while he was losing his mind? Did the tightness of his walls do nothing for you? Were his moans not enticing, the arch of his back as he presents himself, begging for more, not arousing enough?

And it's so much worse because you fuck him so good. Barbatos has never thought himself a whore, never took particular interest in satisfying his sexual needs, but the way you grip his hips is perfect. You've fucked him at angles he didn't know exist, made him spurt loads that covered you both like snow. He'll cry from the pleasure, and stupid, stupid you, you'll smile at him, wiping his tears and dumbly asking if he was okay.

Oh, how he wanted to curse you.

[certifiedlucifersimp]

What the hell is this chat name lmaooo

[angelsrcute]

OKAY PLS HEAR ME OUT. BARBATOS X MC SMUT BUT ITS LIKE ROYAL DEMON READER MC X BARBIE PLSPLSPSLSPSLLSLSSPS IM BEGGING ON HANDS AND KNEES (copy and pasted that) OKAY SO ID HONESTY BE HAPPY WITH ANYTHING BUT IM THINKING A FEMALE READER AND BARBIE, LIKE obv smut 👀👩‍🦯 IM NOT ASHAMED I honestly don't even know dom reader? Dom barbie? ANYTHING 🙏🙏🛐🛐🛐🤲🙏🤲🙏🤲🙏🤲🙏

⌗ BEEN TRYIN’ HARD NOT TO OVEREAT, YOU'RE JUST SO SWEET. 𐙚˙⋆.˚

ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ 𝐍–𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 !! ; Dom!Barbatos + Sub!F!Reader ➜ cws: Jealous!Barb, fingering, rough sex, mating press, dirty talk, aftercare, biting, monster cock. ᡴꪫ‎

꒰ † ੭ — I hope you enjoy this! + i fixed the mistakes, sorry (;´Д⊂)

Barbatos was absolutely pissed. Last time he checked, demons were supposed to be not friendly, so why were you talking to a human? And of all people, it had to be that bastard Solomon. He's convinced Solomon was trying to anger him by talking to his fiancée, those looks that laugh at him for being so pathetic.

Barbatos is a very calm man; very calm. So, he walks to you and takes you to one of the guest rooms in the castle, pushing you inside and locking it. "I specifically told you not to talk with him, no? You could've waited for me."

Light kisses make their way down your body, while his fingers quickly pump into your throbbing pussy. Your moans grow louder, hips arching into his touch for more. He leans in to capture your lips, silencing you as you both breathe heavily. "It'd be so good if that bastard was here to see this sight," he whispered into your ear, a gleam of wicked pleasure in his gaze, "that he shouldn't take something that belongs to me."

With his free hand, he pinches and teases your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Your body shudders as you gush around his invading digits, your thighs trembling. Barbatos removes his fingers, bringing them back to his lips to lick them clean.

Spreading your legs wide, he lines up hiscock at your entrance, slowly thrusting in, watching your eyes roll back at the feeling of being stretched. As he picks up the pace, his hips slamming against yours, you can feel the force driving you deeper into the plush mattress. He nibbles on your earlobe, whispering filthy words, "You like that—? Like it when I'm rough with you? How cute.”

You clench around his cock, gripping him as he continues to fill your pussy, each thrust causing the headboard to creak against the wall. Oh, right, this monstrous cock, which is currently destroying your insides. Marking your pretty neck with love bites before licking them to clean up the blood.

"Too much 'barbs—please let me cum!"

"Good girls get rewarded, you'll get yours soon, so don't cum without my permission." A smack to your ass makes you cry out loud, babbling about how mean he is. He thrusts inside you a few more times, before filling you up with his seed. You cum soon after. He pulls out, picking up your tired body and cleaning you up.

Diavolo sure wonders why his sister can't stand straight, but he smiles at the sight of barbatos helping you stand, hand wrapped around your waist for support. Such a cute couple you both are, he thinks.

[demon-fucking-therapist]

I think if you want to drive them crazy, you have to overstimulate Barbatos and deny Diavolo.

Barbatos has far too much patience for denial to really hit him - you’ll get a reaction for sure, but he knows he’ll get what he wants eventually, and the anticipation is simply part of the thrill. Overstimulation, though? Making his thighs shake and breath heave and eyes tear up from constant pleasure? He’s so used to giving, being on the receiving end breaks him down real fast.

Meanwhile Diavolo is spoiled by his own admission. Everything he’s ever wanted has been provided for him almost before he could want it (aside from maybe genuine emotional connection). Diavolo is a glutton for attention and the stamina of a Demon Prince makes really overstimulating him hard. But hearing “no” over and over? Maybe even wearing a little something that stops him from even getting properly hard? Give it an hour before he’s “subtly” humping the furniture.

[obey-me-headquarters]

My “Lucifer accidentally wearing a vibrator to RAD” post is one of my favorites and it’s an idea I often come back to in my mind. And I guess I day dreamed a new “version” of it?

So basically, the fic starts the same, with Lucifer accidentally going to RAD wearing a vibrator and you unknowingly edge and overstim him the entire day. Only when the day ends instead of going home and getting fucked by you, Diavolo calls him in for a suprise council meeting.

Diavolo found out a budget suddenly didn’t work or something. So now Lucifer has to sit in Diavolo’s office with him and Barbatos and go over the budget and brainstorm ways on how to fix it.

Only the vibrator is still going off, and sitting down means it’s pressing into all of his sensitive places. And after an entire day of getting his pussy played with Lucifer is sensitive beyond belief.

Yet Lucifer can’t ask to go home because that would be suspicious, so he’s still there, in front of Diavolo and Barbatos, squirming in his seat as his orgasm builds and builds. Trying so desperately to pay attention and participate in the conversation but struggling as the vibrator presses into the sensitive hood of his clit.

It’s even worse as he can’t seem to cum, the vibrator, while making him sensitive, also made his body used to it. And he can’t quite reach the peak his body keeps leading too. Getting so close that it makes his thighs shake, his pussy dripping, but never quite surpassing it.

Lucifer being locked in a battle of wills, wanting so desperately to cum but also not wanting Diavolo and Barbatos to realize what’s going on.

But of course, the two notice something is wrong. Barbatos is too attentive of a butler to not notice when someone is feeling unwell, and Diavolo has known Lucifer for thousands of years. Yet they don’t seem to quite grasp what is bothering Lucifer, as they ask if the prideful demon is feeling unwell.

