#barbatos x reader
comparing them to cute animals pt 3
for @humans-are-weird-by-an-alien who requested a datables version!!
includes: simeon, solomon, barbatos, diavolo x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
rated t | m.list | pt 1 | pt 2
warnings: half-joking threat of violence, swearing, awful cat puns
a/n: hope you like it! it did tun unexpectedly serious and sincere for a moment there but i hope it flows well <3 my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or req!
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Halloween Costumes pt. 2
Solomon - Harry Potter Costumes
He knows it’s ridiculous, he an actual magician a fan of a fictional series, but he loves it so much!!
Obviously he’s a Ravenclaw. Happy to have joint house costumes, or opposing house match ups (anything but Gryffindor though).
Makes you your own, real wand for the costume
Enchants said wand with it’s on spell to cast a real Patronus of your choosing. Dedication to the craft is important.
Simeon - Arabian Nights
Selected for the completely selfish purpose of us not being blessed with arabiannights!Simeon in the Rub That Lamp event
He really does like it though. The colors and material are something he would never wear, so he likes the change.
Makes him want to dance. He’s extremely graceful.
Jokingly calls you his ‘Mata Hari’ the whole night
Barbatos - The Phantom & Christine
Always a fan of classic music, the tragic story has always struck a cord with him.
Plus who doesn’t love a cape and a mask
Would tailor both costumes himself to meet expectations. He won’t have you going out in anything but looking your best.
Can actually sing most of the songs, in their intended haunting beauty, to serenade you
Diavolo - The Prince/ess & the Pauper
Choosen by Diavolo. You’ll be the prince/princess, and he’ll be the pauper
Just loves the idea, and thinks it’s super funny, to run around in rags for a change
Really thinks he’s ‘fooling’ people with his costume (he’s a 6′7″ hulk, with red hair, and a very distinctive laugh. he’s fooling no one)
Lends you actual pieces from the royal jewelry to wear so you feel like a real prince/princess.
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𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 & 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 ft. dateables
includes: obey me! dateables x reader
content warning: 18+ content, humiliation, swearing, mentions of corruption and public sex.
💭: you requested it so, here's part two!!ㅡ hina
PART ONE HERE
"shh, pretty..." solomon grunted in your ear. "you're being too loud, someone will hear us. you wouldn't want that, would you?"
you choked back a moan when he thrusted into you again from behind, shaking your head at his question. your underwear was pushed to the side and you were leaning forward against the couch, barely able to hold yourself up from the pleasure coursing through your veins. it didn't help that he was radiating magical energy that made your skin buzz with life.
"good puppy.." solomon cooed, biting your earlob. "I bet you are enjoying being fucked where anyone could walk in at anytime, hm?"
before you could moan out a response, the door to the side of the common room opened and you gasped, trying to tell solomon to stop but he didn't notice the intruder, pressing your face into the couch.
this poor, poor angel
he has seen some things before, but he was not prepared to see his innocent dove having sexual intercourse with solomon in the common room
he instantly gasps, covering his eyes and turning away from the sinful act
he can't help the warmth that spreads through him and the tightening of his pants
he imagines what it would be like to have you underneath him instead
he quickly rushes out of the room, cheeks ablaze
he knows it's wrong and he prays to the celestial realm that he hasn't overstepped
he is disgusted with himself for thinking such dirty thoughts about you
but you just looked so pretty like that
he will rush to your room at night when he can't get any sleep; your moans plague his mind
he begs for your touch even though he knows it will corrupt his nature and make him a sinner
all he knows is that he needs you
when he sees you both, he finds it intriguing
two humans, one of them a powerful sorcerer, freely fucking in the common room where anyone, and any demon, could walk in
he chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest and he watches as you both scramble up to get into a less intimate position
you apologise bashfully and he shakes his head, amused "oh no, don't worry, it's okay."
the next day, you receive an invitation to go to diavolo's castle and once you arrive, you are met with the demon prince on his throne, mirroring the same smirk he had on yesterday
there was no one in the hall and once you stood before him, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you onto his lap, a shocked gasp escaping your lips
"I want to try having public sex with a human, would you help?" he whispered in your ear, nipping at your jaw and smirking against your skin "I couldn't stop thinking about wanting to try it out with you ever since yesterday; seeing you like that... wow, you naughty little thing"
I mean, how could you decline him? getting a chance to fuck a prince on his throne?
you knew you had to oblige
probably the only respectful one
just leaves the room and closes the door
as a butler of diavolo, he has walked into the prince having sex many times, so this wasn't an unusual sight to see
he probably won't mention it to you, but he knows you had noticed him that day and have been trying to avoid his presence since
when you go to help him cook, he blatently asks "do you like to feel humiliated?"
you blush, trying to deny his words but you just can't get the words out with him looking at you
he pushes you up against the kitchen counter and smiles, standing between your legs, brushing a gloved finger against your cheek
"don't lie to me, it's not very polite, mc. I know you saw me enter the room that day... did you like knowing that I saw you in such a humiliating position? was it your idea to be so exposed?"
I'm sorry diavolo, dinner was very late that night
taglist: @i9luc, @tallbrunettehoelovemilfs, @sia00612, @yuckyskies, @moonjellymermaid + @minkarexx
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Falling Asleep on Them Headcanons
(The "It's complicated" cast)
He had asked you to come over so that you could answer some questions about the human world.
