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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.

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

[Drabble; Barbatos x GN divine reader, suggestive]

Sat ram-rod straight in your lap, Barbatos looked down at you, and shuddered. Your hands were cold, and they crawled like frostbite up his skin. Sliding up his thighs and across the plains of his abdomen till your finger tips grazed the pebbled peaks of his nipples. Then, they return to rest on his soft, wide hips.

You were staring at him in complete silence, expression as blank and unreadable as the tundra. The confident, sexy aura he had earlier wilted in the icy winds of your stoicism like a flower in the midst of winter.

Barbatos finds himself chewing his lip before speaking. He's not used to this; this feeling of helplessness. "Why won't you move?"

For the first time in what feels like forever, you met his eyes, and it made him shiver.

They shone with ichor, a glowing molten gold that harshly contrasted your cold demeanor. Power surged in the swirling warmth of your irises, and in that there was no mistake to be made— you were, undoubtedly, a god.

You sigh, but he sensed no annoyance in it.

"I am... admiring you, my canvas."

Barbatos blinked, both at the nickname and the confession. He blushed as it registered, but tried not to let the extent of his fluster show.

"Thank you, Master.. but I doubt there's much to admire when looking upon a soul as black as mine."

It was true– he's a demon, the lowest entity according to heaven's scale, and you were a god, the ones who created it.

"The brightness of one's soul doesn't make one ugly. Just as it doesn't make one beautiful either. Your soul may be black, but your skin is unharmed and unblemished. Left in your rawest form, you radiate beauty as though you were a god yourself."

You made his breath catch in his throat. Sincerity pooled in your gaze, leaked from your fingers tips and stained his skin. You meant every word, and he felt that truth everywhere.

"I want to appreciate this body, before i defile it with my divinity."

"Defile it with... divinity?"

You hum a "yes", focusing on rolling your hips and savoring the gasp that left his mouth. You speak only once more on the topic that night.

"Godhood is a fate worse than death, a dirt that appears on skin and soul alike. May your damndest demons be the death of me for what I'm about to do to you."

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

This Fucks

[Dry humping, but it gets wet pretty fast. AMAB Reader. AFAB Barbie. Grinding, daydreaming, pussy eating, Barbs wears panties at the end, Barbs calls you Master, crack-ish. Standalone series]

Pt. 1

And then he'd ride you, fast and hard. He'd feel you through your boxers, through his own panties. He'd claw at your shoulders when you grinded against his clit just right and tears would fall as his eyes fluttered. He'd scream out-

"I guess you like the outfit?" And- wait, no, that's not what happens.

An amused huff punctuated your sentence, and as you eye him, several realizations hit him at once:

One, he was unbelievably wet. The throb of his clit and the uncomfortable wet feeling of his underwear clinging to his skin left him barely able to hold back a grimace, less he have to explain that to you too.

Two, he'd gone completely still in his daydream. How long had he been staring blankly at you, red in the face and just barely starting to breathe heavy? The only thing that could make this worse would be if he'd been wearing his summer uniform, the layers thin enough you'd have definitely seen his nipples perking through his shirt.

Third- he was wearing the summer uniform.

"Yes, I, it's very nice... my deepest apologies."

Your response comes paired with a toothy smile, and he swears he can feel himself getting wetter. "No problem, I know you have a lot on your plate. Hell, I'm distracting you right now, aren't I?"

You definitely were, just not in the way you think.

"I'll text you tonight then, Barbs. See you later~"

He nods, sad to see you go. You're his favorite distraction, his most coveted one easily. You probably think you were being a nuisance now.

Barbatos walks you out, waving and watching until you turned the corner out of sight. He sighs, locking the door behind him and heading straight for the nearest bathroom.

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He's baking cookies for you today. Soft, melty chocolate chip- just how you like it. In fact, he's baking a variety of pastries: donuts and cupcakes, all in your favorite flavors. He's making an "I'm sorry" basket for his shameful behavior the other day.

As he begins to glaze the donuts, hands drift over his waist, settling in place and pulling him closer- ass first -to your dick. He could feel it through your uniform; did you just get out of class? The lingering scent of potions gone right and wrong alike met his nose, and he chuckled, eyes crinckling at the corners when he smiles.

"You didn't even bother to change, I see."

Your lick the cuff of his ear, whispering into it. "Needed you too bad." By all nine of the circles. There was a greedy rasp in your voice, like you could barely speak through your own desire. Your hands got firmer as they slid down to hold his hips. Your thumbs massage circles into his ass as you give a few test thrusts, seeing how thick the material on his pants were.

He looks back to find you scrunching your brows as if in deep focus.

"I want these off." You say, your tone deadpan.

Barbatos jumps to obey, donuts completely forgotten, and you help him, shimmying his pants down as he undoes the buttons. You undo your own, and then it's briefs to boxers as you hump him, rocking him against the counter and making his eyes roll back. He's obsessed with the feel of it, how hard it is, leaving no room for mistaking how much you want him.

He's close, fuck, fuck, he's so close. You are too, going by the way your thrusts get more and more aggressive. Barbatos' eyes squeeze shut, and as his peak gets closer and closer, he can feel that tightening in his stomach, making him tense up right before the big-

His eyes spring open, immediately locking on where his hands have burst an entire piping bag of glaze onto one donut. Embarrassment at getting so caught up paints his face a lovely shade of rouge, getting even darker as he realizes that glazed donut holes are not the best distraction for... well, glazing (non) donut holes.

Once again, his underwear clings to his cunt, providing the slightest friction against his senstive clit as he moves about the kitchen, cleaning up his mess.

He sighs as, also once again, he makes his way to his room to clean up a different mess.

(–>Himself)

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"Fuck me, you're doing great 'batos."

Your hands are on his hips, helping him bounce on your clothed boner. You've barely got ten minutes- you both have places to be. Him, a meeting, you, a class. But that didn't stop you from sliding your pants to your knees and leaning heavily on a side table in one of the castle's many forgotten salons, nor him from showing you the pretty pink panties he put on today in the hopes you'd get to see them.

With your bulge fitted comfortably between his cheeks, he switched from bouncing to rolling, gyrating his hips and crying out like a whore as you groaned into his back, sinking your teeth into the blushed skin of his neck. Just low enough the collar of his uniform covers it, of course. You're nothing if not courteous.

As your blunt nails sink into his flesh, Barbatos starts to wonder if this is what insanity feels like. Delirium colored with the pinks and reds of lust, your groans like a mantra in his ears he can't, won't, get rid of. The ache of his own pussy consumes him- you're breathtakingly close, yet it's never enough for him. His greed is as constant as his heart beat, a steady rhythm of "more".

Your chest to his back, your breath on his ear. He'd soaked through his panties long ago and knew they'd be nothing short of ruined when he came. Cumming on your cock, even through your clothes... it was so good. God, you felt-

"-so good! Thank you by the way, I never would have fixed that without you."

And just like that, the time demon returns to the present.

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Despite the cold of the room, sweat rolls down the back of his neck as he thinks,

'What am I supposed to tell you this time?'

Barbatos can feel you staring at him, but it seems the floor is particularly interesting today. He can't keep his eyes off it- or rather, he can't keep his eyes on you.

A faint sunset pink dusts his cheeks, and in a manner much unlike his usual held-together persona, he fiddles with the edges and fingers of his gloves, tapping his foot against the shining wooden floors and licking his lips a rather unnecessary amount.

"Nervous?"

He chuckles when you ask, but there's no humor in it. He still doesn't look at you. He wishes he could go back to work. He's on his break right now, which he usually doesn't take, but took advantage of for your sake. It's only thirty minutes, but it feels like hours.

"There's no need for anxiety, Barbs. I just wanna talk..." You trail off into silence, polite on your part, suffocating on his. Leaning over, you take a sip out of the tea you personally prepared for this occasion. It held not so much as a candle to Barbatos', of course, but you thought it'd be a good change of pace for something like this.

'They're gonna hate me.'

He's so sure of it, not even a peek into the future would change his mind. You'd learn of his disgusting habits and shame him, then tell him you never wanted to see him again. It was inevitable.

"Barbatos,"

He tenses involuntarily at hearing his name.

"You've been distant lately, you know?" You watch his face as you talk, speaking slowly and gently, as if trying to calm a scared animal. "Avoiding me so actively that everyone has noticed, making excuses everytime I ask to hang out, and disassociating when we actually do. What's happening to us? Did I do something wrong?"

'Fuck.'

The thought is followed by budding tears in his eyes. He's ruined everything, and to top it off, you think it's your fault.

What the hell was he supposed to say to you?

"My apologies Master, I find myself lost in thoughts of your dick sandwiched between my asscheeks."?

Get serious.

....but as his own voice meets his ears, things do get serious. Very, very, very quickly.

The room empties of sound, not even a breathe to be heard. But as loud as his heartbeat is in his ear, there's no way you're deaf to it.

How the fuck did he accidentally say that aloud? Of all God-forsaken things-

"I... are you serious?"

For the first time since entering the room, he looks at you. Your face is oddly.... blank. He can't read your eyes, but your posture is rigid as you rest your forearms on your knees, hands tightly clasped around a small teacup.

There's no use lying now. It'd only serve to make things more awkward. This was his punishment, he was sure of it- to die in flames of embarrassment, haunted by this day for the rest of forever.

"I... suppose there are more choice words to be used. But yes. I want you quite badly, Master. Need you, even. And it's ruining my immortal life." The last part is no more than a whisper, but you hear him as though he yelled it.

"I know I've ruined our relationship. I've let your kindness go to my head, and find myself unsatisfied with standing quietly behind you. I wish to be by your side."

He's said so much, too much, but it's as if the words run from his mouth on their own. He bites down, almost drawing blood as his fangs dig into the soft skin.

You're silent, still as unreadable as a closed book. He feels out of place in his skin under your gaze. It's unwavering strength begins to unnerve him as he prepares for a verbal beating.

"Beside me, or under me?"

He'd say it's his turn to be speechless, but the shit eating grin on your face makes him think you knew exactly what you were going to say a long time ago.

Nevertheless, he answers seriously. Thinking back, it may have been the shock that made him answer so honestly.

"..both."

You smile wider, a wild look in your eyes.

"Both is good."

And in the following seconds, Barbatos was hit with realizations of several things, once again:

One, you were messy. The table was cleared of dishwear, utensils and food alike in a quick swipe of your arm. Hopefully, you didn't expect him to help clean it up later.

Two, you weren't and never have been a weakling. You lifted him with an ease he'd only seen out of Beezlebub, or Diavolo. Despite his size, he was pure muscle, and quite heavy. But you didn't even break a sweat as you held him bridal and layed him out on the table, gentle as a lover should be.