Diavolo offers to postpone the meeting to a later date, and suggests that Lucifer goes home to rest. But Lucifer denies any feelings of illness, knowing that if he were to stand that the two would see how his pants cling to the chair and the puddle of slick he has created.

So the meeting moves on, only now both Diavolo and Barbatos keep a careful eye on Lucifer. And this is when they start to notice exactly *how* Lucifer is being affected. How his flush face and squirming is not a sign of illness, but of arousal.

I also headcanon (or, at least, make canon in my fics), that Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos all routinely fuck. It’s, like, a friends-with-benefits situation because none of them can admit their actual feelings for each other. Until you come along. So this is way less dubious consent lol.

Anyway, the two of them notice, and share a look of “we’re totally going to dom and tease the fuck out of Lucifer” (a normal look the two of them share.)

So Barbatos offers to give Lucifer a shoulder massage, stating that the stress of managing his brothers must be getting to him. Lucifer tries to resist, insisting that he is quite alright, but Diavolo leans over his desk, his sleeves rolled up, his eyes full of mischief, and says that Lucifer should listen to Barbatos.

And Lucifer loses the fight, allowing the butler demon to caress his shoulder blades. Now at least he has an excuse when his moans of pleasure slip through.

Still, Lucifer is unable to cum, still being edged to hell and back as his body refuses to let him topple over. The idea of work or paying attention has been completely abandoned as Lucifer is now grinding his hips into the wet plush seat, desperately chasing an orgasm. His thin slice of pride being the only thing stopping him from reaching down and shoving his hands into his pants.

Luckily he doesn’t need that to finally topple over, as when Diavolo whispers into his ear - how he got from behind his desk to suddenly right next to him, Lucifer will never know - his voice low and commanding to finally let go and cum, Lucifer’s body forces himself over the edge.

Lucifer doesn’t normally squirt, while his pussy drips out precum at a steady rate, it is actually very rare for him to actually squirt when he cums. Yet this time his body has no trouble spraying in his pants, wetting his already drenched pants and soaking the chair and desk.

Yet, like the rest of the day, the vibrator doesn’t crease. It still buzzes away in him. After returning home to the house of Lamentation you completely forgot to ask Lucifer about the remote, leaving it in your bag as you tossed it on the floor, leaving it on the already very high vibration.

Lucifer now squirms in full, his legs stretching out to thump uselessly against the floor as he tries in vain to get away from the vibrator. Barbatos has stopped massaging Lucifer’s shoulders to hold him against his chair, stopping him from getting up.

Diavolo watches, amused and very aroused by Lucifer’s antics. He thought Lucifer came into the meeting room today wearing a vibrator, but he finds it curious that he’s not currently turning it off after his orgasm. Instead the prideful demon is desperately pawing at his soaked crouch, like he’s trying to remove the vibrator, but he’s unable to get a good grip on it.

Diavolo asks where the remote is, and Lucifer stutters out his situation. How he accidentally came to RAD wearing the vibrator, how he’s been edged and made to orgasm, how he’s pretty sure that you have the remote. Diavolo swallows heavily at the idea of Lucifer being tormented for the entire day. Mentally noting that he will have to do the same one day, maybe as a punishment for Lucifer.

With his own hands Diavolo reaches down and tears off Lucifer's pants and underwear, and Lucifer only whines weakly at his uniform being ripped to shreds. The sight of Lucifer’s pussy - dripping, a deep red, and abused - sends both Diavolo and Barbatos groaning.

Even the normally quiet and unassuming butler is overcome with his desire to torment Lucifer even more. To play with him until he’s screaming and sobbing, barely able to moan out full words.

Diavolo growls, deep and primal, the kind of growl that tells Lucifer that the prince is going to let go of all his princey etiquette and fuck him like the demon he is. And he wastes no time, as he reaches down to play with Lucifer’s pussy.

His hands only ghost over Lucifer’s labia but it’s enough to send him into hysterics. His hands shot out to drab Diavolo’s arms, but Diavolo is already so much more stronger than him and Lucifer is weak on account of all the orgasms he already had. So it takes no effort for Diavolo to continue his assault.

His fingers gently grazing up and down the abused flesh, like he’s apologizing for all the torment he’s going to put his pussy through. Lucifer weakly begs Diavolo to take out the vibrator, as it is still buzzing against his tender clit, but Diavolo only shushes him. His hands land on the opening to his pussy, where the other section of the vibrator is already buzzing away.

The toy is not nearly as big as any of the dicks Lucifer has taken, so Diavolo doesn’t hesitate when he pushes two of his fingers alongside the toy. Lucifer gasps like he’s been wounded, his back straightening as he tries to throw himself out of the chair. But Barbatos is still behind him, and he’s still holding him against the chair, barring any movements.

Diavolo’s fingers explore Lucifer’s tender pussy, spreading it even wider and pressing against all the spots that makes Lucifer scream. He moves the vibrator away for a movement to play with Lucifer’s g-spot. The sound Lucifer lets out when Diavolo presses firmly against it can’t be described as a sob or a scream, as it’s more of a desperate wail.

Diavolo notes how puffy his g-spot has gotten, the constant stimulation against it all day enlarging it and making it all the more sensitive. The prince spends a few movements playing with it, studying it as it pulsates. Until he can’t take it anymore.

“Barbatos.” Diavolo growls, and the butler immediately knows what he is asking for.

With strong hands he lifts Lucifer up and manhandles him into position. His stomach lay across the desk with his legs tip toeing, barely able to hold his weight up. Luckily Barbatos is there to hold him in place, his strong hands pinning Lucifer against the wood. Diavolo settles in between Lucifer’s thighs as he kneels on the ground. His hands wrap around Lucifer’s thighs to grant him easy access to Lucifer’s pussy, and to stop him from closing his legs.

With his teeth Diavolo removes the vibrator, earning a soft “thank you” from Lucifer, who hasn’t quite grasped why he’s laying across the desk or what Diavolo intends to do with his vulnerable pussy. It doesn’t take him long to figure out though, not when Diavolo leans up and wraps his lips around Lucifer’s clit.

“No no no no no no,” Lucifer whines as he struggles against the sensation. But he’s firmly locked in, Barbatos keeping him from squirming and Diavolo’s hands around his thighs allowing him easy access.

Slowly, like he’s testing out the waters, Diavolo’s tongue circles Lucifer’s clit. Feeling at it pulsates and shakes against him, like it too is trying to get away. But Diavolo doesn’t heed it’s request, instead he pushes onward, moving up until his tongue catches on the hood of Lucifer’s clit.