Solomon was supposed to be there too, but he had a prior engagement with Asmodeus.
Unfortunately, the meeting was to take place not only after school, but also after the prince managed to finish all of his tasks for the day.
Barbatos wouldn't allow anything less.
So when you finally did go over to the castle, it was well into the night.
Diavolo was somehow as cheery as ever.
You tried your best to engage actively in the conversation.
But you were just so sleepy.
You were both sitting on a couch, side by side.
Diavolo was in the middle of asking another question when he felt you fall limp at his side.
He quickly realized you had fallen asleep.
Smiling to himself, thinking about how sweet you looked, he asked Barbatos for a blanket.
There both of you slept, cuddled up for the rest of the night.
You'd been having trouble sleeping recently.
So Barbatos offered to make you a special tea that could help you.
At first you politely declined.
The first time someone in the Devildom offered you tea was not exactly a happy memory.
But after another night of not sleeping you took him up on his offer.
He was very much delighted to help, and welcomed you with tea and pastries to go along with it.
His skills in the kitchen were nothing short of magical.
Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
With a serene happiness, Barbatos carried you to a guest bedroom and tucked you in.
He stayed with you throughout the night to make sure you would finally be able to rest well.
Never again would you let Solomon practice magic on you.
Well, until the next time he came back with his sweet pleading eyes.
To say you were upset at him would be an understatement.
This wasn't the first of his magic mishaps that had affected you.
And despite knowing that mistakes happen...
Did they really have to happen at 3 in the morning?
Who in their right mind practices magic at 3am?
To be fair, who in their right mind agrees to be a magic guinea pig at 3am?
So this is how you got here.
Quite literally stuck to the only other human in the Devildom.
He kept apologizing and saying he'd figure out a way to reverse the spell as soon as possible.
But you did not want to hear it.
You told him in no uncertain terms that he'd best get ready to be a pillow for the rest of the night, because until you got your much needed sleep, he would not be subjecting you to more magical experimentation.
You then promptly went to sleep.
It was rare to see Solomon flustered, so he was lucky you weren't looking at him.
Not that he was unhappy with this arrangement.
And not that he planned it all along.
Acting is fun.
You love acting.
You love school projects that involve acting.
You love Simeon.
You love writer Simeon.
You do not love director Simeon.
You know he's a good director, and his methods assure success but...
This is insane.
So you kept messing up your monologue.
Who's fault is it that the writer included a word you can't pronounce?
Like, "Floccinaucinihilipilification", really, Simeon?
But, maybe you shouldn't have complained to him about it.
The "smile" he gives whenever he's unhappy with something as a director...
Yeah, that'll be haunting your nightmares.
If you even got the CHANCE to have nightmares.
He wouldn't let you stop rehearsing until you got it right.
But you wanted to sleep!!
Still, maybe you shouldn't have rolled your eyes at him.
His scary smile was back with even more fury than before.
You needed to remedy this!
But all your sleepy mind could come up with was throwing your arms around Simeon in an impromptu hug.
At least it caught him off guard enough that he seemingly forgot he was about to lecture you.
The hug was only meant as a short distraction.
But he was so warm...
And you were so sleepy...
When Simeon noticed you had fallen asleep he sighed.
But he also smiled (an actual smile) warmly, a decided to let you rest.
You'd keep rehearsing once you woke up.
There was no way around it. =)
Babysitting Luke was usually fun.
(Do not say the word "babysitting" around him and you'll be fine.)
But the truth was that Simeon had asked you to keep an eye on him.
You didn't mind one bit.
Hanging out with Luke meant that you got to eat anything he baked.
And he baked a lot when you were around.
He was so cute, you wanted to pinch his cheeks sometimes.
Though you never did; that would have been a terrible idea.
But you couldn't help resting your head on his when you had both sat down to eat slices of butterscotch and cinnamon pie.
He was just so fluffy!
Like a puppy.
He wanted to complain but he bit his tongue.
He'll admit it.
He doesn't hate the older sibling affection he gets from you.
You both fell asleep at around the same time, your head on his and his on your shoulder.
Unfortunately for Luke, there would be photographic evidence of this moment.
You thought it was adorable, but he didn't share the sentiment.
Simeon had shown up late at night, with Mammon in tow.
Simeon took the opportunity to take pictures.
And thankfully this was only Luke or else Mammon might have flown off the handle.
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Mc: You have a nice ass.
Barbatos: What was that?
Mc: You have nice eyes…?
Barbatos: I liked the first one better.
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Love your HCs, can't wait for part 2. In the meantime I got an idea for another, I have an "eat me" t-shit and it just hit me that it's would be a bad idea to wear it in devildom, so, what if MC pulled up with a t-shirt like that one day?
Oh god dude that would be a scene 😭
The amount of times I accidentally wrote ‘shit’ instead of ‘shirt’ and had to correct myself is honestly kinda embarrassing
The Demons And Mc’s ‘Eat Me’ Shirt
He doesn’t even notice at first. He doesn’t usually pay attention to what people are wearing
Until he heard some of his brothers causing a commotion on the street so he had to go investigate
When he sees that shirt, he doesn’t even react outwardly. Just grabs your sleeve and drags you into a private area
Have you not noticed that you’re in a crowded Devildom city?? The place that’s kinda known for eating humans??? Wearing THAT?? You really have no self preservation instincts, now do you?