Three- it was just as big as he'd imagined.

You fit yourself between his legs, holding them wide open as you grabbed his waist to pull him to you. You whisper under your breath, and the lights flicker before dimming down. Your eyes are alight with something that scared him as much as it aroused him. It was bright, fierce, hot. Like passion, but so much more intense. It had to be in your blood, pumping throughout your whole body and heating your skin till it burned at the touch.

Scorching fingers caressed him through his clothes, dragging down his torso as if imagining how easily they could rip through the fabric, the shreds joining the shards of glass on the floor. Your bulge pressed into him more and more as you tried to get closer, as though dizzy-headed with the thought of fucking him deep.

God, he wanted you to fuck him deep. Maybe he was the dizzy-headed one.

"What did you dream about, Barbatos? Tell me everything, my love."

'Such a sweet talker.' He thought. But he lied if he said it didn't make his pussy throb.

"You had me just like this... with your face in my neck, telling me things, as you..." He blushes, and it encourages you closer. Chest to chest, your voice is a sultry whisper in his ear. "As I what, darling?"

He gulps audibly, nervous fingers grasping the sides of your shirt. You can hear a tremble in his voice, "You... you were dry humping me. Slow, but hard, and relentless. There were tears in my eyes."

He doesn't know what he expected, can't explain why his breath caught in his throat when you began to rock, slow, but hard. One hand cradled his face as he closed his eyes tight, overwhelmed by the drag of your cock over his clothes. You were pressing on his clit just right, even through the layers. Again...again, again, hah, agai-

"Ah!" He moaned out as you pressed especially hard. Your other hand was on his hip, and the bruising grip made him think you wanted this too more than anything else you've done so far. If he had to put it into words- you held him like you didn't think you'd ever get the chance.

"Fuck... tell me what I said, Barbatos."

It takes a few seconds, and when he finally finds his voice, his speech is interrupted by gasps of pleasure. "I.. hell, you- you told me how good I felt. That- fuck, Master- that you needed me. All the things you'd been waiting- hah, to do to me."

You kiss his neck, your voice low in his ear, but your words loud in his heart and mind. "You're perfect, Barbatos. Can you feel it? How hard you get me? Just looking at you- it drives me insane. Makes me wanna make you feel good."

The hand on his hip moves to undo his pants. He claws at your back as you speed up your strokes. "I'd go so deep, baby. Make you see stars. I wanna fuck you till you're sleep, till I'm the only thing you think of, till you call out of work."

You stop your administrations, and in the blink of an eye, Barbatos finds his panties are out where you can see them.

And yes- he is wearing the pretty pink ones.

"I'm gonna fuck you till you need me."

Like the asshole you are, you're much more gentle with your own clothes, getting them off just as fast yet leaving them mostly whole. Your dick twitches against the constraints of your briefs. It makes Barbatos salivate, the thought of having all of it on his tongue, down his throat, making him gag and cry. In his pussy, bruising his cervix and-

Why was he still imagining things, when the real thing was right in front of him?

Quick as ever you flip him on his stomach, smirking at how wet and sticky his panties have gotten. In this position, the fat lips pressed against the thin fabric in a way only describable as lewd. You drag a single finger down his slit, starting from his asshole and stopping at his clit. Watching him shiver as you dragged it back up, tremble as you go back down again. The shocked way he squeaks and grabs the table as you press on his clit.

You can't see his face when you put your own in it, licking him through the cloth, but you can definitely hear him. He's unabashedly loud, his hips acting on their own. Sloppy kisses make him squeal, and long strokes of your tongue make him moan. When you suck on his clit, he calls your name, a desperate cry that thanks you even as it begs for more.

"[Name], Cum- cumming. I'm-"

Your hand snakes down to grope at your dick as you eat him faster. You can taste him; his essence is all across your tongue and it's absolutely euphoric. He rocks a little harder every time you whisper how good he tastes into his clit, cries a little louder. You can hear how hoarse his voice is getting though. His screams are shadows of what they were, the scrape of his voice against his throat sending shocks through you. It all makes you suck him a lil harder.

And then he arches into your mouth, cumming on your tongue with a sultry moan from deep in his chest. Your eyes roll as liquid gold coats your tastebuds, the aftertaste like a mouthful of diamonds. Angelic whimpers meet your ears, and you can't help overstimulating him as you work to not waste a drop.

Barbatos swears that hours pass, but your clean up job only lasts a few more minutes. His head is heavy and light at the same time, not a thought to be found among the thick sex haze.

He feels like you shared your fire with him, the burning power shocking his nerves and waking his body up even as you suck him to sleep. Everything's so sensitive, too sensitive, yet you keep going...

Gods, please keep going....

Then you stop. He's left ass up and face down as you catch your breath. His own chest heaves, the tears that fell drying on his face or pooling between his cheek and the table. He should be worried about that, what a mess you'd made of him, of the room, of everything. But the only thing he could focus on was your breath, far too close to his sensitive, throbbing cunt.

Barbie's hips were bruised to the touch, yet he couldn't manage so much as a wince when you grabbed them again. You were much gentler this time, at least.

You pull him into your lap, a glimmer in your eye as his head lolls on your shoulder.

Slowly, tantalizingly so, you grind up into him. Weak he may be, he still tries to grip your wrists, settling for loosely wrapping his fingers around them. He feels your head come to a rest on his shoulder, and your hands move to interlock with his, dragging them with you as you wrapped both of your arms around his torso.

Borderline chaste kisses were peppered across his shoulders and neck as a pace was set. Barbatos didn't think he could take it- being humped like a whore, then grinded on mid-embrace like a lover dearly missed. The butterflies in his stomach stirred at the mix of emotions pumping through him, filling him with a ticklish, fluttery feeling that made giggles spill from his throat.

"...off."

He hums his confusion, and you try to be a little louder.

"Can I take these off?"

Your voice is a romantic whisper in his ear as you nod towards his panties, soaked through and leaving nearly nothing to the imagination by this point.

You asked so politely, and you made him feel so light, he couldn't find it in him to say no.

He blushes, and nods.

His panties are off in a snap! , pink pussy finally exposed. Now, his arousal soaked your briefs directly, and the twitch it gave at being so close to his warmth felt brand new.

The feel of the cold air against his hot cunt made him choke and sit up, breatheless gasps escaping in a flurry as you stroked the squishy lips, ghosting over his clit to circle his hole.

He watched your fingers drag arousal from his hole to where his bud ached, flicking it and making him cry. The tears streaked his skin as they fell fast down his cheeks. Watching you seemed to make it more intense, seeing exactly how your skilled fingers moved to bring him such electrifying pleasure.

Oh hells, you'd started moving again too. Your labored breathing was felt against his back as you grinded into him

t desperately. Your hips worked like you needed this, needed him, needed to cum against his cunt and take him over the edge with you.

Your fingers sped up as you strained to keep your pace steady, the jerk of your legs getting worse and worse as you got closer. Barbatos could feel how you twitched against the briefs, and even in his weakness, tried to meet your thrusts in the middle, rubbing his sensitivity pussy along your bulge and making himself sob at the intensity.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

Heavy breathes and heady gasps filled the room as your stomachs started to lock with lightning. Barbatos was seeing stars, felt like he was one. Exploding with pleasure, bright as the sun and just as blinding. There wasn't a thought in his head as your grunts and moans became more frequent, the open mouthed kisses you planted on his ear and neck making his eyes roll. Your free hand left his hip and made for his nipple, and with an aggressive twist, it was over.

The two of you exploded in sync like a supernova of catastrophic levels, the orgasm rawing both of your throats as each other's names rang in the air. The flames in your blood were slowly doused, leaving your skin as sticky as it was sweaty- and it was very much so both.

Neither of you can breathe, so you pant between sloppy kisses. Weak arms wrap around your neck as your hands tangle in sweat-soaked hair, drool escaping down the sides of your lips. He can taste himself on your tongue still, his essence making your spit stick to your lips a little more. The sight spurred him more, until exhaustion truly wracked you both, dropping your bodies to the table in a mere moment.

Barbatos couldn't find any talking words. He's not quite sure what he could say- "hey, that was pretty nice, albeit unexpected?"

"Yeah, hah, that's one way to put it."

He has got to get control of that.

Your eyes were already closed when he looked up at you, using all his strength to do so. You whispered, mumbled really, and he strained to listen through the haze still clouding his mind.

"....beautiful, Barbatos. Everything... you. We have to do this again.... day when you're actually free."

Remembering he was far overdue to return to his position should have sent him into shock, or perhaps cardiac arrest, but he found all he could do was sigh. The castle would be fine without him for a couple hours... and it's not like they had any guests today...

Barbatos yawned, his head getting heavier and heavier with the rhythmic movement of your chest. A quick glance showed you to already be asleep, your peaceful expression painting a smile across his face.

His last image before drifting off is of you, with a single line of drool slowly slipping out the corner of your mouth.

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A/N: IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR A WEEK. AHHHHHHHHHHH

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

Only the best for Barbs♡ (Unfinished Draft #3)

[Fluff. HBD Barbs pt.2 Yay Barbie]

"So, the original idea here was 'lets get painted together' but I've decided that's way too basic."

Barbatos cocks an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching upwards. "Too basic? That sounds wonderful my love."

"Yeah, yeah, but, like you said, I do stuff like that with you all the time. I gotta make this unique! Only the best for Barbatos!"

He chuckles, a hand covering his mouth as his blush deepens. You take it in yours, gazing lovingly at him. "I can't see your smile like this, Beautiful." You bring his hand to your lips, placing a kiss on each knuckle.

You grin when you look up to find his other hand over his face, eyes crinkled with the hidden smile.

For long, beautiful moments, you go back and forth. Letting go of one hand to kiss the other, in the middle of the garden walkways, uncaring of who may pass by and see.

Finally, you clasp both hands in yours and tug him forward into a kiss.

It's calm at first, gentle. Your mouths move in sync as hands find their places in hair and on warm cheeks. Then, unable to resist the urge to taste him, you slide your tongue across his bottom lip.

As natural to him as breathing, he opens up, and your tongues get their first taste of each other. You suck on his, and he moans -- quietly, but it lights a fire in you. Your bodies gravitate closer almost subconsciously, and the kiss starts to get messy. Saliva starts to escape down the sides of your mouths, and as you both get short of breath, heavy panting can be heard. You were reaching a breaking point, and so was he.

Hands start to wander downwards, and just as the need to touch, to taste, begins to take over-

"For fucks sake, get a ROOM."

Both your heads snap up to find a disgusted looking Belphie and Satan, as well as a rather excited Asmo, Satan holding a device you were sure had everything to do with Lucifer's misery.