“Diavolo, no.” Lucifer tries to be firm, but it comes out more like a desperate sob. Lucifer knows that he’s way more sensitive when his clit is pulled back from its hood. That all it takes is a few swipes and he’s coming on a normal day. He doesn’t know if he'd survive if Diavolo’s tongue were to attack him there.

But Diavolo doesn’t seem to care about Lucifer’s survival, he just wants to taste his cum. So he moves his arms around until he can grasp Lucifer’s pussy with one hand. And slowly, ever so slowly, he pulls Lucifer’s clit away from his hood.

Before wrapping his lips around his clit and humming.

Lucifer sees white. His ears are ringing. He’s pretty sure he’s not even breathing, or if he is, he’s most likely hyperventilating. He squirts again, but Lucifer isn’t sure he’s even conscious, so he can’t tell.

He’s not sure how long Diavolo’s lips stay locked around his clit, it could be for a few minutes, or could be for a thousand years, all he knows is that he’s been forced to again and again and again.

Until suddenly it stops. Lucifer’s vision clears as he feels Diavolo pop off of his clit, there’s still some spots around the edges, but at the very least he’s able to get a full breath into his lungs. Distantly he feels Diavolo stand up, and a part of him hopes that means that it’s over, but another part knows what’s coming up.

He hears the sound of a zipper opening, and he knows his fate is sealed before Diavolo even slams his hips forward. His whole members bottoming out in an instant inside of Lucifer. The force actually sends Lucifer forward by half an inch, but it’s just enough for him to become flush with Barbatos’ crotch. He notices that Barbatos is hard and dripping through his pants for only a moment before Diavolo is pulling back and slamming back into him, ceasing all cognitive thought.

After a few moments, Lucifer’s brain slowly comes back online, and he can do something about Barbatos’ little problem. With shaky hands he reaches up and tries to undo Barbatos pants, but the shifting motion of Diavolo’s thrusts and his own weakness stops him from making any real progress.

Luckily Barbatos notices his struggles, and bats his hands away to replace them with his own. Swiftly he removes his pants and underwear, only pausing momentarily when his lower half is fully nude.

Carefully he cups Lucifer’s head into his hands and tilts it upward. Sharp eyes meet pleasure filled ones, but Barbatos can tell there’s still a spark there. A sense of cognitiveness that tells him that Lucifer isn’t doing this out of blind, lust filled passion, but that he chose to do this.

Quietly Barbatos reaches behind him and opens a portal and grabs a noise maker out of time and space to put into Lucifer’s hands. Lucifer nods, understanding what he’s supposed to do with it if he needs to safeword, before he leans forward and wraps his lips around Barbatos’ dick.

After that, the three of them get into a steady rhythm. With Diavolo’s thrusts sending Lucifer forward, face fucking him into Barbatos’ member. Lucifer loves scenes like these, where he’s nothing more than a conduit for his doms pleasure. Like it doesn’t even matter how much he sobs or shakes or cums, they’re not done with him until they cum.

And it doesn’t take long for either Diavolo or Barbatos to reach their peaks as Lucifer’s pleasure filled moans already did half the work. Barbatos cums first, shooting into Lucifer’s throat and face as he backs up. Diavolo tries to last longer, wanting to savor the feel of Lucifer’s pussy around him, but Lucifer cums as Barbatos teases him about the mess he made on his face, and the force sends Diavolo spilling deep inside Lucifer.

As the three of them catch their breath, Diavolo manhandles Lucifer so he’s sitting flush against his chest. And Lucifer is too boneless to even worry about soiling Diavolo’s uniform.

After a few moments Lucifer feels like he gained some of his energy back, and leans up to kiss Diavolo, which the demon prince happily returns.

“We should work on the budget now.” Lucifer states firmly, as if his voice isn’t currently wrecked from the face fucking.

Diavolo chuckles against him, “I hardly think you’re in any state of mind to worry about budgets, Lucifer.”

Scowling, Lucifer turns to him with a rebuttal on his lips. But it dies when Diavolo’s hand pressed firmly against his clit, sending delicious aftershots of pleasure throughout him.

“Th-the budget needs - ah - needs to be done.” Lucifer forces out.

“And it will be done, just not by you.” Diavolo says with a smile.

Before Lucifer can ask what Diavolo means by that, or notice Barbatos stepping away, Diavolo kisses him. Lucifer sighs happily into the kiss, mentally shrugging off the idea of finishing the budget. If Diavolo wants aftercare to last a little longer, then Lucifer would let himself be cuddled.

Diavolo has no such plans to drag out aftercare, in his mind the scene hasn’t even ended yet, but he thinks it would be best - or most assuming - if Lucifer remains unaware. So he allows Lucifer to turn his brain off and close his eyes, not even noticing when Barbatos hands him the still buzzing vibrator.

Silently, Barbatos ties Lucifer’s hands around his back with his belt, and Lucifer is too relaxed to even comprehend what’s going on. That is, until Diavolo shoves the vibrator back into his pussy, setting it against the underside of his clit and g-spot.

“Wh-what, Diavolo!” Lucifer cries out as he tries to take the toy out of himself, but his bond hands stop him.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s ok. I’ll still work on the budgets, don’t worry.” Diavolo says as he takes the paperwork that was shoved off the desk by Barbatos.

Lucifer tries to reply that is not what he meant, but suddenly an orgasm hits him and he can only moan.

Wrapping his arms around Lucifer, Diavolo picks Lucifer up and gently places him under the desk, so he’s straddling one of his legs, forcing Lucifer’s legs to stay open. Diavolo pushes Lucifer’s head into his crotch, right now it’s just to keep him close, but later it would give Diavolo access to Lucifer's mouth so he cockwarm him or face fuck him.

“D-Diavolo, Barbatos, please.” Lucifer whines, shifting against Diavolo’s leg. But the motion only sends the vibrator in deeper as it presses against Diavolo’s shoe.

“It’s ok. Just be a good slut and take it. After all, you’re the one who put it there in the first place, right?” Diavolo replies, giving one last pet to Lucifer's head before he focuses on his paperwork.

[white-sinner]

the curtain opens on the side characters

Barbatos x male dancer reader

Smut

A/N:Hi everyone, I'm back! sorry for the absence but school kept me really busy but now the hard period is over so I can go back to posting💜

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ok you two would be one of the nicest and most responsible couples in the Devil dom (and anyway you would practically become Diavolo's second dad)🍰

at the beginning of the exchange program of the exchange program, Barbatos felt neutral towards you, no feelings in particular, which will change later on

the fact that you were in hell as an exchange student did not stop you from continuing your sport i.e. dance is one evening while you were training in the RAD gym when you heard someone clapping at the end of your performance, it was Barbatos who was left behind school to search for some documents of some students

Barbatos: you were really good I saw some nobles who are not even close to your level of dancing

M/N:thanks but what are you doing here at this time?