He actually gotta take a few breaths to calm down. Like this man is seething
Prepare yourself for a lot of whisper yelling and exaggerated hand gestures. He can’t exactly chew you out fully when there’s so many people nearby
He will try to just order you to go change. As if he’s the one with the power here
Might try to pull some bullshit like ‘if you don’t go change, I might have to take you up on that offer~’ if you argue
After that, just tell him to stay through the pact and walk away. Mans is gonna be internally screaming with rage for the next week and a half
The second he sees that, he’s ripPING off his jacket/shirt and SLAMMING it over your head
Human?? Are you stupider than he thought??? Do you want to die????
He kinda just goes off but seems to not be able to stop himself from stumbling over his words.
Mans was just a little shaken. I mean, he is a demon, after all. And you’re wearing that. He can’t help but wonder, did you do this on purpose to get a rise out of him?
If you say some shit like “aww, are you worried about me?” Or worse, “what? Do you want a bite?” He’s just gonna evaporate
Has to bring Asmo in, pointing frantically at you with the most flustered face
Quite honestly does not know what to do
Nothing prepared him for this?? And he doesn’t want to appear dumb and make a big deal out of nothing??? But it is a big deal??
He’s just kinda internally panicking, completely zoned out staring at your shirt
Which may be kinda of weird for you bc he’s just kinda 👁👁 straight at your chest
When you ask him what the hell he’s doing he just kinda… short circuits for a hot second
“You— y-you’re shirt.”
“What about my shirt?”
He kinda just awkwardly blurts out how it may be a bad idea to wear outside the house of lamentation, or even inside bc Beel and Asmo exist, but he’s not forcing you to do anything oh god don’t get the wrong idea—
After he’s done you just sigh in relief
“K good cause it kinda looked like you were staring at something else”
He simply 🕊passes away🕊
“Umm, MC? What are you wearing?”
Kinda tries to subtly point it out. he assumes you probably were used to the human world and didn’t process how dangerous something like that could be in the devildom
He’s probably the only calm one here tbh
Once he sees that look of realization on your face, he’ll just smile and offer his jacket. He gotta admit, seeing you wearing it in public was quite a good turn out for him
Though the questions you guys got bombarded with when you met up with his brothers were a bit annoying
Namely Mammon freaking out and screaming about how you should wear his jacket instead
Oh? Is that a serious offer?
He’s gonna slide right up to you and point it out, an all too innocent smile on his face
Like come on you can’t possibly expect him out of all people to not flirt like hell in a situation like this
The second anyone else sees what’s happening they’re going to absolutely lose it
“What the hell are you doing??! They need to take that off right now!”
“Oh, by all means, take it off MC!”
Might actually ask to borrow that shirt because hey, that might get a reaction next time he goes out!
He’s the demon you may have to worry abt the most. Like, his brain is going rn
“M- Mc? Why are you wearing that?”
He’s not usually the type to get wide-eyed and blushy around someone… but holy shit bro
He’s feelin a different type of hunger right now ‼️
Either get Bephie to calm him down, Lucifer to scold him, or run
He is not going to be able to look you in the eye for at least a week afterwards. He just keeps feeling ashamed of himself for reacting that way. It’s just a shirt, right? But the implications were a whole other ball game
Yawns, sees it out of the corner of his eye, and does a whole quadruple take
Boy’s wide awake now
You better?? Not be going out in that??? You’re going to die????
Tells you that you should probably go change if you’re planning to go out and is just appalled when you ask why
Why?? Have you forgotten where exactly you are???
“It’s dangerous, obviously! Aren’t you scared some demon’s gonna kill you?”
“What? Like you did?”
The dead silence in the room afterwards 😭🤚
Immediately assumes it’s a joke and just dies
Like, obviously you’re wearing that to get a reaction out of the others! You’re not gonna wear that outside unironcially right? RIGHT??
When you ask him what he’s laughing abt and act confused when he mentions your shirt, he immediately goes from 😂 to 😟
You are pulling his leg right?? You jest??? You are being jokester, correct??
If you laugh and play it off as a joke, he’ll simply believe you and be a little embarrassed that he fell for it
If you’re still confused, and it’s obvious that you’re serious, he might just have to get Barbatos in here. And Lucifer. Actually, get both the angels too. You’re gonna need a Devildom history lesson and he’s not going to be the one to lecture you
Ima need him to get animated right the hell now there are no gifs in sight 😔
He sees it and just nearly drops his tea
Mc that is highly inappropriate!! In the demon lords castle, no less!!! In front of his scones!!
That’s what he should say as a responsible man. Instead, he’s more just kinda surprised and very amused
Kinda chuckles to himself but doesn’t bring it up with you. Although, he does make a point to escort you back to the House Of Lamentation. His presence is sure to make unsavoury strangers back off for a while
He doesn’t make a big deal out of it like some others. Besides, getting to pseudo-protect you on the street is a good feeling, even if you can handle yourself against a low ranking demon
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Can we have an Mc that has a pact with Diavolo and Barbatos , and commanding them to cum in public as well 👀👀
Oooh, my first poly! Oh I ship Diavolo and Barbatos so hard, I love this request thank you! (Please let me know if you wanted them separately!)
Ordering Diavolo + Barbatos to cum in public
You had gotten pulled into going to party with Diavolo, Barbatos of course would be there too, you looked forward to hanging out with both your boyfriends, you just wished it wasn’t a some huge party.
