#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.

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

A Torturous Dream

Pt 1/2. Anxious!Loser!AMABReader x AFAB!Barbatos. Cumming untouched, wet dreams, you making an absolute fool of yourself and a healthy dose of desperation]

The beautiful butler Barbatos. 

The picture of perfection. Always dressed to the 9s, he performs his duties as if he was born for this sole purpose. The very picture of elegance, the cover boy of grace. He was, in every sense, flawless. 

You wanted to tear that perfection to pieces.

To watch this masterpiece of a man be ruined at your touch. You'd stuff him so full of dick he couldn't think straight. No, you'd stuff him till he couldn't think at all. He'd be absolutely stupefied, so dumb on your cock he'd pledge his allegiance to you.

The very idea makes you shiver. Oh, Barbatos…

“Yes?”

Fuck!

The man of your dreams stands before you, real to the touch. Today, he lacked his uniform— a sight equal parts strange and intriguing. Honestly, you don't know where to look. His layers have been replaced with a breezy button up blouse, the short sleeves allowing you to drink in the toned biceps he kept hidden. He kept the slacks, but they were airy, a much more comfortable fit than usual. 

In fact, his whole demeanor seemed more relaxed than you think you've EVER seen it. What the hell..?

 “What's with all this?” Wow. Okay, asshole. “I mean, fuck, I like it, just, y'know, it's-”

“Different?” He offers, smiling politely before blessing you with a graceful twirl that inspires sinful thoughts. “I'm well aware. I ran into all seven of the brothers before I got here.”

You both laugh, his aura of ease washing over you in gentle waves. Suddenly, it's a bit easier to breathe, and you find the confidence to look him straight in the eye.

As you do, the light’s catching just right in those ivy greens. Mirth makes them glow, and you find yourself deep in cliché; lost this far in his eyes, there's no map that could ever get you out of here.

“[-ame]. [Name]? Hello?”

“Huh? Yes?”

“I was asking if you'd needed anything, or only wished to see me up close.”

“I-I did, actually.” You did…what, again? His Adam's apple had bobbed in his throat, and fuck if your eyes weren't fixated on the movement. “I need you.”

“Oh?” You're a fucking idiot. Blood floods your face and heats your skin faster than a flame could. You're sure your own embarrassment was radiating in waves. Worst of all… he seemed to find it quite funny. 

“I meant… I need your help.” His smile stiffens slightly, that usual formality slinking back in to ruin the moment. “Wait! It's nothing serious, just uhh… erm..” 

Searching desperately for an excuse on why you ��called” him over in the first place, you realize the answer was standing right in front of you. 

“My uniform! Its been ruined. Left some candy in a coat pocket, next thing I know, Beel's eaten the whole thing! Haha..ha.. so, uh, yes, could you… come help me get a new one tailored?”

His eyebrow, perfect as the rest of him, quirks up in a way that somehow goes straight to your dick. However, everything he does goes straight to your dick, so. 

“I see… do you already have an appointment in place?”

You choke, feeling the lie lodge in your throat. 

“A-appointment? I need an appointment?”

He chuckles. A win, in your book. “Did you truly think you could have an entire uniform customized on a whim?” He giggles. In fact, you think there's a light blush beginning to dust his cheeks. Holy shit, were you really making THE Barbatos blush and giggle like some schoolgirl?

“Oh… well, that's out I guess. Thank–”

“Actually…” A smirk creeps onto his face. His index finger, gloved in white silk, taps his chin thoughtfully. Those eyes, deep and mesmerizing as they are, take you in. You can feel the weight of them from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, lingering long on certain parts.

“It is my duty as a butler to provide top quality services to the prince before he even realizes he needs it. Tailoring is a non-negotiable skill. But the Young Lord is not under my care today.” He smiles wide, pearly fangs flashing as long lashes flutter closed in what looks suspiciously like satisfaction.

“I suppose I'll take care of you instead.”

—--

The tailoring room was just as grand as the rest of the castle, chock full of fabrics and tailoring-things, yet unlike even the most famous tailors in town, the place was so well organized an absolute nimrod of a man could navigate it.

Cough. Solomon.

Barbatos guides you to a platform in the middle of the room, directly in front of a large mirror, before disappearing round the corner.  Automatically, you started to pick apart your outfit, feeling unusually insecure about how you look today. A simple shirt, baggy bottoms, the same old shoes. You hadn't dressed with an impromptu date with the love of your life in mind, that's for sure.

You shake your head, slapping your cheeks twice. You need to get your head in the game. This was a rare chance to impress him, make him want to talk to you more and more, potentially even make him fall in love with you! It was too late to change your outfit, but not your attitude!

(Were you always this corny when nervous, or was he an exception?)

The man of the hour reappears with measuring tape in hand and a scrunch between his eyebrows. “Have you ever been to a tailor before?” He questions.

“Nope…” you shake your head, “I'm glad you're my first.” Were you cursed to keep making vaguely sexual replies to normal comments? Shit. 

He chuckles, continuing on. “I'm glad to be your first too.” His stride stops in front of you. It takes everything not to look away as he takes you in, the thoughtful look on his face making you gulp in anticipation. 

Finally, he meets your gaze. “Strip.” A simple command, a not-so simple task.

“..huh?” Maybe you mish-

“I need you to take these off, [Name].” A single finger tugs on the belt strap at the front of your pants. His eyes never leave yours, his seriousness unquestionable. 