Barbatos: I came to get some documents

M/N: do you want a hand?

Barbatos: If it's not a bother, a little company would be nice

Barbatos doesn't talk much about his feelings, the only one who knew was Diavolo and since Barbatos had taken care of him since he was little it didn't take a genius to get Diavolo to understand that his trusted butler had a crush on him for the male human dancer of the exchange program

obviously Lord Diavolo couldn't ignore the situation so not only did he get involved but he also involved Lucifer to help you and Barbatos in your love poem

obviously after a while your relationship evolved (and thanks to the help of Lord Devil) Barbatos confesses in a very refined way, inviting you to drink tea with him after a delicious tea made by him, he gave you a bouquet of roses and he gave you a beautiful romantic speech

once you were an official couple no one at RAD had the courage to do anything bad to you knowing Barbatos' power

obviously Lucifer put the brothers in line by saying that they couldn't try to flirt or try to steal from Barbatos since Barbatos was Lord Devil's faithful butler and friend anyway

it wasn't uncommon to see you helping Barbatos in his work at the palace but you weren't bothered since you were with Barbatos anyway

your dates with Barbatos were having tea with him, walking the streets of the Devil dom, dancing with him or him admiring you practicing your dance choreographies

You can swear that Barbatos is at every one of your performances or dance competitions. This man is super supportive when it comes to your passion

SMUT

Barbatos' favorite thing is how your body is flexible and since you were a dancer your body was perfect to be put in a thousand different positions

in your sex sessions Barbatos is always gentle and makes sure you are comfortable as his cock slowly enters your little hole while you moan

obviously before starting he lubricates your hole with his sperm which was practically equivalent to a lubricant from the human world being that the sperm of demons was very sense and slippery

his movements inside you were slow but satisfying the shape of his cock could be seen in your belly

obviously if you ask him to be faster and more aggressive he will satisfy you...but let's say that the next day you might end up like this ⬇️

obviously after each round he stops to check if everything is in order before continuing

Barbatos: you are doing so well my beautiful and poseable little dancer~

as for aftercare, they are literally a paradise descended into hell, he prepares a hot bath for you, delicately dressing you in his clothes, then he puts you in bed and feeds you some food prepared by him while he cuddled you

💚🍰💚🍰💚🍰💚🍰💚🍰💚🍰💚🍰💚

[insomniachox]

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𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄! 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐬

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[unknown-genshin-fan]

Sub Barbatos x MC

Req by this amazing person: obeymewanderer (did I finally get the motivation I need😲) ·.★·.·´¯·.·★ ★·.·´¯·.·★.··.★·.·´¯·.·★ ★·.·´¯·.·★.· TW: Overstimulation, begging, subby crying Barbatos, rude MC (we do love rough MCs don't we😘), handjob No pronouns used Barbatos looked at you with his teary green eyes, his legs spread open and held in place by on of your hands as your other hand continued stroking his cock faster making him sob even more from the amount of pleasure you gave him making him, the only words you can make out from his incoherent mumble was "please stop.." or "too much" before you know it he came again, his cum landing both on his legs and bed sheets you removed your hand from his cock making him think you're finally done, he let out a relieved sigh before resting his body onto the bed but he felt a sudden hand wrapped around his cock making his eyes closed shut before he let out a whimper, "w-wait no..more!" he cried when he felt your strokes on his cock quickened making his head fall back onto the mattress he put his hand weakly on top of his mouth trying to stop himself from making any loud noises, he felt his legs weaken when he felt himself getting close again, he tried to beg for you to stop but the only thing that comes out of him is another moan, "Can't handle it anymore dear" you laughed a bit by his wrecked state while your hand continued to stroke his cock while he tried to quiet down his moans but it was no use since your pulled his hand away from his mouth pinning it above him while you continued to stroke his cock giving him no break or even time to rest and breath for awhile, he let out another loud moan before he came all over your hand and the mattress he let out a deep sigh as he looked like he was about to pass out from how many times he came, you laughed slightly from how ruined he look, he looked at you back with a tired yet pleased look as he felt his knees relaxed but still weak (😘made this at night with coffee and toast, sry if its short)

[kiskisur]

hm.. barbatos stretching you out with a dildo and his own cock? interesting

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

Drunker, But Still In Love

[A rewrite of an old fav of mine. Human Barbatos, dirty talk, creampie, multiple orgasms, friends to lovers, drunk sex lol, masturbation, dubious consent since reader's a fair bit more sober, AFAB Barbs, AMAB Reader. Enjoy]

You were no stranger to peering down the necks of empty bottles with Barbatos, hours lost to liquor and smokes as you talked about everything and nothing at all. You'd known him years, knew him like the back of of your hand, so you never thought there'd come a day when he surprises you.

Yet, as he sips from his wine glass, simultaneously reaching for the bottle again, you begin to think the day was finally upon you.

Right before he reaches it, you snatch it out of range, having to catch both the bottle and your jaw when he whines.

Whines. The Barbatos, your Barbatos, whining. Hell must be getting snow right now.

"What...?" You've effectively been rendered speechless.

Setting the glass down, he pouts. Was God okay? Can somebody check on him? How do you call an ambulance for heaven?

"[Name]..." Your name slips from his lips like a snake in the grass, a myriad of emotions fitted into so many little letters. "Pleaseee... Can I have it back?"

Wobbly as he is, he barely manages to lean towards you without nearly tumbling off the couch. You grab his shirt, yanking him to safety only to have his limp form crash into you. You drop the bottle, but luckily, it doesn't break. Unluckily, however, you may not be able to say the same for your friend's nose.

"Barbatos? Are you okay? What is up with you?"

"[Name], please... Just give it back. I won't do it again."

Gods, you are way out of your element here. It only worsens when his fingers, so weak and trembly, grasp your thin T-shirt in a show of drunken strength, the holds leverage for him to lift himself up till he's nose-to-nose with you.

Well, it's definitely not broken, at least.

"Barbatos, I don't know what you're talking about, but I definitely think you've had enough."

"Is it because of the way I look at you?"