You had to get all dressed up and you didn’t care for the outfit Barbatos picked out for you, but he said it had to be formal. He chose Diavolo’s out fit too, though he did look good. Diavolo had you stay by his side with Barbatos for most of the night, you were sitting next to Diavolo, off to the side so you three had done space, and haveway through the night, you got bored, you started to fidget with the pact mark on your hands. You glanced at Diavolo, he looked back at you and smiled.
“Diavolo,” You say, smiling, getting his full attention. “Be a dear and cum for me.” You purred out. He tensed up, biting his lip to try to quiet his moans, subconsciously rutting his hips up. His wings drooped as he panted. “You are so lucky the music is loud or someone would have heard you.” You whispered into his ear. He shuddered at that and leaned against you.
You heard a growl and turned to lock eyes with Barbatos, who looked pissed. He leaned down to whisper to you. “(Y/n), I’m sure you’d much rather being doing something fun right now, but you can’t play these games with the prince of Devildom. You’re going to get him in trouble and-“
You cut him off with a kiss, pulling away ruffling his hair. “Aww, what’s wrong? Are you jealous? Fine, I’ll give you attention too.” His eyes widened when you glanced down and he tried to protest.
“Cum for me.” You ordered, hearing Diavolo chuckle behind you, Barbatos keened at an embarrassing volume, he hid his face in your shoulder, panting. You took a quick look around to make sure no one had heard that, you didn’t want to get caught, just have a little fun.
“Darling,” Diavolo piped up, pulling you into his lap and dragging Barbatos over as well. He was purring, you could feel it through his chest onto your back, it felt nice. “I want to see Barbatos cum again.”
Barbatos immediately barked at Diavolo, his face bright red as he glared at you the second you were about to speak. “D-don’t! Don’t you dare!” You pulled him into a kiss and wrapped your arms around him, he leaned against you, it seemed as though he might fall asleep on you.
He seemed to relax, and you gave him plenty of time to catch his breath before giving Diavolo a kiss. Diavolo gave you a smile and glanced over at Barbatos, glancing back at you. You nodded.
“Barbatos,” You purred out, seeing him glance up at you. “Cum again.” He whimpered, you had to hold back a laugh as he started grinding against you.
“Ok, that’s enough.” Diavolo chuckled out, pulling Barbatos closer and gave him a kiss. You smiled up at him.
“Actually, Diavolo. I want you to cum again.” He choked out a moan and thrusted against you. “There now we are good, it’s only fair I make you two cum the same amount, right?”
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Obey Me: MC is a nephalem 2
"Nephalem are humanity's forebears. The offspring of angel and demon."
Oh no, what? This wasn't supposed to happen! He needs a human!
He has a talk with you, and after realizing you're just as lost as him, and getting to know you a little better, he decided to keep you :).
Hold on, are you older than him??
He starts feeling somewhat safe with you, can't say why, though. It's just a very strange sense of stability that's radiating from you.
He opens up to you about his father and childhood. He also often talks to you about his dreams of the future, how he wants all realms to be happy together and his father to be proud.
He asks you about what angelicness feels like.
Diavolo's a little jealous of the fact that all three realms are somewhat combined within you. He wants to be like that too. He wants to see the world from more perspectives.
It's scary, actually. He seems to know more about you than you know yourself.
He always wears that knowing smile, and acts really calm around you. More calm than usual.
Barbatos seems to hold a deep respect for you and the things you've done in your life.
He talks to you like you've known each other for a long time. He often invites you to small tea "dates" with him to converse about the past and present.
Barbatos actually lets his guard down around you and will allow you to know some about his secrets, which may be older than you.
He's heard about your kind.
For a few centuries now, your species has been heavily talked down on in heaven, you're said to be worse than some demons!
So Simeon is very shocked to find out a nephalem is participating in the exchange program, especially if it wasn't initially planned.
But because this is an exchange program, he decides to set his prejudice aside and approach you.
At first, he meets you with much curiosity. He wants to know as much about your family, upcoming, life, etc as possible.
He'll compare it to himself and tries to connect the way you currently see the world to your species.
He finds it really interesting how a mix of the most contradicting beings lives and will ask you for your opinion on things a lot.
He'll enjoy listening to your philosophies late at night and won't hesitate to write about you someday! You're his favorite muse now.
Solomon definitely hunted down your species long ago to find out more about you.
There's a good chance you two know each other, and it'll be quite awkward if you still hold a grudge against him.
He'll just treat you like an old friend, but doesn't bother to ever address the first time you met.
The others will definitely notice the tension but are too scared to say something about it. Who knows what the crazy wizard did and how you'll react to it if it's brought up again.
Solomon will still enjoy teasing you a lot. He likes the mix of angel and demon in you and he loves seeing the sides in action when you're annoyed.
If you ever get on good terms with him again he'll love to talk to you about wizard stuff. I mean, he's powerful, you're powerful? It's a perfect match, he'll teach you some of his supreme magic, and then you two can take over the world :)
Read the brothers here
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“I Got All A’s! Can I Have Some Dick?” (Bros + Undateables)
Just something stupid and funny I thought about. You had a very tough semester in the Devildom and you got good grades! You want to celebrate and go to your favorite demon to ask for a special reward.
Obvious NSFW warning. No minors allowed!
No Luke. Luke is baby.
I have a personal headcanon that Simeon likes to be totally cozy when he writes. We’re talking big fluffy sweaters or a blanket cozy. I like to think he wears glasses when he writes, too.