He steps up onto the platform. He's so close you can feel his breath on your face, and at this proximity you're sure he can feel the heat radiating off yours. Blood you desperately needed in your brain was filling your dick, and if this went on any longer you were sure to start panting like a dog in heat. 

Hell, he's getting closer. His lips graze your ear and your knees almost buckle. “I can assist you, if you'll allow me.” 

You swallow, only to find your mouth dry as the Sahara desert. Nodding dumbly, you choke out, “I'd like that.”

He chuckles a bit, and your cock throbs so hard you're almost sure you've creamed your pants. His hand finds your waist, dragging from hip to hip as he makes his way behind you. 

You lock eyes in the mirror. Your hard on is as clear as a human world day, but he doesn't speak on it. Hands heavy with intention, he removes your shirt at a snail's pace. Each inch of skin is as if seeing it for the first time; you don't recognize your body under his touch. The torso he exposed feels foreign to you, this whole event a dream that'll plague you for the rest of your days. 

You lift your arms up so he can fully remove your shirt. He folds it, tosses it neatly to the side. He doesn't immediately start on your pants though— instead, he throws you a curveball. 

“How was your day, [Name]?”

You blink, the response well rehearsed and quick. “Good, yours?” 

In the mirror, you can see his eyes lying lustfully along the length of your spine. You stiffen, feeling gloved finger pads press against your lower back. “I awoke with a wonderful dream fresh in my mind today.”

He drags his fingers up up up, before trailing four gloved pads down each arm. You warble out, “What was it about?”

He reaches your hands, lacing his fingers through yours and bringing your fist up to his mouth. He places a soft kiss on it.

“Us.”

Your knees really do buckle this time, but you're safe in his arms. He's wrapped his and your own around you, holding you to his chest.

“What-” you squeak, flinching at the sound. Clearing your throat, you try again, “What were we doing, Barbatos?”

His head rests in the crook of your neck, putting you cheek to cheek with him. 

“I was riding you.”

You choke on air, the room seeming to spin as you lean further onto him. He was- he was what? He was what?

“Is that surprising?” he's got a smile in his voice, but you're too dazed to look at him and confirm. He said he was riding you. Barbatos is holding you tight in his arms, and whispering in your ear about riding you. The Barbatos, the love of your life… had a dream about riding you.

“T-Tell me more. Please.” You hope your voice didn't actually sound that breathless and weak. He hums, his eyelids lowering to near slits as his hand finally moves for your buckle.

“We were right here.” God's above. “You sat on the edge, right in front the mirror.” Your buckle comes loose, and he moves on to your zipper. “You were practically crying. You told me how badly you needed me, how you couldn't cum without feeling my insides.”

His voice is sultry velvet, the perfect mix to make your cock throb and leak just as he dropped your pants past your knees. “I'd never felt hornier in my life.”

In the mirror, you stare at him. He stares at your cock. Specifically, the wet spot staining your briefs. 

“And you felt so good inside me.”

You could cum right now off his voice and words alone. He saw you twitch when he said it, saw the wet spot get a little bigger. He's watching the effect he has on you in real time. 

“Do you think I feel good, love?”

“Yes.” Your voice is ragged, desire dripping from the tears and leaking around the rough edges. Lust clogs your throat and clouds your mind, your breath coming out in heavy bursts as your dick swells impossibly further. 

“[Name]... do you want to feel me...” You moan, the teasing alone making you sensitive and needy. 

“..from the inside?” 

Fuckkk. The question curls an electric ball tight in your stomach, the edge far too close for him to not have even touched you yet.

He licks along the shell of your ear, whispering as if telling you an important secret. 

“Will you make my dream come true?” 

You throw your head back and cum, your choked, gasping moans music to his ears as he watches you make a mess of yourself. Your fists find his pants and grip the waistband till it tears, all the while his arms wrap tight around you, holding you up. His lips press soft kisses to your sensitive neck, and you swear a second wave of pleasure hits you, damn near stronger than the first. It was just your luck to cum twice off a kiss alone. A neck kiss, at that. 

You're too lost in bliss to worry about the time that passes between when you cum and when you come to. But when you do, your head is resting comfortably in Barbatos’ lap. “Finally, you're awake.”

“Awake? How long was I…?”

“An hour.” He smiles softly, obviously amused. “I must admit, I'm rarely surprised, but you've wowed me several times today now.”

Embarrassing. You finally get the chance to be alone with your crush, and you cream your pants twice and pass out for an hour. Wonderful work, really.

“I am so sorry.”

“No need to apologize— your snoring was actually quite endearing.” A groan of deep shame leaves you as you curl up into a pathetic little ball (still) on his lap. He laughs, full on laughs at you this time. Hell, he's probably been giggling about this the entire time you slept!

“I'm only teasing, [Name]. But you do snore-”

“Huh?”

“What?” You snap your head to look at him but find nothing but a polite smile.

He sighs, his shoulders dropping as his expression softens. Before he can speak though, you interject. “Really, Barbatos, I'm sorry… I didn't even get a chance to try and match your expectations before I ruined them. I'll take my leave, before I waste anymore of your time.”

His eyebrows both rise, before scrunching in obvious confusion. “You're leaving?”

Well, now you're not sure anymore. “Yes… I think?”

His face falls, the corners of his lips turning downwards just slightly in a small frown. “Oh…” Barbatos looks as if he wants to say more. His mouth opens, closes, opens again, before he finally sighs, defeated. 