You stop, both eyebrows rising in shock before one drops in confusion. He continues, tears beginning to flow and obscure cloudy emerald-green eyes.

"I'm sorry. It's not my fault. I want you so bad and every time you look at me my heart jumps and every time we hold hands I wonder how they'd feel anywhere, everywhere else on my body." He sniffs, his eyebrows scrunch in what is soon revealed to be frustration.

"But you. You never noticed anything. You go on and on, every week, a new lover this, a crazy ex that. You've made your way around every "friend" I've ever seen you have, but you won't so much as kiss me on a dare!"

Ho. Ly. Shit. He was talking about last week, when the two of you once again engaged in the habit of destroying your liver, but with a bit more company. A game of truth or dare had started up, one that got dirty quick. Soon, you'd chosen dare, and the decree had been passed: Kiss Barbatos on the lips.

They didn't ask for tongue, or give a time limit. A simple peck would have sufficed. But as the hopeful green-eyed man turned towards you, he found you shaking your head, waving your hand, laughing like such a thing was utter nonsense.

"No can do, Barbie's my best friend. Nothing more."

Nothing more. Such damning words. He didn't need to fake sick after you said them; his stomach turned with regret and self pity immediately, and he spent the rest of the night home alone, seemingly molded to the bed. Every day with you has felt like hell since then, a quiet, unseen one of his own creation. Yet, he craved your touch more than ever now. It was driving him insane. It drove him here.

"[Name], please. I'm begging you. Let me drown my sorrows. I don't want to love you any more."

Despite the many other revelations tonight, you still somehow had the capacity to be surprised. He loves you. Barbatos, your sweetest, dearest, bestest friend, loves you.

"Barbatos... I, I don't know what to say."

He sniffs again, and instinctively, you cup his face, wiping his tears and searching for a napkin for his nose. You find one, stained with grease from the pizza box, but intact. He blows his nose as you pet his hair, before tossing it to makeshift trash bag you've set up.

"Every time you describe what you do with randoms, I wish it was me."

"Barbie, why don't you slow down and tell me about this when you're sober? This is a lot to take in–"

"I want to 'take in' you." There it was, that pout again, paired with a sassiness you know well. He looks adorable, his eyes nearly closed under the weight of the lids, his face so flushed that with the green hair, there were a number of fruits you could call him. His eyes were still a bit watery, but he wipes them on his own this time, continuing.

"I wanna feel you bad. I want you on top of me, holding my legs however you wish as you split me in two. I wanna be chest-to-chest, your hands on my hips helping me ride you. I want you on every inch of my skin, in the bed, on the wall in the kitchen on the couch. Just fuck me."

His hands roam his own body, roughly palming his chest until his nipples peak through his shirt, his fingers twisting and pinching the peaks as he cries about his fantasies.

"I touch myself to you every night."

Fuck. What an erotic confession. "I stuff myself full looking for the stretch you'd give me, but it's not enough. It's never enough. I can't cum off it, no matter how hard I try and pretend it's you there, fucking me senseless, whispering lusty nonsense in my ear. I can't even do hook ups, because they'll never be you. All I want is you, even if you'll only have me tonight, even if I'm sloppy and drunk and desperate." His voice is frustrated and breathy, his face contorting as the anger at how badly his body needs you meets the pleasure his own fingers give him.

"It's not the same..." He sighs defeatedly, seemingly referring to his own touch compared to how he imagined yours.

Your breath hasn't come in at a steady pace for a while now. His monologue was a summoned imagery of a long list of filthy acts done with you in mind, the confession of lust like something you'd read about in a book. He was stripping himself, his shirt tossed to the floor, his pants bunched around his thighs as his pussy, covered by only a tuft of green hair, was spread wide by his own fingers. Right where you could see it.

Already he was sopping wet, clear arousal dripping onto the couch as the lewd squish of his fingers entering his hole met your ears. Somehow, he'd gotten even redder, and now the blush had spread down his neck and chest, reaching for his navel.

"[Nameeeee]." He called, nuzzling into your chest.

"Don't you want to feel me too? I promise I feel good. I'll make you feel so good. You'll never need anyone else ever again. I promise. Fuck me, Hon."

The calm, collected, and careful Barbatos was no more. In his place, a desperate slut who needed your cock to save his life. You've never treated him the way you treated others, out of respect for your friendship. You didn't keep him around for sex, or for partying. He was one of the few genuine connections you had, and more than anything, more than you wanted to touch and taste and feel him, you wanted him to be happy.

You thought that you'd been keeping him happy. But if he'd find the most joy in a night with you, no, a life with you, you'd give him all of yours in a heartbeat.

In a flurry of movement, his back hits the couch. His fingers leave his cunt with a wet pop as you make quick work of his bottoms, spreading his legs wide so you can fit yourself between them.

"Really?" His eyes are wide, a wobbly smile growing on his features. "You'll do it? You'll do me?"

Your eyes narrow as you pull him impossibly closer, your clothed boner resting on his bare cunt. "I'll do anything you want to you, Barbatos. Ask, and you shall receive."

Your voice is deep and raunchy, something blatantly primal coming over you. You were the predator, and he was prey, all too eager to jump into your maw, to feel your teeth pierce skin and muscle and bone as you devour him whole.

How didn't you realize it before? You were the predator, but it was he who was starving.

"I want you to cum inside me. I'll take it all, every drop you give me."

You needed no further persuading. Two sets of hands work to relieve you of your clothes, and then, blessedly, you're skin to skin. Barbatos can feel himself overheating, his heartbeat like a drum in his ears. There's no way this was really happening. In a few moments, you'd put it in, and in his excitement he'd wake himself up, only to be covered in his own cum and drenched in sweat.

Your pants hit the floor, and finally, his savior was freed. Your cock stood proud, a bead of precum on the tip. It was just like he imagined: heavy, with a thick odor that made his mouth water and prominent veins all along the underside. As he stared at it longer, he blushed. It was the exact color he'd imagined too.

You pressed the tip to his entrance, but he stopped you. "Wait! I, um, can I..."

This sudden bout of bashfulness threw you more off guard than anything else he'd done tonight. He takes a second to build his courage before meeting your gaze. "Can I put it in?"

You would have fucked him long ago if you knew it'd be this hot. The perfect mix of shy and slutty, saying such dirty things while looking at you like that.

You don't even respond, simply allow him to straddle your lap, taking your length in hand pressing it back to his entrance. "May I ask one more thing?"

"Anything in the world, Barbatos."

"Will you kiss me?"