He’s part of a special committee who’s notified about your grades/progress so he actually knows before you do
Proud boyfriend is proud
Purrs when he opens up the wax-pressed envelope and reviews your marks
Secretly plans a cute, fancy dinner date at Ristorante Six
Is thinking of being suave and breaking the news to you when you bounce into his study (he may or may not have poured a couple of glasses of your favorite age-appropriate beverage)
He’s got something witty prepped and is ready to toast you and maybe steal a few kisses but you come out of left field like a bullet with a simple “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Lucifer.exe is broken
That’s what you want as a reward? No dinner, no date?
Literally doesn’t know what to say for a few seconds. Totally freezes. Starts to stutter.
His brain kicks back in when you start playing with the folds of his collar and petting his chest and staring at him with those wanting eyes
Sets his glass down, fixes the cuff of his gloves, and hoists you up to plant you on the nearest surface. “I will make it worth every point, and you will say all the letters.” he purrs.
He’s just happy he passed.
Mammon actually does pretty well, he’s just a very...chaotically successful type. A lot of last minute turn-ins and such. Not top marks, but no dunce either.
Now that the semester’s over he’s checking his schedule to see when the next shoot is or if he has time to squeeze in a party. Maybe a trip somewhere. Something fun!
He’s feeling lucky! Lucky enough to win some money and make Goldie happy!
If he’s going anywhere, he needs a good luck charm though! He goes to hunt you down and his stomach just warms because you’re smiling and clearly in a good mood
It makes him purr in that cute, curious little way. Basically using the demon’s language to ask you why you’re in such a good mood (but you don’t know that. It’s basically a cute chirp).
You both shout your good news at the same time.
His invite to go tear it up was a bit long so it takes a minute for his brain to process what you said. You want...his dick?
Boy wants to blush SO BAD. HE’S SO RED!
Well now his thing seems stupid, doesn’t it? He wants to do your thing! Your thing sounds GREAT!
“OF COURSE you want to be with the GREAT Mammon!” he’s got his hands on his hips and his chest is puffed out big in that happy, silly way he has about him.
No, really, you do your thing. It’s a great thing.
It’s a good way to unwind from exams, right? He likes it!
If Levi didn’t get good grades, Lucifer would kill him.
Probably force him to go to school physically ALL THE TIME!
HIS SUBSCRIPTIONS WOULD BE AT RISK,OKAY?
He’s a solid B student (at least). No desire to be all A’s. Too much time away from other passions.
Because he’s well-behaved and leas likely to get on Lucifer’s nerves, he gets a little bit of bonus money for good grades.
Levi’s neck-deep in his charts and comparisons and muttering to himself about where to invest that money when you pop into his room
“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?!”
You get The Noise
How indecent! How naughty of you to ask! But yes, yes you can. Absolutely. 100%!
He’s really shy about it because it’s sudden and you asked him instead of him having a cool moment or anything, but it ends up being a giggle-filled romp that ends with a cuddle in his bathtub bed and you wrapped up in his tail
He totally suggests a round two with a sexy VR game or just making bets with ‘winner take all’
He’s a grade juggernaut with lots of self-discipline so Satan expects to get out what he gets in
The type to be smug because he knows he did well. He owes it to himself and he’s glad.
Likes to treat himself to an outing, be it a simple walk or a visit to a cafe or even a new book
Satan’s 100% ready to settle down with some books by the fireplace. At the end of the semester he typically makes a one or two-portion charcuterie board and picks at it while he reads
Thumb keeping his place, Satan’s in the middle of stacking a fancy little cracker with meat and cheese when you let yourself in
His eyes flick to you and he smiles, eating his little cracker
You pick at his tray with him (he’ll let you, of course). “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Chokes on cracker. It’s not a good time
Almost drowns himself/further chokes trying to wash it down with drink
Can’t help but laugh at your...bold request
When he sees he’s kind of sputtered all over himself, he slips out of his clothes and makes a few witty jokes as your ‘naked butler’
Naked butler happily provides his services
Later he makes you picked crushed cracker off the floor with him
The second Asmo knew he passed everything (like he always does. Just because he’s pretty doesn’t mean he’s stupid!), he booked himself a full day pampering experience
His inner circle of beauty specialist know his routine so they save his spots for him
Asmo sweet-talked them into including his favorite human and he’s DYING to tell you and DYING to make his brothers jealous
You skip into his room, so bright and lovely, and hold his hands in the cute excited way he likes. Makes his heart skip a beat every time like it’s young love.
“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Doesn’t expect it and has probably never been asked ‘Can I have some dick?’ in the thousands of years he’s been alive
Boy gives an airy laugh because he’s surprised and flattered. Of COURSE you want him (because who wouldn’t?) but he always gets a bit shy when it’s YOU asking
“Sounds amazing,” he’s already peppering you with kisses, “and I’m happy to provide but can we do it after our special spa day?”
You guys have a sweet, lazy round the day of the booking to ‘loosen up’ and ‘fully appreciate the services’ and he DEFINITELY worships you when all is said and done because ‘the epitome of beauty deserve the epitome of devotion’
Boy works hard and celebrates even harder. Usually with food
Because he’s always hungry and looking forward to eating, Beel likes to do his work ahead of time. The sooner he does it, the more time he has to eat!
He has to keep up good grades to stay on the sports teams, anyways
Solid B student, sometimes A’s. C’s and below aren’t a thing. He refuses.