You roll your eyes, moving your hands to more polite areas. "Mind your business, Belphie."

He rolls his back, and Asmo cuts in. "On a date with the birthday boy, I see?" You smile, an excited yes leaving your lips. You feel Barbatos squeeze your hands in his.

"Great. Stay out of the castle until at least eight, if you wanna come back to a grande surprise, of course." Satan and Belphie share an evil look and an evil-er chuckle. Barbatos sighs, going to scold them, but you shake your head at him. "Let them have their fun, Barbie. You two," You send a sharp glare their way, "don't make a mess. And if you, clean up. Well."

"Sir, yes, sir!" They give a mock salut, laughing as they walked off to enact their master plan.

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

This Blows

[Blowjobs. Messy ones. AMAB reader and Barbatos, non-established relationship, crack-ish, multiple orgasms, swallowing cum, and you put Barbatos on your shoulders]

Pt. 2

Barbatos, shivering and red-faced above you as his cock rests on you cheek, wet with your spit.

The want in your half-lidded gaze made his cock jump and drool, and the slow way you dragged your tongue from base to tip and back left his head spinning. Resting it on your tongue while he gripped your hair through his orgasm, spurts covering your lips and face, dripping down into your mouth-

"..[ame]. [Name]? Hello?"

You blink, and realize you'd been staring at the demon butler while imagining his cock in your mouth. You were discussing tea leaves, how did..?

"Ahem, ah. Sorry Barbatos- please, continue. I was just lost in thought, swear."

He smiles, a bit awkwardly, but continues. You try your hardest to pay attention this time.

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"Fuck."

Your eyes roll back as Barbatos throats your cock again. For someone who's usually so clean, his blowjobs were bordering on ridiculously messy. Spit dribbled down his chin and connected in milky strands from your cock to his lips. He had tears in his eyes and cum from previous orgasms caught on his lashes. Flushed a deep red, with his hair thoroughly mussed from how many times you ran your fingers through it...

He couldn't be more beautiful.

You cry out, rocking forward reflexively, fucking deep into his throat as he gagged around your length, ignoring the pain in his jaw as he tried to take you deeper, greedy for more of you, more of that stretched-out feeling in his throat.

He pulled off, gasping. Using the the tip of his tongue, he cleaned your tip, loving the salty taste of your cum.

"Darling.. "

He looked at you, eyed glazed with desire.

"...am I boring you?"

Once again, you snap back to the present.

Barbatos' face is as stoic as ever, but you can sense a sad undertone in his words. He's too polite to outright say anything, but you can tell you've hurt his feelings.

"Barbatos... Oh, I'm sorry. Really. You're not boring me, I was just... Lost in thought." Which wasn't a lie!

"May I ask what's troubling you, then?"

Fuckkkkkk. What the hell were you sposed to say? 'Sorry Barbs, I can't stop thinking about you gagging on my cock. Please, tell me more about this desert!'

You laugh and awkwardly scratch the back of your head, trying to think up a lie when you're saved by the bell.

Barbatos looks at his watch, sending a rather woeful look your way. "I must start on the Lord's lunch. I will see you later, [Name]."

You wave until he's out of sight, then plop down on the nearest surface in defeat. You've got to get control of yourself. But how?

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Days later, you find yourself in the kitchen helping Barbatos prepare for a tea party later that day, and you're proud to announce that you haven't thought about him sucking your dick (or you sucking his!) Once!

... because you did it for hours last night. And have been the night before any meetups with him.

But a win is a win! Barbatos seems quite happy you've been paying him so much extra attention lately, and if you continue like this, you'll be fine.

Just, make sure you don't pay too much attention to his ass when he bends over to put stuff in the oven. Or how cute the blush on his face is when he laughs. Or how much you wish he'd lose a few layers. All of them, preferably.

And definitely, definitely don't think about how amazing it'd feel to have him on his knees, desperately deepthroating you, testing your combined luck to see how many orgasms you can get in before somebody catches you both.

"...and I actually quite enjoy- oh. Um, [Name]?"

Fuck! You were doing so well. "Dammit, I didn't mean to-"

"You're... You seem to.." he gestures loosely to your pants, turning away to hide his blush. You look down, blushing hard with the force of your mortification when you realize...

You were hard. To the point where your pants were uncomfortable, actually.

There was an awkward silence. What could you say? Should you crack a joke? Run away in tears? Whip it out and hope for the best??

Barbatos makes the decision for you when he speaks. "[Name]... All those times you spaced off, what.. was on your mind?"

A strange question that you were sure would lead to an embarrassing plot twist. You accept your fate though, knowing that a lie would get you nowhere at this point.

"Oh, er, uh... you. And me. Us... doing... things."

He nods, catching your meaning. "When you would space off, I first thought you were getting bored of me. But the last few times, with the way you were looking at me, I started to consider a different possibility."

He glances between your eyes and your boner again, blushing more and chuckling. "Can I say my guess was correct?"

You're already mortified, why did he have to tease you on top of it?

Head heavy with shame, you nod.

Snirking, Barbatos' gaze grows heavy, and he takes his time checking you out, studying your body language and planning his next move. He approaches, giving you time to back out before trapping you against the counter with his arms. He pushes up against you, in between your legs, and tilts your chin up to face him.

"May I make your fantasies come true?"

You suck in a breath; you couldn't say yes fast enough.

Your lips meet in a sensual kiss, tongues dancing in each other's mouths. As the kiss progressed, the two of you nonverbally agreed that it was too hot for clothes. The kiss turned to a frenzy, passion at the forefront of your minds as buttons popped and belts were unbuckled.

"Darling," pulling away from the kiss, Barbatos rests his head on yours and asks,"tell me: what were we doing in your latest daydream?" His gaze is intense, and looking into the bright green of his irises, the details seem to spill from your mouth on their own.

As you speak, he kisses his way down your body, leaving love bites in his tracks. Down on his knees- right where you want him -The stares at you through thick eyelashes, pulling down your boxers with his teeth. Your cock springs out, narrowly missing him.

The hunger in his gaze makes you nervous, but laced through it all lies excitement. He can't seem to take his eyes off it, one hand reaching into his own pants as he takes you in the other.

"I love it." He kisses your tip, precum staining his lips. "It's perfect. You're perfect." He kisses it again, taking it into his mouth and sucking and licking and making you twitch and whine.

"I wish you would have told me sooner. I've been thinking about doing this for a while myself." The reveal catches you off guard, but you don't get a chance to truly react when he suddenly takes you to the base, nose smashing up against your pelvis, and its all you can do not to cum on the spot.

He sets a pace, bobbing his head in time with his own strokes, getting sloppier as his hips twitched harder and harder, threatening to make him come undone in his own hand. Unable to hold it off any longer, you grab his head and hold him to your base, nutting straight down his throat. He reached his own climax in turn, cupping the head of his shaft as he twitched.

You're both left breathing hard when you let go, but you're not done with him yet. Just in case this was a dream, you wanted it to be the best you've ever had.

Crouching down, you take Barbatos by his ass and lift him, surprising the butler and yourself. You rest him on your shoulders, and take his sensitive, dripping cock into your mouth.

He gasps, and it's like your first fantasy all over again. But better.

He's rocking against your face, moaning your name while tears of pleasure cascade down his face. All too soon, he's crashing through another orgasm, cumming down your throat this time, and panting hard all over again.

You set him down on the counter, hoping to catch your respective breaths when an alarm goes off.

You and Barbatos look at his watch together, horror painted all over your faces.

The smell of cum and burnt delights met your noses, and a myriad of curious voices met your ears.

It was time for the tea party.

You lock eyes, share a quick, sticky kiss, and jump into action making this mess disappear.

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A/N: Fucking hell, writing that was so fun I'm leaving an author's note! Lmao. Enjoy<3

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

KINKTOBER DAY 2: SEMI PUBLIC

Yall why tf I forgot to schedule this post. I just woke up and was like wtf. Anyways a year later yall gettin the finished version of this.

The waitress, innocent in her unawareness, made her way over far quicker than Barbatos wished.

Your fingers didn't stutter once in their rhythm as she approached. When she spoke, "Yes? How may I help you?", you felt his cunt squeeze around you, arousal drizzling down the thoroughly-soaked digits.

From where the waitress stood, all she saw was your hand in your boyfriend's lap. He was tomato red, a strange glazed look in his eyes that suggested illness of some sort. Oh dear, was there a problem with the tea?

"Ah, was the tea not to your liking? Our deepest apologies–"

You slide your thumb across his clit, making him jump. Cold tea sloshed over the side onto the table.

You and the waitress both gasp, hers coming out significantly more genuine.

"Please, let me clean that for you!"

In the second it takes to retrieve a towel from her uniform pocket, your thumb moves to his clit in true, rubbing mind numbingly slow circles as your fingers sped up.

Barbatos wasn't sure he could breathe. The woman was bent over the table, dutifully cleaning up his mess, occasional glancing up in confusion at the forced stoicism on his face. She was so close. Close enough that if she looked down right now, she'd see you. Close enough that if she listened in, the bustle of the busy Cafe would fade to the wet gush of arousal leaking into his (thankfully dark) pants, forced from his cunt by your skilled fingers.

God, why was it taking so long to clean such a small spill?

"Once again, um, our apologies sir. May we help you with anything else? A refill, perhaps?"

He hoped he didn't sound too breathy. "It’s f-f…" he closes his eyes against beading tears as you switch your pace again, nails digging into the soft skin of his palms as his hands fisted in his lap. "Fine. May I… hah, may I please have a refill?" He shoves the words out, fighting the urge to fuck himself on your fingers the whole time.

Wearing a slightly befuddled expression, she nods, absentmindedly scribbling on her little notepad and backing away.

Barbatos pants, relaxing onto your fingers and allowing them just a little farther inside. The squelch of his own arousal meets his ears and manages to further warm his face.

"You're amazing," You lean in, whispering into his ear and basking in the shiver that ran through him. The sun was going down, and it's rays were hitting him perfectly, making his hair and eyes glow with a special sorta brilliance that drove you insane. His lips, bitten raw by this point, were red and puffy, begging to be kissed. Hot, flushed skin looked soft to the touch, was soft to the touch, begging to be caressed and cared for.

You smile, your own lust like a beast that'd caught its prey in your eyes. Barbatos was quick to catch the change in mood; quick to realize he was extremely fucked.

To outsiders, you look like a couple on a rather awkward first date, or perhaps like one on their umpteenth. A teasing lover and a shy one.

Oh, how Barbatos wishes it was that simple.

"Do you wanna cum?" There was a barely leashed excitement in your voice. Never had a whispering seemed so loud, loud enough to drown out everything else all at once.

There was only one answer, really.

"Yes."

