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theunaveragepsychoticbitch · 1 year ago

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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

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theunaveragepsychoticbitch · 5 months ago

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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.

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theunaveragepsychoticbitch · 2 years ago

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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

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theunaveragepsychoticbitch · 22 days ago

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Drunker, But Still In Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I touch myself to you every night."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anything in the world, Barbatos."

"Will you kiss me?"

'Of course'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I wanted to apologize for-"

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

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

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

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

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

"Love you."

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

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

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

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theunaveragepsychoticbitch · 1 year ago

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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.

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theunaveragepsychoticbitch · 1 year ago

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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!

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theunaveragepsychoticbitch · 3 months ago

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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 · 5 months ago

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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.

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theunaveragepsychoticbitch · 2 years ago

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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.

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.

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

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. Your precious boy 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 so pathetic. "Of course not. That dick-whipped idiot may fawn 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 wracking 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 choked 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 of 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 slides off of the doll's spent cock, turning to join in on praising 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 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

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theunaveragepsychoticbitch · 2 years ago

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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.

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