'Of course'

You don't say it, rather, you let your actions speak for you. You take him by the cheek, bringing him in for a kiss as he takes you all in one go, the slap of skin as he sits on your dick making you throb.

Twin moans morph and mix in your mouths, passion making you sloppy as he sets an unforgiving pace for himself. Your hands find his hips, but he doesn't need any help, pure instinct carrying him farther than you could ever go.

"Baby, fuck, slow down!" You choke past your gasps, each slam of his hips stealing your breath away. He's gone in the head, his eyes glazed over as the grip on your shoulders gets tighter and tighter, his blunt nails still managing to stab you as he chases the climax he's been denied for months now.

It starts as drunken nonsense between sharp breaths, but soon, he's chanting your name, spewing your praises like a man spared a pain.

"I feel good, right? Tell me you love me. Tell me you'll stay here and fuck me forever baby." If you didn't know any better, you'd say his pupils were little hearts right now.

"Can you feel how bad I need you? Every second you're not inside me is hell, and every second you are is paradise. My pussy has your name on it, forever, till the end of time. Please, fill it up, mark it as yours. Cum inside me baby."

You obey the wicked temptress that'd taken over your (typically far more docile) bestie's body, capturing his hips at the deepest point, ensuring that he feels you in the farthest parts of him. You cum, your mind going blank as he clenches down, squealing from somewhere far away. The hypnotic pulse of his walls as he cums drags your seed deeper, your dick being hugged so tightly his cunt would surely remember the shape.

You release him, and to your horror, he's up again, slamming his body back down onto your sensitive cock. The sounds you make are raw and filter-less, the sweet pain of overstimulation making you shake. Barbatos is in no better shape; he's too sensitive to maintain the pace he had before, but too greedy to come to a stop. He wants you, more of you, all of you.

Through your daze, you hear him, feel fat tear droplets begin to pepper your abdomen. "No, no, nooo.... Not yet... I'm not ready yet." His sobs are so sweet, so innocent compared to the greedy, leaky cunt the words stemmed from. Even as he cried, he rode you, his pussy bright red from the self-inflicted beating.

Fuck. How the hell did he manage to hide this from you for so long? How the hell did you not notice?!

A bout of Herculean strength switches your positions, his back once again landing on the couch. You don't give him time to breathe, ravaging his remains like the starved man you are. He wanted you to mark him, to make him yours, and you'd do so.

His screams were music to your ears, pleas for mercy and more blending until they were mere babbles. His nails raked down your back, clawed at whatever they could find as his walls spasmed, the stimulation just too much for one man. You cup his neck, pulling him into your lap and capturing him in a kiss as you begin to bounce him, using his body weight against him. Your other hand releases his waist, leaving his two trembling arms to support his wait as you begin another attack on his clit.

As expected, he crumbles. Three quick circles and he's convulsing, his arms failing him as he collapses partially onto the chair arm, partially into your lap. Once again, the pull of his pussy as he cums is too much for you, and you fill him up again, the feeling of your own cum leaking out of him, dripping down your shaft onto the ruined chair below almost enough to entice you into another round.

Poor Barbatos. He's half conscious, babbling thank you's. You rest your head on his shoulder, tuning him out until you had enough strength to pull out.

It took a while, but you did. His walls fluttered awake, clenching weakly as though they truly couldn't bare to see you go. You escape rather reluctantly, and find Barbs dead sleep. You carry him to the bedroom, falling into bed and only stay awake long enough to cover him with blankets

When you awaken, he's covered you too. His face is blushed already, thoughts of last night, the way he acted, and your response having played in his mind for hours before you opened your eyes. Seeing you in bed the next day made it real in a way the dull throb of his pussy couldn't. It really was you.

"I wanted to apologize for-"

"Sheesh, man, can I get a good morning first?"

You pull him into your arms, amused by the stark contrast to the side you saw last night. "We can talk about everything later. Much, much later. Like, tomorrow, later. Until then, just rest. There's no way you're fully recovered already."

He wasn't. In fact, his head still beat with a hellish hangover, not aided by his own massive mortification. But, he couldn't sleep quite yet.

"[Name], just, let me say this one thing."

You give him your full attention, your eyes locked on his. "I... I meant everything I said last night. I really don't want you to think I just wanted sex, I really do..."

"Love you."

You smile, dragging him into a kiss as bubbles float around your soul. "I never doubted you for a second, Barbie. I love you too."

His joy is palpable, raw and genuine. He kisses you this time, and for the rest of the morning, no one else matters.

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Eek! Did you enjoy ? I wanted the story to make more sense, the sex to feel more rewarding. Like yeah in the og he's drunk n horny and that's fun, but like, he's drunk and the love of his life is right next to him without a clue. He'd be horny AND sad, fs. And I feel it's more in character for Barbatos to be a sad drunk. TN is horny and desperate sober

[r0-boat]

hii puppydog here <3

been thinking about sub obey me again so:

barbatos w a petplay kink, specifically him w a bunnyplay kink <3, he likes being made to wear a collar n a pair of bunny ears n all that jazz

barbatos being made to breed his owner over n over again until hes shooting blanks, drool dripping down his chin as he comes down from the overstimulation

Oh? One subby bunny! Barb x Gentle dom! Mc with pet play and praise coming right up

Bunny Boy Butler

Sub! Barbatos drabble

Cw: praise kink, pet play, breeding kink

His eyes clouded with lust; he leans into your touch. Barbatos's cock throbs in your hand as he rubs against your palm. He lets out a grown when you get his balls a little squeeze. You slide from his cheek, your fingers tracing over his jawline down his chin till you reach his collar. Sliding your finger underneath the leather, you give it a tug earning a whimper from your pet

"please..."

"Please what?" you purr giving him a teasing smirk

"Please master." Barbatos repeats "let me be inside you I want to make you feel good..."

" good boy~" the praise rolls off your tongue making shivers run down his spine. "Patience pet. You breed me soon."

His breath shakes at your words the mirror idea a feeling you around him has him drooling. "Y-yes..."

You play with his drooling cock. Taking the scene before you, his bare chest rising and falling in rhythm with your slow strokes, precum drooling from his head, making your hands slick. He has yet to take his eyes off you, deliciously desperate to have you underneath him, His neck covered in your marks—the cute bunny ears on top of his head.

You loved the way he sounded, his soft gasp and whimpers, especially when you continued to pet him, removing your finger from his leather collar, trailing your fingers down, and gliding across his collarbone to his chest. Barbatos's breath shakes, his eyes widening when he sees you get on top of him as you guide his cock just above your entrance. He immediately takes your hips into his hands.