Your smirk was devilish. "Then beg the waitress for it."

...

....

.....

What?

Pretty green eyes filled with tears as they widened to saucers. Beg... the waitress?

The last woman he wanted to see at the moment appeared behind the counter, chatting it up with a coworker as his drink cooled on its platter. He had a few minutes at most.

"What do you mean? How can I... what would I say?"

Your smile gets no less evil, a dark chuckle leaving you as your fingers stopped all movement. He whines automatically at the loss, just managing to stop his hips from grinding down when he catches your look.

"You of all people are acting like you don't know how to beg?" How he managed to blush even more, only the devil knows.

You roll your eyes at the helplessness on his face. "Figure out, and quickly, she's coming back."

In one fluid movement you retrieve your hand, earning a gasp as you wrap your arm around his waist, slide back into his pants and pose your middle finger right over his clit.

"Anything else?" The lady says, setting down the tray and dutifully moving the cup and it's little plate infront of Barbatos.

You smiled, nodding your head to Barbatos. He inhaled, hoping his expression was polite and simple, despite the watery eyes and rosey cheeks.

"Yes, please..." You tap his clit, making his eyes flutter. "Please, may I– fuck– I mean, please can," Steady breathes began to break as your tantalizingly slow circles broke his focus. He was almost there, so sensitive, so close. Please, please, please...

She smiled, but it was... different, this time. She leaned down, hugging her notepad and pen to her chest.

"Go ahead and cum, pretty boy."

And he did. He came hard as you pinched his clit, jaw dropping open as nothing but a shocked exhale left him, a single, thankful tear falling down his cheek as his orgasm shook him to his soul.

When it was over, two sets of hands were upon him. One was yours, the other was the waitress'. You both smirk at him, twin whispers of "Good Boy," meeting his ears.

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

KINKTOBER DAY 1- MATING PRESS

Barbatos x AMAB!Prostitute!reader, raw dogging, cumming inside

Barbatos was getting tired of missionary.

As the loyal butler of the royal line, he didn't get much time to simply relax- let alone to fuck rough and nasty until his body couldn't take it anymore. So in the quickies he'd sometimes schedule with any random lucky demon, it was usually a matter of fuck and go. Kinks and performance be damned.

But hell.

A demon could only take so much before even the biggest cocks weren't doing it for him anymore. Being big wasn't enough; where's the technique? The hunger? The lust and need to devour the other, until there was nothing left but a living toy for one to fuck when they pleased?

Maybe he just wasn't bringing out that feeling in people anymore. Most demons were scared to even accept his requests these days, honestly...

The demon sighs, head low as he walks to the room. Hopefully, this time would be different.

It was part of his birthday weekend gift– a full three days off from work. And how did he choose to spend the first? Ordering a prostitute, of course.

'I'm gonna die.'

Sweat poured off your bodies by the bullets, plastering stray hairs to sweltering skin as heavy pants and heady moans filled the space.

The slap of skin on skin was a mantra within the four walls of the cheap hotel room; its weak bed groaning under the force of your movements, smacking the wall hard enough it'd surely leave a hole.

"Please, fuck," hic! "no more-" Barbatos' voice was a hoarse cry, throat raw from screaming for so long. With every stroke, you fucked deep into his core, abusing his prostrate and bringing fresh, hot tears to his summer-green eyes.

He was on his side; one leg over your shoulder, held there by your strong hand, with the other wrapped tight around your waist, muscles jumping and trembling from the strain of such pleasure.

His hands were everywhere. Clawing at the sheets, your thighs, your arms, even gripping desperately at his own lonely breasts, nipples pink and perky from the abuse.

His dick bounced in time with your strokes, pre and cum alike flying. You adjust yourself, going hard enough to drive his reddened face into the pillow, drool spilling carelessly out the side of his mouth, and Barbatos screams. His eyes roll to the whites as his back arches, his orgasm seeming to shred his nerves and white-screen his already foggy brain.

And you? While he's clamping tight around you again, dragging his claws through your skin and making thin trails of blood run down your arm? You, while he's senselessly fucking himself on your cock through his orgasm, as if trying to drain your balls dry. You, who's moved one hand to his blushed, crying cock, and the other to his pebbled nipple, working him through it all?

You, you're...

Bending down to kiss him on his mouth, tongue sticking out to play with his as you take him by his knees and push them up to his shoulders. His feet are high in the air, still arched from his orgasm. His moans are swallowed by your mouth, eventually fading out into small whimpers as you slow your hips to a stop.

Cum connects your hips to his ass in sticky white strands. It's gross, nasty even, but you find yourself loving it. Maybe even loving him. You can't help but feel like its a waste of cum though... he'd be better off stuffed full, really. So full of your seed he'd see stars. Left with no choice but to become addicted to your cock, and you'd fuck him like this everyday because he cant live without it anymore.

Fill him up just like this, everyday.

The idea blooms in your mind as he pants out little out-of-breathe 'thank you's'. His eyes were drooping, his breath slowing...

You push his legs tight against his shoulders. The gasping moan when you slam your hips into him again, somehow even deeper than before, makes your dick twitch hard.

You get no more than a few strokes in, but they're life-changing. He can see the bulge in his stomach as you go in and out, see the hunger and determination in your eyes. The tears are streaming again and stars are (indeed) dancing around his vision as he cums again, this time with you right behind him. You're at his core, his deepest point, and you cum right there inside him.

Barbatos isn't sure how he could get any fuller, but he did. And how good it felt, to be pumped full of warmth like this. Even when you pulled out and it drizzled down his asshole, he was happy. But when you fingered it back into his opened hole, your eyes lowered in concentration, free hand clutching his thigh in a vaguely possessive manner?

He fell in love.

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This wasn't as hard as I coulda gone, but I got all of October to write us fucking him better. Happy kinktober, enjoy!

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

Bunny & Barb

[gn bunny reader, but you do have boobs. Domming from the bottom kind of vibes, but no actual sex. Sub Barbatos ofc. Cumming untouched. And, uh, you call him a good boy]

Barbatos has encountered many demi-creatures before. The Devildom especially was full of them, any and every combination the mind could- and couldn't -think of. Demi humans were a dime a dozen especially.

So he doesn't know why his heart stopped when he saw you.

He'd seen plenty of bunny combos in his life. Hell, they were probably the most common mix in this circle of hell. Yet, every time your fluffy little tail twitched, he blushed. And with the way your ears flop about as you hop through the hallways, easily clearing the heads of even the tallest demons, he soon finds himself entranced.

He wants to know everything about you. Which side of your family do your bunny traits come from? How high can you jump, how fast can you run? Are your ears as soft as they look? If he touches them, would you blush, would you shiver? Where else would you let him touch? How else–

It was embarrassing, really. Improper for one such as himself to think such lustful things about you, despite your limited interactions. He wanted to hide away in shame when you were around. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to look away.

And right now, you wouldn't let him break your gaze no matter how much he wanted to. You, with a mischievous gleam in your eye as you lay across his lap, offering him the chance to touch your ears.

There's no way you were serious. But you weren't getting up, and Barbatos was only getting redder.

"Are... Are you sure? I'll hold no ill will towards you if you change your mind."

You roll on your side, face inches from his stomach. One hand holds your head up just enough to give him a sassy smirk, as the other wraps loosely around his waist. There's a knowing tone to your words as you speak,

"I wouldn't come all the way down to this dungeon you call a room this late at night if I wasn't sure. Bunnies have to sleep too, Barbatos."

You lift your head up to shake your finger at him in mock disappointment, then drop it back into your hand as if that was the hardest thing you've done today.

Dungeon...? He could admit his room was a tad unconventional, but was that really what you thought?

His thoughts are interuppted when you sigh; it's clearer than day that patience isn't your virtue.

"I know you wanna touch 'em, so just do it. I think just about everyone on the student council has noticed your longing stares. I don't bite, dude. You could have just asked."

"I-I.. I didn't wish to be rude. I apolo-"

"By the bells, are we gonna talk all night?! I would have called if that was the case!"

Barbatos isn't sure he's young enough to survive the shock you're giving his nervous system. And he does want to pet you– regardless of the tireless tongue you were cursed with. Perhaps this is how Lucifer feels whenever Mammon speaks.

But unlike Mammon, your prodding works. His touch is nervous, so gentle you question if they're even there. The rise and fall of his chest is slow and controlled, and as your gaze rises, you see his eyebrows pinched just so in concentration.

'They're even softer than I thought...' He thinks. It was like running your hand through a cloud, the blunt ends of your fur tickling his palms. A shudder runs down his back at the feeling. Several traitorous parts of him can't fathom why he didn't ask for this sooner.

Barbatos' deft fingers begin massaging slow circles into the base of your ears. His thumbs press on just the right spots, and against your better judgement you begin to squirm. He moves up, and you can feel his nails running lightly through the short fur. It's electrifying, and you clutch his waist tight at the feeling.

"My apologies- did that hurt?"

"The exact opposite, actually." The end is muffled, as you've pressed your face tight to his midriff. Leeching off his warmth while he massaged you in a downright life-changing way, you almost considered apologizing for acting like an asshole earlier. Almost.

Barbatos found himself feeling much the same as you. The look on your face as he touched you was breathtaking. Every minute change left him hypnotized, his hands eager to draw out something bigger, something better. But there were only so many reactions he could pull from you while only touching one spot. As this thought crosses his mind, Barbatos' eyes begin to wander...

When he finally catches sight of the little ball of fur on your back, his hands move all by themselves.

Your shirt had ridden up just enough to expose your tail. It was perfectly round and looked like it was actually made of clouds. It wiggled so adorably, could you really blame him for just wanting a quick poke?

His hand cupped it, and just as fast as he'd move to touch he snatched his hand away. Your gasp was loud, and the jerk of your body violent. It was as though you'd tried to clutch him and force yourself away at the same time.

"[Name], by the bells are you alr-"

"Keep going, slower this time. And please, stop apologizing for everything."

Lacking the words to communicate any of this, or even the calmness to form a clear thought, really, he prioritizes following orders.

He can't remember the last time he was this embarrassed or this hot and bothered. Your words went straight to his groin, making feelings he'd forgotten he could experience bloom like flowers in a long-awaited spring.

He also couldn't help thinking about how this petting session was quickly starting to get... Heavy.

Lithe fingers slide down your spine and stop just short of your tail. You clutch at him, an attempt to steal yourself against his next move. It fails.

His claw is dragged in a tantalizingly slow circle around the base of your tail, the force of your shivers enough to rip his shirt.

"Fuck, just take this off." Barbatos finds himself stripped before he can even get a chance to agree. The cold air on his skin is refreshing, but as you begin to strip too, he finds himself hot all over again.