“I- I can stay, too. I'm sorry. I'm fucking this up, aren't I? I'm sorry. I don't know how or what- what am I even saying?...” You ramble on, your nerves returning full force till anxiety makes pacing difficult from how badly you're shaking. You start to sweat, moving to tug at your collar only to realize you didn't have one. In fact, you didn't have any clothes on.

Before you can start fretting about that too, he speaks. “I wanted you to touch me.”

You pause where you stand. The butler's voice is nothing short of a lifeline, and focusing on it helps your head clear. He continues, “My dreams are often prophetic… Yet every single one with you in it never seems to come true. I've been tortured by thoughts of your hands on my hips and your lips on my skin for what feels like eons now. Slow, devastating eons.”

Though no longer on the verge of hyperventilating, you now found yourself taking deep, heavy breaths. Despair had never looked so good; dark green locks mussed out of place as lithe fingers run through them pair perfectly with his downturned gaze, his irises shaded by thick lashes. He was splayed against the corner of the couch, his body sagging into the cushions as if he hoped to stay there, one with the velvet covering. 

The tatters of his pants flopped in such a way you could see his happy trail leading further south. He shifts, his shirt riding up to expose more perfect skin and a perfectly toned stomach. Enticing as the sight was, you almost forgot he was singing his sorrows to you. 

“I have never once in my existence begged. There are few things that I cannot have; the timelines are infinite and I can switch them at will. But… I want your heart in all of them. I need it. Can't you see how long I've waited for this? Can't you see that I need it?” 

What a heavenly demon he was. Guilt at being blinded by your own embarrassment swam at the back of your mind, but the forefront was consumed entirely in renewed vigor. Barbatos said he needs you. How can you leave when he needs you?

Breathless, you climb back onto the couch. One knee between long legs, the other barely balancing on the edge of the couch. You put your hand on the spine, near enough his head you'd effectively closed him in on that side. Your free hand finds the back of his neck, drawing the despondent demon up where you could see him clearly.

His eyes were sad and dark, the lids heavy with disappointment. His stare barely penetrated the thick shade of his lash line, and his lips had formed a little pout. A dusty red painted his cheeks, ears, and throat. You don't think you've ever been harder in your life.

“What do you want me to do to you,  Barbatos?” You say, airily.

His response is equally breathless. “Everything.”

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A/N: can you guess what part two is called

[daisies-and-domming]

✯Masterlist✯

Welcome to daisies and domming, where all your wildest dreams come true...want to see what we have to offer?

✫Jujutsu Kaisen✫

Side Effects (NSFW) - subby!Nanami Kento x reader; Your boyfriend has been on edge recently - most likely due to a rapid increase in curses over the last few weeks - so when you get a call from Shoko, you assume the worst. Lucky for you both, he’s not dead. However, she informs you that he’s experiencing some strange side effects, so you find yourself rushing to Jujutsu Tech to deal with a rather unfortunate… problem.

Boxing Day (SFW) - various JJK characters x reader; You and your partner had a Merry Christmas, but now it’s time for you to move on to the new year! How long does it take for you to take down all of your Christmas decorations, and what challenges do you run into along the way? 

✫Stranger Things✫

Movie Night For Two (Can I Call it a Date?) (SFW) - Robin Buckley x reader; Steve can't make movie night - normally you’d be sad but alone time with the girl of your dreams is just what you're looking for.

Boy Next Door (NSFW) - sub!Billy Hargrove x reader; You’ve lived in the trailer park nearly your entire life, long enough to know that nothing in Hawkins was ever normal. So when the new king of the school starts dropping by your trailer at ungodly hours, you don’t even blink - why would you? Weirder shit’s happened here, and you’re certainly not complaining either, not when the king decides to get on his knees for you.

You Jealous, Mrs. Wheeler? (NSFW) - Part 2 to Boy Next Door; sub!Billy Hargrove x reader; You assumed your fling with Billy was a one time thing - he wasn’t exactly known for his commitment, after all. So imagine your surprise when he flirts with you, in public, no less. 'Maybe he’s messing with me,' you thought, until a knock resonates on your door that very same day, and suddenly you find yourself with a needy Billy Hargrove in your bed.

Billy Teaches You to Drive (NSFW Drabble) - just some thoughts about Billy Hargrove teaching AFAB!reader to drive after they fail the test more than a couple times...and maybe some distractions along the way, too <3

✫Obey Me!✫

Just Want You to Stay (NSFW) - switch!Belphegor x switch!reader; Soft, sleepy sex with the sloth demon himself. MC is gender-neutral!

Control (NSFW) - sub!Barbatos x reader; Barbatos believes in the unwavering, whether it’s his loyalty or his belief that he is in control. GN!MC shows him otherwise.

Just Let Go (NSFW) - Request; AFAB!sub!Lucifer x reader; Lucifer has been holed up in his office for almost a week now - and MC has had enough. Lucifer needs a break, and a joke from Asmo turns into a perfect plan to get Lucifer to stop working. AFAB!Lucifer and AMAB!MC!!

It's Always Sunny With You (NSFW) - Request; sub!Mammon x reader; Mammon always takes his brothers’ harsh words head on - he doesn’t care what they have to say about him! But after overhearing his brothers talking behind his back, Mammon isn’t sure how much more he can take. Sometimes, your little puppy needs to be reminded how much you love him (and just how good he is).