Because he is also best boy and generally acts as Lucifer’s pseudo-enforcer, he also gets some bonus money.
The coach of his local sports team also pitches in because Beel is best boy and a TANK. He could literally carry the whole team
Beel’s all set to hit the town with his food money when find him and wrap your arms around him
He’s all excited and ready to tell you about the food money when you make his face catch fire. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Brain also stops. BEEL IS SO EMBARRASSED!
You’d rather have him than food? That’s pretty impressive! He’s honored!
But...what if you could have both? He’s totally down for both!
You celebrate your success by staying in (bed) and spoiling yourselves with food in-between rounds
Belphie is a ‘C’s get degrees’ kind of guy but C’s are his minimum. Tries for B’s and usually gets mid-to-low B’s.
With exams over he’s 100% down to sleep the day away and there’s NO REASON for ANYONE TO BUG HIM ABOUT IT!
Totally prepared to live in his finest pyjamas until school starts again. Might even treat himself to a new pillow or blanket!
If he hadn’t learned your scent by now, you wouldn’t have a face when you breach his blanket cocoon
Belphie just snorts and smiles at your little face and messy hair (the blankets give it static and mess it up)
You kiss his nose and wait to make sure he’s really awake before sharing the good news. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Laughs himself to the point of almost choking on one of his blankets
Throws himself out of the cocoon to breathe and wipe his tears away
But yes, yes you can. After he calms down, he pulls you onto his lap to straddle him.
It’s fun and lazy but a genuine celebration of the end of the semester
He’s the other part of the committee that saw your grades, so he knows
It’s a bit off his plate so he won’t have as many duties to attend to
Diavolo wasn’t sure when you’d come over, but Barbatos assured him you’d be over that day. He did his best to speed through his meetings and arrange his schedule to have a rest period
He asked Barbatos to prepare a small, modest lunch of finger foods and some complimentary tea
You may have thought Diavolo was making himself a plate when you walked in, but it was actually a plate for you
The prince of the Devildom almost dropped that plate when you said, “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Prince of Hell is super blushy and flustered and awkward and almost knocks his teacup off the table. Is suddenly scrambling to make sure he doesn’t know anything else off the table
Tries to compose himself but can’t help the boyish smile and laugh that escapes him
You’re just such a lovely, fascinating person! He’s so happy to have you. His life seems eternal but you make it so fresh and new! His heart just bursts with love and delight.
Is no longer worried about the food or pushing in your chair for you. Offers his lap instead. “I have an opening for that,” he assures, pulling you onto his lap.
Diavolo likes to think he’s thoughtful about taking you on the floor because Barbatos doesn’t have much to clean up.
If your stomach grumbles after you’re settled and sleepy, he pulls himself off your body long enough to grab a plate from the table and put it beside your head.
Demons have more stamina and it would be un-princely of him not to spoil you, so he feeds you until you’re too sleepy to eat.
It’s exhausting to be able to see multiple timelines and see into the future.
He never knows how far into the future he’s seeing, or if it’s in the timeline he’s currently in
All he knows is he heard you ask him for dick and almost dumped the wrong thing in the soup, okay?
Had to excuse himself and ask someone on the cooking team to take over for him while he “dealt with another matter” (laughed it out where no one could hear him)
I’m not sure if Barbatos is considered a student at RAD, but Diavolo must be too. We’ll say he is. Boy is a master of self-discipline and scheduling so he’s fine. Flawless, as a butler should be. It carries over into all things.
It’s a delicate balance sometimes, but he’s type A and used to being busy so it works itself out. He does well.
Barbatos simply looks forward to having less to do. Focusing on Diavolo can be a job all its own.
He was planning on making a few sweets for Luke and the others. Diavolo suggested a “pot luck” to celebrate. It’s something the humans came up with and he seems to like it. It turns into sweets for the pot luck
Probably makes you a special mini-dessert or a special portion of the dessert
If he’s in control of plate presentation, you might get a special sauce heart of chocolate heart
When Diavolo is generous enough to include him in the celebration (because he deserves it and you’re there, so it’d be cruel not to), Barbatos makes small talk and woos you subtly
You ask him to “show you where to take the dishes” to get him alone. He can feel it in his little demon bones. You’re about to do it.
You do it.
You’re basically vibrating with excitement because you probably planned this and think you’re very clever. Human enthusiasm is so darling and it makes his heart pitter-patter to think you were simply bursting to ask HIM this.
“But of course,” he helps you stack the plates and guides your hand to the silverware sorter because you’re looking at him instead of what you’re doing. You almost put a fork in the spoon section. “Covered in chocolate? Plain?”
He’s trying to one-up you. He loves seeing his human change colors and not know what to do.
You whisper “I prefer wet,” back in his ear and Barbatos wonders how he didn’t see THAT in any of his visions
You: 1, Barbatos: 0. Helpless. Defenseless. Horny.
“That will be ready shortly,” he’s already pulling you away, down the hall, to meet your request.
It wouldn’t serve him to do poorly in the Devildom. Basically wasted opportunity
He’s not a straight A student but he does well. Really pulls out the stops on major projects and things that are worth more points than others
Isn’t perfect at everything but makes up for it. Solid B’s, always really close to A’s. At least a couple low A’s.