Smooth skin with tufts of fur growing in the most eye catching places. The valley of your chest, your happy trail, growing thicker and thicker as your shins merged into rabbit feet.

Straddling his lap, you're chest to chest now. You notice the way he blushes when your breasts brush him. It makes you smirk; he's too easy to tease, eager as he is now. Your nipples press against his own, earning you a cute little gasp. His hands leave your head to hold your hips, his fingers nervously tapping your skin as he seemingly waits for your next order.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

Barbatos surprises you by looking you in the eye when he answers. "Yes."

"Do you want to touch me?"

"So badly."

"Where?"

His voice is raspy, his chest movements erratic as he pushes as close to you as he can possibly get.

"Everywhere."

It's everything you've ever wanted to hear.

You pull him into a kiss, grinding your hips into his lower abdomen as he roams. Large hands with long, skilled fingers, everywhere at once across your skin. His nails sharpen into claws that leave shivers in their wake, pressing lightning into your skin that leaves you pleading for more.

Barbatos can't take it. Your beauty is devastating, the proof of it all over the ruins of his heart. As you arch into his arms, he is reborn. This new Barbatos lives to pleasure you alone; the only reciprocation he needs is your moans.

You move faster, uncaring of the mess you've made on his skin as your peak approaches. His hands don't stop, his sweet, sweet gaze stuck on you, begging for validation. You've never seen someone beg so deeply without saying a single word. Tell him what he really wants to hear.

"Fuck. You're such a good boy, Barbatos."

He cums untouched, holding on to you tight as trembles wreck him.

Tears cascade down his face, but it's the dazed watery look of joy in his eyes that makes you cum. Your arousal coats his abdomen, further staining his pants as it drips down and soaks into the fabric.

Minutes take as long to pass as hours in the fading light of your orgasms. Sweaty, sticky, and far too hot, you release yourself from his arms to flop back onto the couch. Your legs are draped across his lap, your left arm hanging as your right rests on your head. You've never seen Barbatos without rigid posture before. This is your first time seeing his shoulders sag, his neck fully extended to rest his head on the back of the couch. He's taking deep, open mouthed breaths. You think his eyes are still cloudy too.

'Hot,' You think.

The silence after is littered with pants. Barbatos can't hold a thought long enough to make sense of what just happened, so he doesn't try to. He lets himself drift away on thoughts of soft fur, softer skin, and a cute bunny with a terrible attitude.

When he wakes up, you're long gone, but at least you threw a blanket over him. He's not sure if it slipped off in his sleep, or if you didn't try to fully cover him from the start, but he appreciates it nonetheless.

When he checks his DDD, he's quick to find your contact. There's only one text from you.

[Name]: So, were they softer than you thought?

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[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

God (Unfinished Draft #2)

[Worship, crying, Barbatos' pov] [Considerably more finished than the others lol]

An old temple of worship. Or as the humans called it, a church.

Empty aisles spanned miles, rows and rows of mahogany seats covered in a thick layer of dust. Walls of stone rose to the sky and met in the shadowy center, completely bare of decoration save for a singular window at the head of the church.

The window was so clear it might as well have not been there. The moonlight that streamed through was as a result an unnaturally pure shade of silver. Sitting in its beams, Barbatos would usually feel soothed. And yet, a shiver ran down his spine.

Something was not right here.

A podium with no preacher, a choir with no singers, and a church with no devotees. It was daytime in the human world, yet moonlight persisted in its glow.

And a church this large with only one window... Barbatos has never seen anything like it.

But he can feel it in the air that he'll soon understand.

There's a dark hand reaching through the window. It seems to have no source; no body can be seen on the other side, nor a portal that one may travel through. The hair along his nape begins to rise as inches of inky skin are revealed. But Barbatos himself? He doesn't move a muscle. On his knees before the podium, hands relaxedly at his sides. There is no fear in his heart. Only anticipation.

Standing tall before him, its body seemed to rise miles, featureless yet identifiable even in a crowd of thousands. Its form seemed to flow, the edges blurring together and melting and melding at will.

The light obscured its face. Perhaps this being lacked one completely; perhaps it truly was made of darkness. Faceless, save for eyes like the milky way and a smile like a shark.

"Do you feel blessed?"

A ridiculous question to most, but Barbatos had found enlightenment in it.

"...No." His eyes were wide with awe, his speech carrying a certain breathlessness to it.

"Would you like to be?"

....Would he?

What did it mean to be blessed? Would it be like the Greeks, blessing their favored devotees with strength and wisdom? Or like an angel, protecting humans from harm? Was this being a harbinger of something greater, or something greater itself?

The silence between them was not one filled with tension. The being was unreadable, staring quietly and unblinkingly. It made him antsy, after a while. The butler found himself breaking eye contact, eyeing the somehow spotless floor as though it were the most interesting thing in the world.

Then, a chuckle sounded in the air. It seemed to come from everywhere at once, as if he was surrounded by laughing figures. But it was only him and the being in this church.

"Your flesh is old, child... The stories engraved tell me you've learned many lessons in your years."

Barbatos sat in silence, hanging onto every word.

"You are well respected in your home... Love surrounds you like light surrounds an angel. And I can see it's well deserved. Your devotion burns bright, child."

Something is cooking in Barbatos' stomach. Nerves? Fear? Anticipation? He had not a clue in the world.

"Yet, you still find yourself here."

There it goes. The ball he was waiting to see drop.

"I ask again, Barbatos, do you wish to be blessed?"

This time, hesitation didn't halt his speech.

"Yes."

He sighs. His breath had become visible in the air. Already, goosebumps lined his skin as the temperature in the church plummeted. Hairs along his arms rose as shivers scampered down his back, the very breath he took lodging deep in his throat. His body was numb and yet he felt everything. His eyes never left the Being's, and yet he saw the very world turn on its axis.

The shadow steps back, legs just barely forming from the mass of darkness. It leans against the wooden podium, a lower body taking shape. Large, muscular thighs form, leading down into strong calves and big feet with clawed and pointed toes. Between its thighs were pussy lips already sticky with a thick golden goo. A deep purple clit twitched and bulged from beneath its hood, and just below, a lovely hole in a similar shade of indigo pulsed and leaked.

"Step to the podium child, and meet god inside me. Here, you will find where all the blessings of this world are stored."

Barbatos approached on his hands and knees, like any good follower would. Already, he could feel his stress melting away. Worries for The Prince and the brothers, concern for the angels and the exchange student... All of it, gone from his mind as the growing heat warmed his face.

He'd gone a deep red in the cold air, but this body emitted a heat akin to standing in front of a fire. Inches from its source, a sweet smell caressed his nostrils. The ichor-like substance smelt heavenly, and sense had proven truly lost on him when he went in nose first, gladly letting the Beings fluids coat his face.

Barbatos placed his hands on dark thighs, still surprised to find his hands didn't float clean through. He pushed them farther apart, until his meal was spread wide before him. He could feel it in his mind, the Being's desperation.

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

Well-Behaved

[AFAB!Barbatos(obey me) & AMAB!Scaramouche(genshin impact) x AMAB!Reader. Dom/Sub, blowjobs, Bratty Scara? Ish kinda, threesome, character on character, cross over fic, rawdogging, creampie, fingering, overstim, Barbatos spitroasting, multiple orgasms]

You lean back on your hands, sinking further into the soft bed as you admired the way moonlight danced across your boys' skin.

Your erect cock stood tall and proud in front of them, a bead of precum at the tip. Spreading your legs wider, you can't help but be amused by the anticipation that thickened the very air between you three.

Barbatos, ever an angel (ironically), leaned slightly forward with his hands rested politely in his lap. Hunger and adoration shone in his gaze as he eyes the throbbing veins of your cock.

Scaramouche, ever an asshole, sat ramrod straight with his fists clenched and a glare to wither any hopes or dreams that dared enter its path. His teeth were clenched to the point of uncomfortability, but his twitching, leaking cock and hard, pink nipples told a different story.

You smirk, tilting your head and peering at Barbatos through your lashes, making him immediately perk up. "Darling, would you start?" You say.

He's all too enthusiastic to do so, a "Yes, Master" only barely managing to flee his lips before they latch onto your cock. They're soft as they kiss the head, his tongue swirling several tantalizing times before swallowing you deeper. His tongue presses against the underside, and his cheeks hollow out. Already, you can feel the heat pooling in your abdomen.

You sigh, head falling back as the sensations wash over you in waves. The warm wetness of his mouth and his skilled tongue, confident against your cock, had your legs trembling and left your hips thrusting into his throat every now and then. The gagging sounds when you did made your head spin and your dick throb, and Barbatos could feel it against his tongue.

He wanted to feel it in his throat.

Behind him, Scaramouche scowled. His dick was twitching hard at the sight of your cock opening his counterpart's throat, and the way Barbatos' hole kept clenching around nothing right in front of him, pouring arousal practically right onto his lap...

A drop overflows and spills downwards at an agonizing pace, and he watches with rapt attention.

At that very moment Barbatos moved, trying through tears to fit you down his throat, and sent the string of his arousal off course and onto Scara's cock.

In Barbatos' eyes, you could see how close he was too.

Pathetic is what Scaramouche thought when he came. Anger and ecstacy like a thunderstorm over his mind as pearl-colored spurts hit Barbatos' ass and pussy, surprising him enough to choke around your length. Your toes curled as his throat fluttered, the edge so close you could practically see it.

You never want to leave a sub unsatisfied though, so you- somewhat reluctantly -push Barbatos off your cock and glance slyly at Scaramouche, a smirk playing at your lips. "Cumming untouched, how... cute. It is Barbatos waving his ass in your face though; I'm surprised you didn't cum sooner, honestly." You chuckle as pink dusts their cheeks. Barbatos' head lies on your thigh, spit covering his chin and tear stained cheeks finally drying. His sweat-dampened hair sticks to his forehead, giving him a well-worn look. However, you're far from finished with him.

You reach over him, scooping some of the cum off his ass and fingering it into his hole.

He gasps, a sultry moan soon following as he ruts into you. Scara tries to look away, still embarrassed at his reaction, but you grab his chin. He knows better than to close his eyes, and watches, mortified, as your fingers fuck Barbatos open with his cum. Barbatos moans loud, pushing his pussy closer to Scara's flushed face in a desperate attempt to meet your fingers in the middle.

"Look, Scara. He's beautiful, isn't he? See how well he spreads for me, for us?"

Your fingers leave his hole, earning a pitiful whine from the demon in your lap. You spread him open, juices glistening sinfully in the silver light.

"You wanna fuck him, right?"

He scowls, though it's far less so intimidating and much more pathetic. "Of course not. That dick-whipped idiot may fall over your every word and action, but I refuse to be your whore."