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[thedevilsdom]

Filled up

Simeon x MC x Barbatos

sub characters, dom reader, barbatosxsimeon, aphrodisiacs, cumflation

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You're the proud owner to two lovely puppies. Their names are Simeon and Barbatos. They're truly the most obedient, lovely pups you could ask for. They listen to your every demand and follow your every order.

When you first brought them together, they were nervous about the potential dynamic between the two of them. However, as time passed, they bonded over the shared desire to please you, until they were able to bond on their own over their own interests. Now, even when you're not around, they find themselves spending time with one another discussing their shared interests. It warms your heart whenever you go to your room and find them taking a nap together, curled up on your bed.

It's only because of their close bond that you're willing to even attempt this little scene tonight.

You start the night off by giving Barbatos a special herb capsule. He takes it obediently, not even asking what it it.

"You're too cute," You laugh a bit at the eagerness Barbatos took that pill with. He's always enthusiastic about doing what you want. "How about we get you to the bedroom? That's going to kick in in around half an hour."

He blinks owlishly at you at the mention of the tablet 'kicking in', but still nods with a little affirmative and follows you off to the bedroom. Simeon's already in there, curled up in a big cushioned seat, reading a book. He looks up at you and smiles sweetly, the white lacy collar around his throat catching your eye.

Once Barbatos is in the privacy of your room, he takes out his own dark green collar that he keeps in his pocket, and puts it around his neck.

"I'll let you darlings do whatever it is you do," You sing, unzipping your backpack and setting yourself up on the bed to get some of your homework done. Barbatos nods and brings over a big pillow to sit on next to Simeon's chair so he can read nearby as well.

The sound of turning pages and your pen scribbling on paper are the only things you hear for the next few minutes. You glance over every now and again just to make sure that everything's going well.

It takes about ten minutes before things show signs of starting. You're looking at your books then turn your head to see that Barbatos has shed his jacket and undone his tie. Five minute's later, his face is flushed and he's undone a few buttons. You notice the way that Simeon keeps looking down at Barbatos and adjusting the way he's sitting in the chair.

When Simeon puts his feet on the ground, Barbatos responds by resting his head on Simeon's knee and continuing to read. The demon's brow is furrowed and he has the slightest shine of sweat on his forehead. It's getting harder and harder to concentrate on the novel in his (now ungloved) hands.

Another five minutes has Barbatos putting the book down entirely and wordlessly shifting for a moment. You don't comment on it, you actually allow your presence to go completely ignored. You don't want to interrupt this for even a second. Barbatos moves to kneel at Simeon's feet, head downturned as he mulls over his proposition.

He eventually settles on resting one hand on either of Simeon's knees and looking up at him with red cheeks, muttering a small "Please?". Simeon swallows and silently lets his legs spread at Barbatos' will.

Neither of them tended to satisfy their desires with one another without your permission, but something was twisting in Barbatos' stomach, sending pangs of heat through him. He was parched, he was desperate.

"Thank you," He pants out, shaky hands making quick work of pulling Simeon's soft cock out of his pants, not even bothering to undress him at all. Barbatos kisses at Simeon's length, lips warm against Simeon's overly sensitive skin. The angel hisses and arches his back as his cock grows harder.

"What's- nhh- gotten into you, Barbatos?" Simeon's voice remains quiet, cautious about disturbing you. Barbatos knows the answer, but doesn't say it as he finally takes Simeon's length into his warm, wet mouth.

It almost sounds like Barbatos is trying to talk through his mouthful as he moans, his hand shamelessly groping his own cock through his tight pants.

"S-So much!" Simeon's thighs are already shaking. He's sensitive and even though you and Barbatos have played with him plenty, that sensitivity hasn't gone away. "He- he's sssucking me, Master!" Simeon squeals. Acknowledged, you finally speak up,

"He's so needy," You comment about Barbatos as though he can't hear you, "I wonder what he needs... Maybe he's gone into a rut?" You keep your voice as nonchalant as possible. Even though you're in the room, you don't want to intrude. That wasn't what Simeon wanted.

All of this is to satisfy a particular fantasy Simeon had about Barbatos for some time now, and your comment about Barbatos needing to breed is what tips Simeon off and makes him realize what this is about.

"B-Barbatos-" Simeon's voice is pitchy from the pleasure already. he reaches down and strokes Barbatos' head, breaking him out of whatever lust induced trance he was stuck in. "Do you need to breed me?"

Simeon begins to shamelessly undress as Barbatos pulls off his cock. "It's okay, I want you to..." His lounge top comes off over his head, exposing his chest and stomach. "You can use me."

Something snaps inside of Barbatos. He moves with more urgency than you've ever seen him utilize as he hurriedly pulls his own cock out and yanks Simeon's pants down. The angel gasps as he's manhandled to support himself on his knees on the chair. His hands grab at the high headrest of the regal looking chair while Barbatos finishes stripping the angel's clothing.

Barbatos' own cock is far from human, emerging from a flushed, reptile-like vent. It's a fade from dark emerald green at the base to a teal at the tip, similar to his tail. He's dripping so much precum thanks to your pill from earlier, he doesn't even need lube.

He'd later say that he knew that from a simple glance down, but in truth, he's simply too desperate and the thought of lube and preparation doesn't even cross his mind.

His hands tightly grab Simeon's waist and slam him down on his cock with a snarl. Simeon screams out.