Solomon doesn’t quite know how he wants to celebrate. He knows Asmo’s already pestering him to go shopping or clubbing
He’s considering it. He’d like to drink, honestly
You show up, light of his life, his favorite person, and he feels himself warm with joy
He revels in being the only other human in the Devildom. It makes your relationship that much more special, he thinks. It’s kind of stupid, but it’s something to coyly hold over the others whenever he sees fit. All in play, of course (not).
“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Pretends to think and looks anywhere but your face. If he looks at your face he’ll blush himself stupid and won’t be able to say anything smart.
He can’t lie. He’s already hard. He appreciates humor and wit and you’re all of it.
Very bold of you to come onto him like that, and he’s 100% for it.
“Can you take it?” Solomon wishes he said something smoother, that he wasn’t already slipping between your legs and grinding against you like the weak man he was. He doesn’t regret it though because the friction is good. Something you both need.
He whispers against your skin and gives you light, sloppy kisses with a hint of teeth.
He gives, and he’s generous. He wants to reward your efforts.
Simeon makes it a point of personal pride to do well in the Devildom
That’s the utmost symbol of peace and understanding, isn’t it? To embrace their culture and livelihood and do well? To do well means he’s understanding them and walking in their shoes. It’s only right
He works hard and does well. Doesn’t stress himself out with A’s since he’s keeping up his grades because it’s required. He’d rather reconnect with the brothers and try to help Luke enjoy the Devildom.
He’s happy to spend his free time taking Luke to places in the Devildom, trying to visit the House of Lamentation, and maybe working on some things for TSL since editors are clamoring for more
You stop by because he’s been fairly quiet, wrapped up in his favorite writing sweater with his little editing glasses on
Simeon smiles and greets you with his little ‘Hi, angel’ as he kisses your hand.
Boy almost breaks his favorite pen when you ask him for...for dick?
He’s not absolutely clueless but this boy has been in ‘holy angel’ mode for centuries. He struggles with texting and stickers and you expect him to know slang?!
So confused he takes his glasses off. Boy can’t comprehend
“You’re asking me to procure one? Like...the ones humans use from those stores? You want mine? Well, I certainly hope so because we’re--oh...”
He could write books of poetry about you, and though he doesn’t like to admit it, he’s had those thoughts
“Well,” he’s standing up from his chair and guides you so gently to his bed it’s like you’re floating on a cloud. He lays you down just as gently, fabrics whispering as he slips out of his sweater and it pools at his feet. “I wouldn’t be a very good angel if I ignored the wishes of my dear human, would I?”
Doesn’t really see the point of sex as a reward, but will never turn down a moment to show how cherished you are.
Hope you liked it :)
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What Barbatos and Diavolo do when you Cum
@love-lost-insecure-blog you can find Mammon on this post and anon, and Asmodeus is on this post!
Pairing: Barbatos x Female!Reader, Diavolo x Female!Reader
Barbatos had one gloved hand clamped over your lips, silencing any noise that threatened to escape and possibly alert anyone nearby of your predicament. After all, it would be rather unsightly and awkward should the Demon Lord catch his butler fucking the exchange student over his royal throne no less.
Not only that, but you had so graciously accepted the offer to help the butler prepare for the evening and earn a little extra cash. Now, here you were being fucked over the arm of Lord Diavolo's throne.
"Don't stop polishing on my account, little bunny," The butler teased, lips brushing seductively against your ear as he dipped his other hand into your cunt to rub your swollen clit, "Lord Diavolo has an appearance to make this afternoon. A throne anything less than spotless would be an utter embarrassment, don't you think?"
A muffled 'yes sir' fell from your lips as you lifted your shaking hands to finish the job.
"Come on pretty girl, you're not completely useless, right?" He sneered, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as you struggled to rub a dark spot off of the gold in front of you, "You want to cum like a good girl for me? You're going to cum all over my cock like the dirty little human you are, just make a bigger mess for me to clean up, right?"
You gasp and whimper against his hand, nodding tearfully as his fingers sped up causing you to struggle and writhe against his chest until you let go and the slick from your orgasm dribbled down your legs and stained the rouge carpet and the fine material of the butler's slacks.
Barbatos knew you couldn't help it, but that didn't mean you were exempt from punishment.
"Messy girl," He hissed, the slap of his hips against your ass only becoming louder and harsher, "You just made mess all over Diavolo's spotless carpet... I guess I'll have to punish you, won't I?"
Diavolo didn't know if it was the way your precious little boobies bounced or the way your little hands would try to push back against his thighs or how after you came around him you would go nearly boneless in his arms and cry about how sensitive you were.
Maybe it was just the little cries you made while speared on his length that had gotten him addicted, maybe it was the fucked out look he'd catch in the mirror after one too many orgasms, he wasn't sure.
All the Demon Lord knew was that the moment your abused cunt forced his dick out and squirted all over the bed, he was more hooked than he'd ever been before.
He wanted to hear your breath hitch, feel you squirming away from him as he kept rubbing and spanking your weeping hole.
You twitched as he reinserted himself, but at this point you were too fucked out to do anything about it. You could only whine and beg him to slow down, tears welling in your eyes from sensitivity.
"Look at you, my beautiful cock-hungry little girl." He grasped your face and forced you to look at yourself in the mirror. The way your cunt drooled onto the bed as he thrust slowly against your cervix, the pink tissue of your pussy stretched terribly far to accommodate his girth.
"You're so pretty..." Diavolo leans down to nibble on your shoulder, "I'm so lucky to have such a sweet baby girl aren't I? I think you deserve a little reward..."