You chuckle, expecting such a stuck-up response. Gripping his chin, you kiss him hard. Your hand moves to his neck, and a frustrated moan manages to escape before you're taken with his lips again.

"Mmh- fuck you!"

"You will, soon." You grin at the terror shining vibrantly in his irises. Your next kiss is gentler; a swipe at his upper lip with your tongue, watching ravenously as they part and form a pretty little entrance for you to dive into, sucking on his tongue and dragging out rough groans. You open one eye and peak downwards, disdained to find his hands wrapped around his cock.

Whispering against his lips, "...You know better. Whore."

He releases immediately at your tone, but it's far too late. Your hands bind his wrists together above his head. He has the audacity to smirk, though the snark doesn't reach his eyes. "What're you gonna do? Stop me from cumming? I already have, if you failed to notice."

You smirk back, something more sinister lacing yours.

Barbatos watches all this from the sidelines, slightly worried for his partner sub. You didn't give punishments often, even when Scaramouche was misbehaving. But Scara had been quite bold as of late, and even your patience could wear thin..

"Barbatos~" You say melodically.

Naturally, he turns all attention to you.

You gesture to the bound Scaramouche at his side. "Ride him. And don't stop until I say so."

There was a pause, a holding of breath as your dear boys processed the order.

Scara was first to return to the present.

His eyes widen, and his sensitive cock twitches, flinging cum onto his stomach. Every muscle locks, and a feverishly warm blush crawls across skin like snow even as a shiver races up his back. His breath comes in deep, slow puffs. His nails dig into his palms. Violet irises alight with something you can't name meet your heavy gaze, and finally he...

Submits.

Barbatos' eyes narrow, sensing the change. His body language has relaxed. His eyes have gained a certain gloss he's seen on himself countless times. The demon exhales, obediently positioning himself over Scaramouche's cock. It pulses in his hand, a hard twitch racking it when the head bumps his soaked entrance.

Your head rests in your hand, an impatient sigh leaving your lips.

"Don't be shy, fuck him."

At your command he takes Scara to the base, all in one fluid motion. Their moans synchronize, Barbatos' high and breathy where Scara's is low and throaty; it makes a melody that blesses your ears and sends shivers up and down your spine.

He starts off slow at first, steadying himself on your knees as he builds up to an absolutely unforgiving pace that leaves the puppet in your grasp clawing at your fists with blunt nails. Toes curling and uncurling, hips stuttering as lewd wet slaps fill the room, the doll could feel the tightness in his abdomen growing, so close to tearing apart in a burst of liquid and light.

He cums once more when Barbatos slams down especially hard, the force of the creampie sending Barbatos over the edge as well.

In his ecstacy the strawberry-topped demon moans loud, mouth wide open, and seeing him presented so prettily with those soft pink lips beckoning you home, how could you resist taking him by the back of his head and shoving your cock down his tight, tight throat?

He gags, but adjusts quickly, hands leaving your knees to claw at your hips. Now standing, you can clearly see Scaramouche's fucked out daze in all it's glory: Mouth ajar, and eyes rolled back as tremors wracked his small frame. With his hands now free, they clutched fiercely at anything they could get a grip on- namely, Barbatos' hips.

The demon was skilled though, and rode the puppet hard even as he chocked on your cock and trembled with pleasure at the feeling of rough hands grasping him, pace becoming unsteady as his own sensitivity increases.

You can't decide who to watch; Scaramouche, who was suffering from success as Barbatos ripped orgasm after orgasm from him, leaving him a shaking, crying, snot-nosed mess of pleas of mercy and sorrowful "I'm sorry's"? Or Barbatos, who was looking at you like you were the only person in the world, sobbing dutifully around your cock and taking the both of you so got damn well?

The latter's throat constricts tight around your length, and you grip his hair tight and push his nose roughly into your abdomen as you cum. You hear one last slap of hips against his ass before his eyes rolls back and claws sharp enough to draw blood are digging into your hips, cumming visibly hard around the cock hitting the deepest parts inside him.

Scaramouche is in tears, unable to take the force of another orgasm. His hands fall limp at his sides, head falling forward to lean fully on his partner's shoulder. He can feel the sweat dripping down his back, see it dripping down Barbatos'.

You pull yourself from your sub's throat even as he continues to suck, and give the command, "You may stop."

Barbatos' legs immediately give out, pure force will having kept them strong this long. Scaramouche mumbles his thank yous, having been reduced from a proud brat to a whimpering bitch.

"Kiss it, Scara." He's quick to obey, kissing up and down your cock as if it were something holy. A genuine smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, and you caress his dampened hair, whispering, "So well-behaved... Sweet, sweet Scaramouche..."

Through unspoken permission, Barbatos praises Scara's breakthrough through peppered kisses across his salty skin. Hickies join the mix, and soon you're both offering up gentle praises and loving you touches to the worn-out submissive.

He collapses against you, exhaustion taking him under as he sags towards the floor. You catch him of course, scooping him up and placing him in the bed.

"I haven't forgotten you, beautiful. You've done amazing as well. Ever my star player, so quick to follow my commands, and always exceeding my expectations. I love you, Barbatos."

You kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

"And I you, Master."

You chuckle, giving him the Scara treatment and tucking yourself into bed right along with them.

"I love you too, Scaramouche." In his slumber, he doesn't respond, yet his features still seem to visibly relax at your words.

"We'll clean up in the morning." You sigh. "Goodnight, beloveds."

This time, your only answer is the even breathing of your favorite boys in the world.

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A/N: I'm gonna throw tf up i accidentally posted this then had to copy and paste it all from via my PHONE back to a regular doc cause my fucking computer is ASS and then my mind was in literal OVERTIME and the tag list just KEPT GETTING LONGER. I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE I WAS WRITING DOUBLE PENETRATION UNTIL I WAS WRITING IT. AGHHH.

Anyways thanks for listening yk i don't usually make author's notes. Love ya all, and i do appreciate if you reblog this work if you liked it<3

Not beta read, as per usual

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

Alone

[Outdoors sex, rawdogging, AMAB!Reader, creampie, multiple orgasms, Bottom Barbatos]

Trudging through the forgotten forest, you turn and crash back-first into a tree, Barbatos slamming into you right after.

You could feel the rough bark scratching at you through your clothes, but any pain was lost in the pleasure of finally having his lips on yours.

Years. It'd been years since you last saw him, felt him, tasted him. Caught up in new chapters of your lives, serving your respective lords and carrying out your respective duties. You never worried though; no matter how many times the two of you parted, you always found your way back to each other.

That didn't stop you from missing him though. And him you, shown in his uncharacteristically desperate actions. "Beloved, please..."

Your eyes flutter to half mast, and you hoist him up by the back of his thighs while sliding down a bit, seating him in your lap.

You whisper into the sensitive skin of his neck between borderline chaste kisses. "I missed you." Kiss. "I thought about you every day." Kiss. "I've dreamed of this moment; the next time I'd have you like this. Weak at my touch, and finally giving into the greed you always suppress." Kiss.

Warm, shuddering breaths caress your ear, and you feel him grinding into you, riding your clothed boner. You pull back and find his eyes alight, standing out in the shadowy dark of the overhead foliage. There's an energy to them, an urgency, like he's right on the precipice of something huge.

The second you pull back he's on you, hot mouth on hot mouth, tongues intertwining, and in seconds clothes had disappeared and finally, finally, there was truly no barrier keeping the two of you apart.

Barbatos' eyes rolled back when you thrusted up into him. Not inside him, not yet- you've always been one to tease. But close, oh so close. Right along his tight, twitching entrance, now slick with your precum. You held him by the globes of his ass, spreading him wide while preventing him from sufficiently reciprocating.

Why now? He thinks. You were right about the suppressed greed. As the loyal butler and left hand man to Lord Diavolo, Barbatos willingly puts his needs on the back burner, always putting other's contentment before his own. It was his duty as a butler as much as his personal code; His master's pleasure before his own.

But when it comes to you?

.

.

.

The principal still applies. When you're here, you are his master, and your only command is for him to take and take and take until he's satisfied.

He will never be satisfied.

Barbatos gasps as your finger penetrates his thoughts as well as his body, clasping tight around the single digit. You kiss him, trailing wet, open-mouthed ones down his neck. You knew exactly how to loosen him up.

As if sensing your demands, he relaxed, giving in to quiet, airy moans that made your head spin with need. "Hurry up... I need your cock to stretch me out."

Oh, how you loved it when he dropped the prim-and-proper act. This was your favorite Barbatos- the one who made demands using language that'd make a nun's ears bleed.

You add two more fingers, and aren't surprised when he shakes and cums on you, ropes of white landing on your face and chest. Even before taking up his current role, he wasn't one to masturbate much. Your beloved must have been so pent up all this time.

The spurts die off and you continue fingering him through his orgasm, high-pitched whines now mixing with erratic twitches in his legs as you abuse the overly sensitive spot inside him. You don't stop until he's damn near screaming your name through another orgasm, sending resting birds fluttering through the trees and letting in momentary shards of light.

Barbatos, ever out of character around you, gets impatient and slides you inside him himself.

Thank fuck he did. He was warm, and tight, and the lewd wet noise your pre made as you slid inside would get you through many lonely nights to come. He squeezed down reflexively, and you came deep inside him, his joy at the fact evident in his lazy smile.

He must have transformed sometime during your orgasmic haze, because the next thing you know a thick, wet tail was sliding around your waist as his claws bit into your shoulders.

Catching the mood change, you swiftly gathered yourself and placed one hand beneath his knee and looped the other under his arm to rest on the opposite shoulder. Hefting his leg high, you kissed him hard, and thrusted upwards into his eager hole harder.

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Rounds later, the two of you found yourselves too tired to move, taking to instead cuddle on the spiky grass. A whispered spell kept any curious creatures- large and small -away, allowing the two of you to rest truly easy.

"You've gotten me all sticky." You say, earning a chuckle from the beautiful man in your arms. "I'm afraid you've left me in a similar predicament, my love." Your giggles are child-like, bouncing between you both.

As your voices fade into silence, the branches above shift, and a single ray of light falls on you. It brings Barbatos' eyes to life, giving them a joyous shine you knew was reflected in your own gaze.

"I love you."

It's said at the same time and followed by peals of laughter rising like music into the air. And, at the same time, "I love you too."

Your love is sealed with a kiss.

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Not proof read. Credit too this post for the inspiration.

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

Happy Birthday Barbs<3

[SFW, Fluff. Love you Barbie.]

It was worth it, staying up from one am, just to watch as his eyes first flutter open.