"Barbatos!" He cries, back arching. Barbatos is already immediately hammering into the angel, the sound of sex filling the room. Every single thrust has Simeon growing more and more delirious as his pleasure ratchets higher. He sobs and twists in Barbatos' hold.

"So good," Barbatos pants, "So tight around me, so good, I'm going to breed you full," His voice is low and nearly threatening, it makes Simeon ache with the need to be full.

"Ma-a-shterrr!!" Simeon slurs out, hands tightly gripping the top edge of the chair's head rest. The chair itself is creaking with the force of Barbatos' thrusts, you're hoping that it holds up. "Gonna cum- gonna cum all over!"

His thighs tremble and he gives juddery, disharmonious thrusts before he screams and his orgasm crashes through him, neglected cock spurting creamy stripes across the chair. Barbatos doesn't let up for a second. He continues to hammer into Simeon, making the angel sob more.

Simeon's face is a mess of drool and tears from his overstimulation. He can't control himself anymore, all he's left to do is forfeit everything over to Barbatos. Barbatos would take good care of him, he'd breed him and fill him up with cum, Simeon's sure of it.

The demon's hardly thinking anymore. He's too preoccupied with leaving possessive little bites and nips across Simeon's body. Barbatos wants nothing more than to finally cum and fill the angel like he'd promised, but every time he feels as though he's getting close, his orgasm slips away from him. Each time the build up is more intense, and the loss of it more impactful. He needs to cum.

"Squeeze just a little- hhgnn- a little tighter, Simeon, please," Barbatos begs, voice rough and desperate. Simeon shakes his head, swallowing down his sobs,

"C-Can't- can't- ahhn!" He's no longer in control of himself, he's surrendered completely to the demon. Simeon couldn't do it if he tried. At the end of his rope, Barbatos reached one hand between Simeon's legs, finding hold on his overstimulated cock.

Simeon's back arches viciously, howling at the touch. His insides squeeze down around Barbatos. The angel keeps trying to yank and twitch away from the sharp shocks of overstimulation. Simeon keeps squealing as Barbatos strokes his cock, forcing him to tighten around him.

The tightness is just what Barbatos needs to push him over.

"C-Cumming, cumming, gonna breed, need to-! Hhhngh!" With heavy thrusts, Barbatos finally meets his climax inside Simeon. His cock throbs and he feels bright, crashing waves of pleasure as he cums harder than he ever has. His dick twitches inside Simeon and fills him with pulse after pulse of cum, pouring in and filling him up.

The waves of cum don't stop. Simeon trembles and looks down at his stomach with tear filled eyes and watches as his belly begins to swell with the amount of cum he's being filled with. The milky white also spills out around Barbatos' cock, the internal pressure too much to keep it inside.

The sight and sensation is enough for Simeon to cum again, screeching as Barbatos shakily strokes him through his second orgasm. Simeon sobs and sobs as he's filled and bred with Barbatos' cum.

"Tha-aah-ank you, so- so much, mmph- so mu-huh-huuuch-" He whines as his orgasm tapers off and Barbatos finds his own climax ending as well. The demon feels completely drained, panting and trembling.

Barbatos feels connected to Simeon in a way he's never felt before. He can't help but scoop him up in his arms then reposition the two of them to sit on the large chair, leaning Simeon back against his chest and holding him close by, still plugged by his cock. Barbatos strokes Simeon's slightly distended belly, letting out a demonic, purring trill.

"So fuuulll~" Simeon mewls. He looks dreamily over to you. "Did you help with..?"

"Maybe," You walk over and stroke Simeon's hair back, giving him a kiss on his forehead before doing that to Barbatos as well. "How are you both feeling?"

"So good," Simeon nods. Barbatos answers similarly. You keep petting your two pups.

"I'll clean you up later, just let me know when you're ready." You kiss them both again and leave them to their activities.

The two of them curl up on the chair, Barbatos cradling and cuddling Simeon as you often do for both of them. Simeon nuzzles his head into Barbatos' neck, purring happily.

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[unknown-genshin-fan]

NSFW Alphabet Era

[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.

[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

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[kiskisur]

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

[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.

[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.

[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.

[kiraishere]

Give me inspiration

you guys can ask me anything and give me some ideas to write about could be smut,fluff, or everything I take requests and Uhhh I also do Obey me and genshin stuff

[cherry-blossom-sword80]

I'm late to read it but I'm sure it's epic

I will update as I read!!

YoDamn, the intro is awesome, that screen brightness is awesome

YoDamn, it surpassed the previous one, even though we didn't see the boys as such, this introduction of us as characters was incredible!! In a way I started to sweat cold, how similar it is to my life, of course g.Some differences, NOW I NEED MORE. I'm a man in a desert and this series is an oasis. I love it I LOVE IT I ADMIRE YOUR WRITING AND GREAT EFFORT

Through the Screen. (Pt. 2)

Self-aware! Obey Me x Gn! Insomniac! Reader

MAG EY KA MUNA EYYYY!!!! Also, off topic but I think it's now going to sound like a fanfic... 😭🙏

『Beloved fluffball/s mentioned below! 💜』

@rotin0 @cherry-blossom-sword80 @leniisreallycool @mc-cos-charm @imtotallynotthere @cosmo112 @cheeseburgercasserole @kanashi-aivy @dead-d0ves

Warnings: Cursing, spelling/grammar errors, it feels like I'm awake at 3am even though I started this shit at 8:13pm, you might be based by me in terms of some stuff going on w you (sorry), one mention of you being su*cidal, what the fuck im now half-asleep.