" gonna be a good bunny for me and make me feel so good?" You ask, gliding the drooling head of his cock, kissing your entrance. Before gently pushing it inside.

"yes! I'll make you feel so good." He moans, his eyes rolling back, already feeling your walls grip around him. You let out your own noises taking your time accommodating his demon cock, feeling it stretch you out more and more as you slide further down. No matter how much he wanted to slam your hips down, making you take him deeper and immediately start pounding and breed you right there, Barbatos was a good boy, a well-mannered, good boy, and like a good obedient pet; he waited patiently for you to adjust to his size before you eventually started moving. At that point, he couldn't help but move with you, buck his hips up while you grind down on his cock. Your breath hitches, feeling his head hitting deeper, immediately hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars.

"You're doing so well, Barb! Keep moving like that!" Your words urged him on his fingers digging to your side to see begins to slam you down. It seems you finally broke him, feeling your insides cramping down on his throbbing cock, his heavy balls slamming against you as he thrusts up to meet your hips every time he slams you down. Barbatos was already close, and he showed no signs of stopping or slowing down.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck! Barb s-so good! Your so big! Mmmh~! Breeding me so good!"

Your squeals going straight to his cock. His orgasm hits him hard eager to give you precisely what you want. He keeps moving his hips fucking his cum deeper the sounds of his seed mixed with your juices, and delicious moans echoing throughout his room, paired with the overstimulation maked him close once more. At that point you weren't sure if he was using your body to breed with or you were using him. You are just as eager to drain his balls with how tight you are squeezing him and how hard you were grinding against him, trying desperately to match with his movements.

Barbatos lets out a rather loud whine ashe fills you up once more. You were glad that it was just him and you and the castle because your beloved pet was unable to stifle any noises he was making beyond that point his eyes rolled back in his mouth open drill dripping down his chin has he focused all his energy and keeping his wild and unrelenting pace. He completely takes over as you start to tire though he still whimpers and begs for you to keep cumming on his cock, addicted to breeding you.

" you're so s-strong! Mmh! Fuuuck! Hah-! Good boy! Using- Using me like the good horny boy you are!"

Praises fall from your lips like word vomit, the pleasure making your mind go blank. Even though your bunny boy controlled your hips, you had to give him a small reminder of who he really belonged to. Your hand tried to grasp at his collar, your fingers catching the small iron chain, a part of the collar tugging at it and tightening it around his throat.

Barbatos's legs shake. He throws his head back, letting out a roar as he comes again, his fingernails leaving marks in your skin as he holds you, still filling you up. He's not sure if he could even cum anymore though he was too addicted to stop.

[angelsrcute]

I saw that you wanted some requests so I thought I would drop one in :>

Imagine Barbatos (OM) with an angel reader. Literally the oldest demon in the devildom, maybe even the oldest living creature in all three realms, with a sweet oblivious angel. HhHhhhhhhh corruption kink go brrrrr

CORRUPTED LITTLE ANGEL ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ genre — smut ! ◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ parings — Barbatos and gn!reader. ◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ warnings — degradation, mirror sex, threesome(?), rough sex.

Demon!Barbatos with an Angel!Reader.

Demon!Barbatos who wants to corrupt you. Make you a filthy little angel!

Demon!Barbatos who'd laugh at the look on Michael's face when he sees one of his best angel like this.

Demon!Barbatos who'd probably take out his anger out on you, your race created so much trouble for his young lord.

Demon!Barbatos who loves to fuck you so rough that you can't walk straight the next day.

Demon!Barbatos who loves marking you as his, his prized trophy!

Demon!Barbatos who'd share you with diavolo to relieve stress.

Demon!Barbatos who'd degrade you while fucking you.

Demon!Barbatos who pulls at your hair while fucking you infront of a mirror.

Demon!Barbatos who punishes you if you do bad in studies, spanks you till you get the answers right.

"Oh,what will your dear Michael do when he sees you like this? begging to be filled up like a street whore." Barbatos says as he slips in his tongue in your mouth.

©3333 Angie ౨ৎ ; do not copy or plagiarise my works!

[devildom-moss]

SIMBARB HURT/COMFORT.

That's all!

Remember to eat, sleep and dont do drugs!

Sincerely, 💜

This one was a little vague, so hopefully you like it 💜anon, and thank you for the request. I wasn't sure what to write at first, but I think it ended up pretty cute. (also I really hope you meant Simeon x Barbatos without MC, because that's what I wrote). I hope you didn't want heavy angst because this ended up so soft.

SimBarb hurt/comfort

(Barbatos x Simeon)

(mentions of slight physical injury) (fluff)

Word Count: +1,600

There was an unusual subtle ache in every muscle of Barbatos’s body when he woke up that morning. The pain concentrated in his throat, which felt drier than usual. He forced himself out of bed and got something to drink, holding onto a weak, fragile hope that collapsed into a void when his morning tea did nothing to soothe his throat. Barbatos sighed, blowing the steam out from his cup. He was sick.

It wasn’t just the sudden illness that annoyed Barbatos, it was the fact that he got sick the very day that Simeon had planned to visit the castle. Barbatos had spent the last three days working harder than ever to ensure he could spend a peaceful afternoon alone with Simeon. He had done everything except make the snacks he was going to serve with tea that afternoon. His mind had spent days imagining long, intimate conversations and a leisurely walk. If they could find some peace and if Barbatos could make his move, maybe they would have some time to get intimate in a more physical sense. Well, there’s nothing to be done now, he figured.

Barbatos went to the supply closet and grabbed a mask. He could have sent a message to Simeon and canceled their plans. He could have informed Diavolo and taken the day off to rest. He could have done a half-dozen other things than washing up and preparing the food he planned to make. As long as he wore the mask and avoided infecting the food, it would be fine; that was the rationalization Barbatos allowed himself. After all, Simeon always enjoyed the sweets he made, and Barbatos would hate to disappoint him. It didn’t matter how much slower he seemed to be moving, either; Barbatos still had a few hours until Simeon arrived – or, at least, he thought he did.

“Good morning, Barbatos,” Simeon peaked into the kitchen. Barbatos had been facing away from the doorway, and he jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion; he was certain he had more time. Simeon laughed sweetly and explained, “I’m sorry to surprise you. I met Diavolo on the way in, so I didn’t have a chance to ring the door. I know I’m early, but when I checked the weather, I noticed that it was scheduled to start raining soon, and I wanted to beat the rain. I forgot to tell you since I was in such a rush.”