You'd turned his alarm off long ago, but knew he'd wake up at his usual time naturally after being caught in routine so long, and prepared so accordingly.

He blinked the sleep from his eyes and smiled, sitting up slowly and accepting the tray with a small, "Thank you." You sat next to his legs, stealing a kiss before he could take his first bite. His eyebrows knitted even as a blush overtook his pretty features. "Morning breath, dearest..."

In your hands was a tray full of breakfast. His favorite blend steamed in a custom-made teacup, designed with the color of your eyes in mind. "Morning, beautiful."

You giggle at his concerns, and he sighs, taking a bite of the meal: eggs and bacon, with syrup-drenched french toast. It was simple but made with love. And the help of the Little Ds.

"How is it? Edible, at least?" You two share a knowing smile, memories of less successful kitchen escapades coming to mind. "Delicious. I assume the Little Ds provided their assistance?"

You take an offended hand to your chest, mock anger in your tone as you turn your nose up at him. "Are you saying I can't cook a good meal on my own, Barbatos?!"

"Yes." He smirks, a glint in his eye highlighted by the bright devildom moonlight pouring through the window that took up the entire opposing wall of the room. There's a joyful glow to his face right now. His eyes are alight with passion, and his skin is warm with life and vitality. Though rustled from a good night's rest, his hair still somehow framed his face perfectly.

"How cruel, Barbie. To think I put my all into your birthday breakfast too."

He stops mid bite, eyes going wide with surprise for a moment. "Ah, yes. It is my birthday today, isn't it?"

It's your turn to look surprised now. "You forgot? How? Well, I know how but- come on, was the surprise breakfast not a hint, at least?"

His next smile is gentle and affectionate, so much so you blush at the purity of the love it conveys. "You treat me so wonderfully all the time, Beloved. Waking up early to bring me breakfast in bed is by no means out of the ordinary for you."

Shock soon turns to amusement, and though you're dead serious, the beautiful man in front of you has erupted into a fit of giggles. When he calms enough to look at you again, his eyes sparkle through the tears.

He said it as a good thing, yet you curse upon hearing the news. "Fuckkkkkkkk. I'm gonna have to go double- no, triple- no, quadruple as hard if i wanna make this day special. Damn my hopelessly romantic ways."

"I love you, [Name]. Ironically, I feel blessed to live in a timeline where you're mine. And I hope you know, throughout all timelines, I am yours."

You grin. He'd confessed those very same words to you dozens of times. You'd fallen into the routine of asking, "Always?" And he, into the routine of answering, "Forever."

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If time allows it, several mini fics stemming from this post will come out today. Love you, Barbie. Happy birthday.

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

[Drabble; cw for exhibitionism, fingering and AFAB Barbatos]

Writers block... But fingering AFAB Barbatos under the table in your favorite cafe. Calmly sipping your tea while his cup risks breaking in his tight grip. He's right next to the glass wall, and with every passerby he wonders if they notice how red he is, or the irregular twitch and jerk of his body, or even worse, the hand down his pants. Despite his embarrassment, he spreads his legs further, slightly lifts his hips for you.

Taking a shaky sip of his tea, he chokes on a moan as you aim for his sweet spot in true. He bites his lip, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. You're smirking. At him. Then his breath is catching in his throat as you wave the waitress over.

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

Drunk n' Love

Top!AMAB!Reader x Bottom!Sub!AFAB!Barbatos

[Human Barbatos, drunk sex, heavy focus on dirty talk, dubious consent (Reader is fairly sober), mid focus on reader being an aggressive person, reader and Barb are life long friends, creampie]

You glance to your left worriedly as Barbatos downs another shot. You know he can hold his liquor, yes, but... Things were quickly reaching excessive levels.

You blow out a puff of air and finish your own shot, snatching the bottle up with your free hand as you see him go for it again.

"Barbs, I think it's time to-"

"Fuck."

You blink, then say, "Well, that works too I suppose." You laugh at your own joke, amusement morphing into confusion at the serious look on his face.

"Barbatos?"

Even though he's so obviously shit faced drunk, the look in his eyes still makes you think twice. It's intense, holding your gaze as you cock an eyebrow, intrigued by the change of mood.

Face flushed from the alcohol, he sways while sliding across the couch, not stopping until you're touching in several places.

His lips purse into a pout, a sight you're 100% sure you'll never see again. Red as he already is, his blush somehow finds a way to deepen, and you pick up on the ghostly whispers of lust entering his body language. Legs spreading slightly, the way he's rubbing up on you- one part of you wants to play dumb, while the other wants to see where this is going.

"...Well, that's definitely a new expression, haha."

For a moment, your friend only stares, intensifying your awkward feelings. How the hell did he expect you to handle a situation like this? You've had plenty of friends sleep with you while drunk, but this is Barbatos. He's not just some friend- not just someone you can fuck and forget about the next morning.

Your attention is drawn back to him when he sighs, his eyes closing to half mast so he can view you through his lashes.

"I love you." Just like that, he's changed both your lives with three little words.

And despite the life altering revelation, he merely sends you another of those soft, sweet smiles you've grown so used to over the years. Eyes closed, his grin seems stuck to his face as he rubs his body against yours, cutely nuzzling into your neck so he whisper in your ear.

"I want you. Want you on me, touching me. Treat this body like a toy made solely for your amusement."

He sighs your name dreamily. The kind of sigh you hear in movies when the actor monologues about marrying their crush, as opposed to drunkenly telling said crush how they want to be dominated.

"You're... Not in your right mind right now. We can talk about this later, but right now-"

"Right now...? Yeah, I want you inside me right now. I need you, [Name]. Have been needing you. Why didn't I say this years ago?"

Your best friend is telling you about how much he wants you to fuck him, yet it's the revelation that's he loved you for years that makes you blush. Years? How were you dumb to this for years? All this build up, his emotions reaching such a boiling point that they explode in the form of whispers in your ear as he rocks gently against your waist.

"I fantasize a lot..." he pants, and you notice he's started palming himself through his pants. "And dream. So many dreams. Waking up sticky and wet thinking you'd finally fucked me, only to find myself alone again. It's so lonely, Hon, touching myself to the thought of you. I wish you'd touch me,"

His tongue traces the shell of your ear and you shiver, unable to tear yourself away from the erotic display. "I love you, [Name]. I love how you make me feel. My heart flutters when you call me pretty. When you get mad on my behalf, and go on rants about how special you think I am. Everytime you touch me I'm filled with butterflies. You're so nice to me, I feel loved when I'm with you."

"Till the end of times, in your embrace... We don't even have to fuck. It'd be nice though, having you inside me all the time."

"Want, want, want. You seem to want a lot of things from me, Barbatos. If I didn't know better, I'd be surprised at all this hidden greed."

He giggles, an oddly airy and innocent gesture considering... Everything, really.

"It's embarrassing... To admit but, ha... It's such a turn on, when your more violent tendencies kick in, and you get all aggressive. You're capable of such terrible things, and I want you to do terrible things to me. Terrible, terrible things..." Hot, bated pants break up his sentence as he slips his hand inside his pants. His humping immediately intensifies, and between the desperate, doe-eyed look he's giving you and the erratic humping of your side, you don't know where to look.

You hear the wet sound of his fingers entering his hole. His tongue is hot as it traces the shell of your ear. "Abuse me, please. Manhandle me, I want nothing more than to be your's. Please. You don't understand how deep inside me I want you..."

You're stiff in more ways than one. You've been shamed for your rather... Extreme, methods several times. Barbatos has ways been supportive of you, even when you flew off the handle and land both of you in trouble. Hearing that somehow, someway, he finds that attractive is... Eye-opening.

Suddenly he moans loud in your ear, seemingly having hit his g-spot. Tears bead in the corners of his eyes as he opens them and smiles wide at you, pure in the face even while fingering himself in front of you.

"This feels so good, [Name]. Don't you want to know how good I feel?"

Can you say no to that truthfully? No. And you both know it.

His back meets the couch, and you must say, you've never seen someone so happy about having their clothes ripped off. He's just as eager, and soon your clothes are a distant memory.

Hands, everywhere. He moans at the sight of your cock; it's everything he's ever dreamed of. The tip, blushed red and leaking, rests on his cunt. "Please, let me do it. I'm so happy right now Hon. Please, allow me to please you."

You nod, but that doesn't mean you plan on neglecting him. You switch positions, and he grinds up and down your length as one hand teases his nipple and the other, his clit. With every roll of the nub beneath your skilled fingers he twitches, sultry moans filling the air as you both begin to lose yourself to the pleasure.

Barbatos slides up once more, and sits down on your cock all at once.

The unexpected move leaves you dazed as you cum. Barbatos feels himself being filled and cries, hoping desperately this isn't a dream. And if it is, he never wants it to end. High off you, he starts to bounce hard, and you grip each other tight. He's so tight, so wet, so warm. It's dizzying, and when he clenches you get dangerously close to cumming again.

"I feel good, right? Am I pleasing you? Tell me you like it Hon, tell me you want me."

You're not sure you're still able to form coherent words- oh well. You've always done best communicating with actions anyway.

You flip him over and right off the bat, you've set a rough pace that leaves his eye rolling back, his back arching, and his mouth wide open as he moans his declarations of love.

You take the opportunity and kiss him, sucking on his tongue and exploring his mouth. Barbatos, who'd been holding back his orgasm in hopes to keep this going as long as possible, unravels. You really are everything he's ever dreamed of.

As he clamps down tight around you and almost immediately feels your cum filling him up again, he knows he won't forget this for as long as he lives, even if you two never go farther than this night.

Minutes that feel like hours pass. You made it to the bedroom, and lie naked in the dark, pressing gentle kisses into the skin of a quietly crying Barbatos. Apparently, they're happy tears.

He's said thank you about a thousand times now, and after he says it again, you decide you should probably answer him.

"What are you thanking me for?"

He sniffs, wiping tears. "For giving me this chance, for laying with me after, for kissing me like you like me too." His voice is weak from overuse, and you make a mental note to get him something for that.

"You're thanking me for not being an asshole to the one person I'm never an asshole to?"

He chuckles, finally looking you in the eye. "I'm not sure I can agree with that statement."

"Oh right, of course- cuz how could you be so turned on by something I've never done to you?"

You smirk as his blush comes back full force. Apparently, he's refound his shame.

"That was the liquor talking..."

"Liquor doesn't magically make you a masochist for my specific type of violence."

"Well, maybe it does. We learn something new everyday."

You share a laugh, the exhaustion from partying and sex catching up to you. Barbatos pulls you closer, cuddling into your chest.

In the morning, there'd be a lot to talk about. But for the time being, you both sigh, content in each other's warmth as sleep takes you, and the house is finally quiet.

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Partially unedited. I'll be going on a small break after this.