【Part 1】

• Ok, you sometimes voice call your friends in messenger (or whatever app you use to call them) for whatever reason.

• Lets say you might call them so that yall can play an online game that doesnt have voice chat.

• Fuckers they can hear you.

• As in the characters, they can hear you.

• Every foul word that comes out through your mouth? Yes.

• Those noises of you aggresively clicking your keyboard? Yes.

• The air conditioning doing its own thing? Yes.

• Hell, THE WAY THAT YOU BREATHE? YES.

• You dont know about that part yet

• So now that you know that they know how to make some changes to the game's code...

• Let's just say your initial reaction was legit: :0

• But realization risen upon you. Oh shit...

• If they'll break outta the game and into your phone, does that mean that they can see what you have on your phone, gallery, and the edits you saved on your phone thats crying for you to free some space in its storage. 😨

• Luckily, this new yet somewhat not-so new phone has the ability to hide away your apps, files, pictures, and videos into a hidden folder! :D

• You kept your more not child-friendly stuff into that folder in case your parents will check your phone.

• And I kid you not, what if they will somehow find a way to connect/join with your other devices too?! D:

• You decided to play Obey Me, since that's how you cope with the fact that quarterly tests are approaching your grades dangerously close.

• ...Tests be damned?

• Tests, be damned it is.

★ (this means timeskip)

• ...Maybe it was a bad idea.

• Because you're literally sweating bullets as you're looking at the first question written on the test paper.

Welp, I'm fucked.

• No shit, the very few questions that you know that you'll get right is your name and date.

• And not to mention that time pressure is a thorn to your mind right now.

Class, you have 30 minutes left!

• Sternly exclaimed the teacher, with students making stressed-out noises and sounding like they we're binge-watching anime last night. This was totally not targeted towards a certain someone in my school. Nope.

• You groaned along with the other students before you buried your face in the sweating palms of your hands and then moving them to your forehead to answer the next question. 29 out of 30 questions... you'd be finished right now if it was your favorite subject. But this test was easy. Way too easy...

• Hm...

• God damn it. You took your words back as soon as you saw the arch nemesis of your life.

• And... Is that x3+y3+z3=k?

...EAHHHGGHH—

• Why... You were so certain that not a single math teacher could've taught this yet.

• You we're so damn thankful that this was multiple choice. Omfg.

• Anygays-

Eeny meeny miny Moe...

(This divider means a longer timeskip.)

• Ok so, after all that suffering, you can finally get the hell out of this dumpster of a fucking school!

• You skip your way out of that shitty classroom, with the first thing– or rather person– to greet you was your non-fictional and only best friend! Yipee! :D

N/n!!! :D (N/n means Nickname)

• Exclaimed they, the person who has been with you through thick and thin.

We'll go to your house just like you promised, right?

• So bright, like the stars blanketing the night skies.

• Sometimes you wish you were like them.

• Cheerful, positive, an absolute sunshine up your face, not-so suicida—

Uhm... N/n?

• Oops. You spaced out again.

Yah, lesgo.

• After y'all went inside your... miserable excuse of a house (you know you havent cleaned this shit up for god knows how long.)

• Luckily, your parents (mainly your dad) was in an EXTRA good mood today, (they weren't present after they screamed profanities at you last night <3) so you had the house all to your yourself.

Don't worry, my parents aren't here today..

• You said, which eased the concern building up inside your best friend's mind after they remembered what you told them about your... 'normal' relationship with your parents.

C'monnn, let's study in the living room.

• You best friend whined before dragging your sleep deprived ass to your couch.

★

Wahhh! Are you sure this ain't corn syrup?

I think so. Yah. Wait I don't even buy that shit to shove it up the drawer's ass...-

• Ok uhmm.... What was supposed to be a study session turned into a cooking session.

• Bless Solomon for not being present in the kitchen. Yet.

• You were about add some extra spices to- what the fuck were you making again??? when your loud ass 6pm alarm rang.

Augh...

• You groaned. Your hands were oily as fuck and you needed to take your maintenance. Great timing up my fucking ass.

Yo B/f/n, pass me my pills. Please?

Yah su-

• You and your friend suddenly got a loud ass obey me notification on your phones. They at least still had the decency to pass you your pills even while they're still shocked at the kind of notification they got.

• I mean, no shit dipshit.

• Bitch how tyhe fuck did they know that you eat dinner at 9 in the fucking eveni-

• Oh..

• OH...

• You forgot they can practically stalk you through your phone and you haven't told your good ol' bestie about that now, did you...

• ...Oops. 🥰

If you think this is short, and its your first time stubling upon the dumpster collection of a blog thats also 95% full of reblogs, wait until you see that sagau series that i havent finished yet 😭🙏

Published: October 14 2024. 8:13pm.

[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!

[katskitoshi]

"FAVOR FOR A FAVOR," with GENSHIN IMPACT.

synopsis: he helps you with something and it's only fair you pay him back, right? (liyue vers.) (mondstadt vers.) (inazuma part one vers.)

characters: dom! zhongli, xiao, and baizhu x gn! sub! reader

includes: (nsfw themes) zhongli is kinda mean, big cock zhongli, kissing kink, worship kink, biting, drool kink, cream pie. xiao is whiny and desperate, fingering, whining, praise kink. baizhu is mean, cockwarming, riding, missonary on desk, implied thigh/leg humping.

zhongli, the vago mundo.

it's only expected that you'd owe zhongli something after how much time you've spent in liyue and with him. he's knowledgeable and there is not much he could want from a mortal such as yourself. well, that is until he starts falling back into his more primal urges, and decides its time for you to repay him.