“No, it’s alright. I’m glad you made it before the rain hit,” Barbatos spoke, muffled through his mask. He looked over his shoulder at Simeon – careful not to stare too long at the angel.

Simeon heard the muffled speech and saw the glimpse of a mask. He groaned, displeased, and approached the demon. “Barbatos, are you sick?”

“Slightly, it seems, but I’ll manage.”

“Barbatos,” Simeon sighed disapprovingly, “you should stop and get some rest. What in the Devildom are you doing in the kitchen? If something needs to be done, tell me, and I’ll take care of it for you.”

“I’m afraid I must decline your offer. I’m fine – simply not in top form. You needn’t worry. I’m nearly done here.”

Simeon glanced down at the tartlets on the counter. Barbatos grabbed a fresh blood red plum and cut it open. He took half of the plum in his hand and expertly pitted it with the tip of his knife. Simeon watched on in pity.

Without so much as a tickle in his throat to warn him, Barbatos was overcome by a coughing fit that caused him to jolt and slice his palm open, cutting through his glove and a layer of flesh. Simeon gasped and rushed Barbatos to the sink, pulling him by the wrist.

“Simeon, I can –” Barbatos started, but he cut himself off when Simeon looked up at him with a serious gaze – one that chilled Barbatos to the core and warned him not to protest. Simeon removed the glove and ran Barbatos’s hand under the sink until the water ran clear. Through the sting, as slight as it was, Barbatos refused to react or show any sign of pain.

“Do you have a clean rag?” Simeon glanced around the kitchen.

“Second drawer from the top next to the fridge.” Simeon left Barbatos holding his hand over the sink while he fetched the cloth.

He brought the dirty knife and the rag back with him, setting the knife in the sink to be washed later. With a gentle, angelic touch, Simeon pressed the rag directly onto the cut. The first thing Simeon noticed was how warm the palm of Barbatos’s hand was. Pulling his attention back from that warmth, Simeon asked, “You have a first-aid kit in your room, right?”

“Of course, but there’s one in the pantry as well,” Barbatos informed him, although reluctantly. There was no need for Simeon to worry so much over something this insignificant.

“Yes, but we should get you bandaged up in your room.” Simeon smiled sheepishly at Barbatos, who felt his face burn from the suggestive nature of his thoughts, only to be humiliated by his presumption when Simeon added, “You dripped a bit of blood onto your sleeve, and you’ll probably want a new glove once you’re all patched up.”

“Oh.” Barbatos looked down to see a few spots of blood staining his clothes. He nodded slowly. “You’re right.”

“Keep this pressed to your palm as we walk to your room – unless you want me to hold your hand the entire way there.” Simeon nudged Barbatos towards the door.

“I am capable of walking to my room on my own.”

“Yes, I know, but I’m going to tend to the cut for you.”

“I can dress my own wounds,” Barbatos protested.

“Yes, you can, but I can, too. Let me do this for you.”

Once inside his room, Barbatos pointed out his first-aid kit for Simeon and sat on the bed patiently. Simeon joined him and offered his hand, palm up and expecting, waiting to cradle Barbatos’s injured hand. At least Simeon had the kindness to not warn Barbatos of a potential sting as he pressed an alcohol swab to the cut – to allow Barbatos the dignity of presumed knowledge and anticipation. Barbatos sat, quiet and still, through the process.

“Tell me if it’s too tight,” Simeon instructed Barbatos as he began slowly wrapping gauze around his hand. When he finished, he kept Barbatos’s hand in his and caressed along the side of the wrap softly with his thumb. “Is it okay?”

“Yes, thank you,” Barbatos offered him a smile that stayed disguised behind the mask. “You really didn’t need to do that.”

“I know.” Simeon lowered his head and kissed the palm of Barbatos’s hand, then left another kiss on his wrist. Barbatos felt his face burn at the show of tenderness. So rarely had he been at the receiving end of doting affection that he found himself unnaturally flustered. Simeon looked up at him with a sickly sweetness. “You should learn how to allow someone to take care of you, Barbatos.”

“I’m trying,” he admitted – half humiliated to be loved.

“Take off your shirt,” Simeon instructed him.

“Pardon?” Barbatos’s eyes widened.

Simeon laughed, knowing he had successfully caused a stir in Barbatos. “I’ll wash it with your glove before I make some soup for you – assuming I have permission to make use of your kitchen.”

“You always have permission to access the kitchen, but –”

“Excellent,” Simeon cut him off. “The last time Luke got sick, I made him some soup that soothed his sore throat and cleared up his sinuses. I’m not sure if you’ll have all the ingredients, but I can go to the market if I have to. Now, that shirt?”

Barbatos sighed and began to undo his coat before unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m well enough to do laundry and cook.”

“And I’m in better health for both. Or do you not trust me to help out?” Simeon tilted his head slightly. That was a dirty trick.

So, of course, Barbatos had to concede. He handed his soiled shirt to Simeon. “Alright, just don’t push yourself for my sake. You could get sick, too – especially if you go out in the cold rain. We should have enough ingredients – if it’s the soup I think you’re talking about.”

“Oh, right! You’re the one who sent me that recipe.” Simeon laughed at his own forgetfulness as he tucked the shirt over his arm. He glanced out the massive window in Barbatos’s room. Somehow, he hadn’t noticed the gentle rain hitting the glass. It had grown particularly dark, and a thin mist obscured the usual view. A soft, content sigh left Simeon. “I didn’t realize the rain was here already, but I guess we’re both guilty of being oblivious.”

“I beg your pardon?” Barbatos was never – or almost never – accused of being oblivious. Often, he was accused of being quite the opposite. “What makes you say that?”

“You haven’t realized that I don’t mind the risk of getting sick.” Simeon leaned in, lifted Barbatos’s mask, and pulled it down before kissing him gently. Simeon’s hand rested on Barbatos’s bare chest, feeling his heart pound. “You’re worth it.”

Barbatos yanked his mask back up the second Simeon pulled away, determined to hide his smile and blush. “You’re certainly bold, angel.”

“You deserve to be cared for once in a while. I promise that the next time I get sick, I’ll let you dote on me.” Simeon pet Barbatos with a chuckle before sliding his hand down from Barbatos’s soft hair to his injured hand. “For now – at least until the rain lets up – let yourself go and trust in my capable hands.”

Suddenly, Barbatos wished that it would rain all through the night.