In the works: Imprisoned pt.2

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

Bite and Be Bitten

Top!Fem-presenting AMAB reader, Bottom!AFAB!Barbatos. 

[Raw-dog, creampie, nipple play, biting (giving, mostly), mild blood play, fluff/crack at the end, reader is a bit of a masochist]

"Can you bite me?"

The two of you were kissing. You’re in his lap grinding down, he’s pushing into you, hands are wandering, and then you stop it all to ask him…. This?

“Bite you?”

“Bite me. With your demon fangs.” Oh. Oh. That’s what this is about.

Three weeks ago, you’d become the third person to survive seeing Barbatos’s true demon form. He’d been nervous, worried you would fear him afterwards. That you would realize he’s a monster, a beast who has done and is capable of horrible things, and (rightfully) leave him. Despite his fears, it would hurt more to keep you in the dark; you deserved to know, even if it made you hate him.

The day came, he transformed, and you stilled. He winced when your eyes widened, expecting a verbal beating, or at least a disgusted expression, but instead you said, “Come closer.” in the most genuinely awed voice he’s ever heard.

You were so gentle with him. Taking his scaled face into your hands and turning it right, left, examining him. The pads of your thumbs grazing his lips, lifting them to better see his fangs. They were thicker in the gums, and narrowed to razor thin points midway to his chin. You had touched them, asked, “Are they- you -venomous?” And when he told you “no”…..

“So theoretically, if you were to use them to say, give me a hickey or something, I would survive?”

“I- yes, I suppose. They won’t kill unless I use them with killing intent but, Love, why are you asking this?”

You had simply hummed, a smile growing on your face he’d since learned to fear. He can’t help but feel he should’ve been clearer on the danger, because now here you were, asking to be bitten like you would take “no” for an answer in the first place.

He sucks in a breath, trying to focus past the sudden bout of shyness that’s colored his cheeks red. “I, I’m not sure Hon, you would be hurt-”

He doesn’t even realize you’ve grabbed him until he’s under you, with you already biting down hard enough to pierce skin.

Blood floods your mouth, but you don’t drink it, letting it spill across his skin, staining his shirt. His nails dig into your back, and you feel them turn to claws, the durability of your skin being tested as you suck on the wound, making him grasp you harder.

You pull back to kiss the skin only to find scales have surrounded the wound. Instinct had kicked in when you bit him, and he lay beneath you in a form somewhere between his true one and something more human.

You trail your fingers lightly over the scales of his arm, to his neck, and feel him shiver as you reach his face and cup it, looking cockily upon him. He, on the other hand, is shocked, shocked he managed to stop a full transformation, that you almost caused one, and that you still seemed to want him even when in this ugly form.

“I don’t care if it hurts…”

Your focus stays on his eyes, communicating just how serious you are in a single look. You kiss his wound, bloody lips leaving a kiss mark as you whisper, “I want you to bite me, Barbatos. Just Like. This.” into his skin.

His eyes roll back and he moans his curses, wondering why, how, you managed to be so sexy all the damn time.

Clothes hit the floor fast as need takes control. You fix yourself between his legs, throwing them over your shoulders and letting your cock lie leaking on his cunt.

You hum, and in the back of his mind Barbatos realizes he should start taking that as a bad omen. “Barbatos, how much do you want me?”

“So much, too much.” He’s staring at your dick, and it twitches under his gaze. Precum piles up at the tip and spills over; He watches the droplet with held breath, looking as if he would break then and there when it hit his stomach. On one quick breath he says, “Please put it in me.”

You chuckle, starting to hump him at a slow pace. You really shouldn’t tease him, but what does he expect when he’s this cute?

“Ah, I would, trust me I would but…” You sigh, “There’s no way you’re wet enough for that yet…”

“[Name!]” He wines, and without being asked he spreads himself, legs going wide as two fingers present his soaked hole to you. He’s positively overflowing, slick spilling out and down the fat of his ass cheeks while his hole clenches around nothing.

“Please.”

“….So polite…” You take to kissing his skin, adorning it with softer bite marks and bloody kisses. You lick a stripe over the blue-green scales surrounding his pussy; they’re warm to the touch. His wound has since healed over, along with the others you’ve left. Regenerative abilities in mind, you continue your journey around his body, significantly less resigned in your biting.

You try to put space between you, but quick as light his hands are on your arms, pulling you back as he whines out,

“Where are you going?” You smirk, plucking a clawed hand from your arm and kissing it. “Nowhere, Love.” You kiss his wrist and stay there, eyes closed as you whisper, “I just want to pleasure you.”

In the next few moments his back is pressed against your tits, and you’re using two fingers to spread him open, commenting on how wet he is for you. Your middle finger traces the rim of his hole, feeling it flex under your touch. He’s dripping, and your fingers are well coated in seconds. You spread his juices around his cunt, swirling a finger around his clit.

Your other hand massages his pec, pinching and pulling and rolling his hard nipple between your fingers. He’s moaning loud, begging you to be rougher. “I’ve only got so many hands Barbatos- Help me out some, would you?” It was an order- one he’ll happily obey.

“Fuck! Fuck me please, I need you.” His hands are much rougher, three fingers pumping fast in and out of his hole while he gropes his own breast, milking the nipple for pleasure the way he liked.

You purr out, “Your wish is my command,” and kiss the unmarked side of his neck.

Finally, blessedly even, you speed up. The sudden change from a teasing slowness to downright abusing his clit and nipple as his back arching, fucking himself down on his own fingers while also trying to press impossibly closer against yours. “Yes, yes! Just like that, thank you, thank you…!”

He’s about to cum, and you make a split-second decision- you stuff three more fingers into his cunt, and he moans loud in your ear, orgasm crashing into him like a tidal wave.

You groan at the sight of his post-orgasm face, dick twitching in anticipation. You’d gone long enough with no attention, and Barbatos still has a wish yet to be fulfilled.

You maneuver him into his back, and position yourself over him. You place a soft kiss against his lips- he can taste his blood on you.

“Do you still need me, Barbatos?”

His laugh is airy, and his tone conveys amusement as much as it conveys love, love in great amounts.

“I always need you, [Name].”

Then you’re sliding it in, and he’s throwing his head back in a deep moan. It’s a good thing you were watching his face; you get to see his big, dopey smile as it blooms across his face. He opens his eyes, catches you looking and giggles. It’s infectious, and soon you’re kissing and laughing and fucking, slow and lazy. You expected to end up pounding him in your need, but as you thrust into him, chuckling at his attempts to talk past his gasps, you can’t imagine doing it any other way.

“Love, come closer, ehehe~” How can you resist such a cute request? The answer: you can’t.

He holds your face in his hands, gentle and loving. He starts at your lips, kissing past the side of your mouth all the way down to the crook of your neck. He plants a firmer kiss there, and lingers longer. When he pulls away, he winks at you.

Then all at once his fangs are out, his demon fangs, and he sinks into the skin so smoothly it almost doesn’t hurt.

Almost.

You wonder if this is how masochists experience pain. There’s the hurting, of course, but it makes your blood rush and has your head dizzy with pleasure. You suck in a breath with his name on it in surprise, and your cock twitches once more as you slam into him and cum hard.

The orgasm leaves your whole body shaking, and in the background of your mind you can hear Barbatos’ asking if you’re okay. His hands are comforting, and you focus on them, managing to slowly come back down from your high.

You blink, and the world is clear again.

“[Name]? [Name]?! Please, talk to me Hon.”

You chuckle absentmindedly, still in shock from… Whatever the hell that was. “I’m back, haha… What the fuck did you to me Hon, and why didn’t you do it sooner dammit?” You laugh again, and he seriously considers pushing you off him.

“I didn’t anticipate such a strong effect. I apologize.”

“Have you never bit someone before?”

He blushes, looking to the side as he says, “Not with the intention of pleasuring them, no…”

Your head feels so clear. You laugh again; you don’t think you’ve ever felt this light, this happy and energetic after sex in your life. “Well, fuck. I’m glad to be your first Honeybunches.”

You pull out and flop down next to him, closing your eyes as you move to feel the bite mark- only, there isn’t one. The blood is though, still fresh and still dripping.

“When you froze up, I thought I’d seriously hurt you, and immediately mended the wound.” He explained. Classic Barbatos.

“Ah well, you can just make another one next round.” You open your eyes-

“Dammit Barbatos!” Upon hearing “next round”, a sudden bout of drowsiness came over Barbatos, apparently knocking him out instantly.

“HONK, mimimimimi…. HONK,”

“Are we fucking five?! At least actually try to pretend you’re sleep!” He laughs, immediately resuming his honks and mimimis. You roll your eyes, suppressing giggles right along side him.

“For a someone describable as ‘one hell of a butler’… You’re sure as shit one hell of a dumbass.” You cuddle into each other, a mess of laughter and love.

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

Tired

Sleepy. [Lazy sex, established relationship, bottom Barbatos, undescribed genitals]

“You feel so good, Hon..." Barbatos sighs in your ear before throwing head back, a soft smile on his face. Lazy sex at the end of a long day, the sun setting on some human world city neither of you cared to figure out the name of. You both just needed to be alone together.

Your head rests in the crook of his neck, eyelids feeling more and more weighted as your thrusts slow to a stop. He tightens around you, gently urging you to continue.

Planting a loving kiss on his shoulder, you lay down and close your eyes, mumbling out something along the lines of "So sleepy, Barbatos..."

His eyelids flutter open, heavy as your own, revealing tired emerald irises that gaze upon you lovingly. "Love, do you really think I can sleep like this?"

Chuckling some, "Yeah."

"Me too." Weak laughter from you both, your positioning making breath hard as your chests are thrown off their rythm. You roll over, staring at Barbatos, smiling at Barbatos, wanting to kiss Barbatos. His thoughts ditto yours, as is shown in the way you reach for each other at the same time. You could do this forever; kissing the love of your life while he rides you slow, a gorgeous sunset over a bustling city as your background. Barely a year ago, you never thought that one day you'd find yourself in a scene straight out of a movie, right from painting, with emotions as real as the skin you were bucking into.

"Darling, I'm close."

"Mhm."

The info doesn't make you go any faster; if anything, you both slow down, savouring the pleasure, wanting to stay forever suspended in this pre-orgasm haze.

"Dammit, I'm..."

You head tilts back and you grab his hips. Planting your and feet and arching off the bed, you thrust into him with the last of your energy. When he cums he tenses, then relaxes into you in such a way you feel as if somehow, you've managed to get even closer to him.

Sloppy thrusts through your orgasm, then finally, all is still.

The last of your conscious fades quick, the lull of your lover's warmth and steady deep breaths pulling you under in seconds.