-- "i'm being gentle, okay?" he truly was too kind, especially now as a gently jerked his hips in to sink his cock deeper in your hole. he was even kind enough to take you in his mortal form and stretch you out with his 8-inch human cock rather than his much larger adeptal one.

his tip, hot and heavy inside you, made you squirm and pant under your boyfriend's loving gaze. he kissed your check gently, slowly traveling down to your neck as began to leave love bites in his wake. "m-move, please, zhongli. need you, real bad- ah, fuck !"

your eyes could have popped out your skull when you suddenly felt yourself get stretched impossibly further. zhongli kissed you to distract you from him pushing even deeper inside. he pulsed inside you, leaking precum to lubreacte himself as he kept going. your fingers dig into his back your your legs wrap around his waist.

the kiss was hot, and drool connected your and zhongli's lips and he pulled away. he smiled. he could already see you turning into a devout little worshipper for him. you move your hands from his back to the back of his head to push him in for another kiss. you miss the first few times, but ones your lips meet, your tongue explore each other.

finally, he bottoms out and you moan so sweetly into his mouth. you pull away from his lips, arching your back as your eyes roll to the back of your head. you came almost immediately and he revels in the mess you make of yourself. he does not wait, gently beginning to pound your sweet hole. one of his hands slaps the side of your thigh and squeezes the fat of your ass.

"fuck, barabatos, thank you, thank you!"

barbatos?

you dare call another man's name -- another god's name while he fucks you? how foolish you are, mortal.

you don't even notice the dangerous glint in zhongli's eyes. he grabs the back underside of your knee and pushes your legs so knees reach your ears. your eyes meet his at last and you can tell he's changed a bit. "zh-zhongli?"

you can only respond in a loud, lewd squeal of his name when he pulls out to the tip and thrusts in so deeply you swear he could rearrange your guts. drool escapes your lips and you try to recollect yourself. lewd squelching noises echo through the room as he dips to your neck and leaves hash bites.

"think you can just call another man's-- another god's name when i'm the one fucking you? think again." he growls into your ear and never stops thrusting for a moment, you cum again and pull him closer, silently begging for a kiss.

he does not oblige, allowing you to just lay desperate for him. he removes one of his hands that holds your legs up and positions it on his shoulder. his now free hand is used to push your cheeks together, drool still falling from your lips.

"he, he is not your god anymore. i am. the only name you'll be calling from now on is morax, understand, dear?"

he doesn't bother giving you the chance to respond, just sticking two of his fingers in your mouth for your tongue to play with. you try to speak, but can't simply because zhongli's ungodly pace knocks all the wind out of you.

his cock pulses inside of you, and you can feel yourself coming closer to your next release too. he removes his fingers from your mouth and plays with you, forcing you closer to your climax. and you can only release silent moans as he finally, finally, delivers a final thrust,

his cock, hot, heavy, and leaky inside you bursts, painting your walls and golden white color. you feel full, resting a hand over where zhongli's cum rests, panting heavily at the feeling inside of you.

he doesn't pull out, but slowly starts thrusting again. "zhongli! m'too sensitive! can't take it!"

"dear, call me morax. and we aren't done yet. you've still gotta take all of me, in my adeptal form, so i can truly show you which god you belong too."

xiao, the vigilant yaksha.

xiao has never really wanted much in return for helping people, especially from mortals. what could you give him after all? but upon meeting after saving you one fateful night, all he wants is to make you his.

"f-fuck, y-you're so tight -- e-even around my fingers!" xiao leans into kiss you once more as his fingers continuously hit that soft, sensitive spot inside you. the kiss silences his moans, his body weight is on you with his thighs on either side of your hips. one hand between your legs, and the other cupping your face as your tongues intertwine.

you bucked your hips upwards to meet his hands. the hand that cups your face moves down to push your hips downwards, stopping you from meeting his eager fingers. his lips shush yours as he pulls away from the kiss. you reach your arms around his neck and pull his lips back to yours. "m-more. w-want you inside me, xiao."

"i know. i know, baby. j-just a little longer -- gotta feel you cum from my fingers first." he speeds up, and you can feel your orgasm coming closer. his face is flushed red and he looks just as flustered, if not more, than you. and all from watching you come undone just for him. you were a sight for sore eyes right now and always.

hands digging into his neck, cheeks heated, panting and whining from his touch because you wanted -- no, need him in these moments.

his fingers curls against you in a way you never thought you could feel and your climax arrives. you moan into his mouth as your thighs shake and eyes roll to the back of your head. he swore he could have came in his pants just then as he hears you whine out his name, hands clinging to his body for his support, for him.

his fingers don't stop as he slowly works you through your orgasm, gentle pumping in and out as he whispers praises that make you lose your head. "shh, baby. i know it's a lot, but not too loud. don't want the humans downstairs to hear you, yeah?" the slight movements makes you squirm from the overstimulation youre feeling and your whines get louder, but he doesn't kiss you to silence you.

"fuck, you're so pretty right now, you know that?" he pulls his fingers out, taking in the look of your twitching hole and panting body. "but you're always pretty," he kisses the tip of your nose, "always." pulling down the waistband of his pants and pulling out his throbbing, leaky cock, he rests it on your stomach. his flushed red tip leaks precum over your stomach.

"need you. p-please put it in, xiao." and he complies. his tip lines up with your hole as he slowly and steadily pushes it inwards, he wants to squeeze his eyes shut from the sheer tightness and wetness and pleasure just putting in the tip has given him, but his eyes focus on the way you smile. dazed out, drool running down your lips and you desperately whine out his name.

do you have any idea what you do to him, mortal?

he continues to push himself in, and he can feel your walls tighten around each vein and each inch he pushes in you. he leans in to kiss you once again, his hands cup your cheeks as you sloppily make out.

once he reaches the base, he slowly begins to pump in and out. a steady pace, one that leaves you dizzy as his cock never fails to reach the part of your body that makes you squirm. the kisses get sloppier, you hands hold onto him tighter, all as he keeps a steady pace. deep and slow.

skin slapping accompanies the wet kisses and whines that leave xiao's lips, your hands upwrap from his neck and push at his chest. you need air, and you pant, greedily taking in the air so you and your lover's lips can reunite once again. xiao's eyes squeeze shut as he whines into your mouth again.

he begins to speed up, muttering out a quick apology. xiao was fast and his thrust were apologetically brutal. though unforgiving as he fucked you deeper, faster, harder, -- still caring and sweet as his fingers moved to intertwine with yours. your legs are propped over his shoulders and he gets a better angle to pound you.

moans and whines are exchanged between you two as you kiss, you can feel your orgasm approaching once more and you squeeze his fingers tight. a silent sign that he reciprocates as he throbs inside you, leaking loads of precum inside you.

and you cum, your walls squeezing so tightly he's not even sure how he hasn't dumped his load inside you. he forces his lips from your own in a desperate attempt to warn you.

"f-fuck, baby, i'm gonna cum. l-let me cum inside you, okay? please? i-i need to claim you, make you mines, th-those adeptal sigils aren't enough. need to - fuck! - need to mark y-you as mines, k-kay, baby?"

baizhu, beyond mortality

baizhu is a man who always gives but alas, he still has wants. he still has needs. he helped you out so long ago, and now, its only fair that you repay the favor, correct?

"stay still dear. if you keep moving, there'll be a punishment in store for you." baizhu doesn't even bother to look at you, only focusing on his papers as he gives your thigh a gentle pinch as warning. with your head tucked into the crook of his neck and you arms gently clawing at his back, you felt as if you could cry at any moment.

how couldn't you considering you had your boyfriend's thick, pulsing cock so deep inside of you and it was still? your walls clamped around him, eagerly trying to pull him in deeper, but baizhu stayed still. was this not punishment to him too?

to be so close to you? to feel you? to be balls deep inside you but not move? it was unfair, and you wanted to just grind your hips downwards, back and forth, up and down -- anything to feel him move inside you. his hips did not thrust upwards except once, when he used it as a warning. threatening you to be good or he wouldn't let you feel him at all. that you could just go back to humping his legs like a pathetic dog.

you should be grateful to even be on his cock -- to feel it pulse inside you in all it's hard, thick, pulsating glory. it's certainly an upgrade from grinding pathetically against his thighs and legs. at the thought of your prior punishment, you whined and squeezed your thighs around his hips harder.

you couldn't take it. he was still, not bothering to even look at you or help you at all. he was so mean, so cruel in these moments that you don't even regret what you're going to do. you unwrap your legs from his waist and lift yourself up, slamming yourself down on his cock.

yes, you're legs were sore from not moving for a while, but the look of shock on baizhu's face is enough to push you to keep going. you both moan at the feeling of finally having movement. lube runs down to the base of his cock as you don't falter for a second -- finding a steady rhythm of lifting yourself of and dropping yourself down while grinding to reach that spot that has your vision turning white.

it continues for only a minute, and when baizhu's shock finally wears off -- you were in for a surprise. his hands grasp your waist firmly, and he lifts you up and positions you on his desk. your back on various papers and pens as he looks down at you as if you were scum -- but lovingly.

he finds his own pace, one much faster than what you were going at and way more harsh that you thought he could even do. it was hot, seeing him panting, seething, upset but somehow still tolerating your bratty actions.

you can't even lift your hands to try to hold onto his neck, they scramble and hold onto the shaking, creaking desk baizhu pounds you on. his cock pistols deep inside you, and wet squelching along with the sound of skin slapping fills the room.

biazhu's cock reaches you in ways you can't imagine, especially now as it pounds into you so deeply. you squeal out his name as a particularly deep thrust reaches the most sensitive spot inside you. your vision goes white, and you clamp down on him so hard that all he can do is grit his teeth as a groan escapes him. his cock pulses once, twice, and one final time before long ropes of his white cum paint your insides.

he slowly rides himself through his orgasm before pulling out. a second later, his cum begans to drip out. you feel so full, but so empty as it leaks from you still clenching hole. baizhu pants, feeling content but not yet satisfied.

"b-baizhu-" you aren't allowed to finish your sentence, not when a squeak interrupts you after baizhu slaps your hole still dripping with his cum.

"don't think we're done yet dear. i thought i was letting you go easy with the cock warming, but you're just so ungrateful. so i guess i'll just have to fuck you until you learn your lesson, okay?"

(mondstadt vers.) (inazuma part one vers.)

i kind of answered these two requests so here to my two lovely anons!