One big tanned hand slid down your stuffed abdomen and began to play with your folds. You squealed and grabbed his hand, pushing it away from you with whatever remained of your strength but to no avail.
"Darling, don't do that, don't push me away. I know you want more and I only want to give it to you, understand? I love you so much, my precious dove so let me make you feel so so good."
Lucifer and Beel
Mammon, Simeon, and Solomon
Leviathan, Satan, and Asmodeus
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Ok so I've seen this Replaced MC AU going around, and I wanna indulge myself in some Barbatos stuff so here's me killing two birds with one stone.
Enjoy the blurb, it is angst so like, tread with care.
You had enough, you felt like shit. Emotionally, physically, spiritually, you were every single kind of tired. Most of all you were tired of the disrespect. Besides Beel and Belphie, you were constantly being reminded but the five eldest demons about how garbage you are compared to the new exchange student Mina.
She was so much smarter, cuter, just everything you thought you were. Guess not though.
The only thing that kept you going was the twins, holding you close as you cried from another argument with Lucifer. After he had given you an overload to study without help because he just HAD to help Mina, and then blew up at you when you failed the test. Asking why you couldn't be like Mina.
That's all you heard anymore, why can't you be like her. You thought being yourself was enough for them, guess not though.
The last straw was the day you did pass a test. With flying colors too! You went to show the brothers, and when you did all you got was “If you knew the subject so well then why didn't you help Mina? She got a 99%, you should be helping her.”
...that was the straw that broke the camel's back, nothing you did was good enough. You were sure you could up and leave and no one would notice...So you did.
Beel and Belphie reluctantly helped you that night, silently helping you pack and giving you the tightest hug imaginable before you left.
“Be sure to text us when you get there okay?”
“Are you sure you don't want us to come with you?”
You shook your head, you told the boys to stay just in case something happens. Even though you hated the brothers at the moment, they were still your friends, and if shit hit the fan you trusted the two of them would do something. With that you left, making your way to Prince Diavolo’s castle. When you got there, Barbatos was the one to open the door, as you'd expect from a butler.
“Ah MC what a lovely surprise, if you've come to see the prince I'm afraid he's sleeping.”
“Oh,” right, it was the middle of the night of course he's sleeping. You were about to leave when the time butler stopped you.
“Hold on, don't leave. If you've come this far without assistance then I'm assuming the worse has happened.” You look up at him shocked, before looking down at your feet, he must know why you're here probably. He has a hunch, but your demeanor confirms it.
“Oh, Mc...” his voice comes out softly, sympathetically. He wraps his arm around you and ushers you inside, once you're in the warmth of the palace, you break down into tears. Like a barrier you didn't even know was there busted open, and through your sobs, you explain to a patient Barbatos what's been going on. As you continued on, his face became more stern, unreadable.
“I-I thought that I was enough, they always assured me I was, maybe they just found something better...?”
“MC, no.” He blurts out, clasping your hands in his own. “You are nothing but perfection. I've met the student, and while she seems charming I'm sure she’ll bring about nothing but pain for the brothers...”
“You can see that?”
“In a way...yes, I can see many endings, and each one with her doesn't end well. Give it two months, she’ll be kicked out by then.”
You sniffle, laughing quietly at the thought of the brothers getting the hell they deserve. You feel Barbatos reach out a gloved hand to dry your eyes and you lean into his touch, thanking him for his kindness.
“No need to thank me, if I'm being honest MC, I hold you very fondly in my heart. I won't for a minute allow you to feel anything less than remarkable. You're absolutely brilliant, and if the brothers can't see that then they don't deserve you.”
When he's finished speaking, you realize just how close his face is to yours. Maybe it was the hurt, maybe it was the way his pillowy soft lips looked, or maybe it was because for the first time in a while, you felt cherished...not in the same way the brothers made you feel, this was a different kind of desire that made your body feel light and your head at ease. You felt safer than ever with the prince’s butler staring at you like a radiant deity. Your heart, after feeling so broken and rigid, felt warm and fuzzy.
“How about you stay with me in my quarters, and tomorrow morning we can discuss with the prince what we should do.”
“Stay with you in your room?... Where would I sleep?”
“Beside me of course...unless you'd like to stay in the guest room, then I can prepare it for-”
“No, I would like to stay with you Barbatos..”
You gasp as he reaches up to kiss your knuckles, staring deep into your eyes.
“I can't promise I'll be able to rest however, my head is going a mile a minute.”
“No worries MC...I can help ease your pretty head. After all, humans need sleep just as much as demons.”
“And you know a way to tire me out~?”
Barb chuckles, leaning in close until his breath is fanning across your lips, nearly touching.
“I have many, many, ways my little bunny~”
It's safe to say you slept very soundly that night. Walking the next morning? A challenge.
A month has passed now, and you couldn't be happier. Living in the palace you found was much easier in many ways. When you weren't helping with chores and errands with Barb, you were in Diavolo’s office studying. Despite seeming like a total himbo, Dia was quite the scholar and helped you study. He was much smarter than you guessed, but he is a prince for a reason. You text Beel and Belphie every day, making sure they're okay. The other brothers, however...well you haven't seen them since you left, and you weren't exactly itching to hear from them either. You liked life in the palace, especially your life with Barb. He was so patient and doting, letting you rant about anything you could think of. Sometimes he'd offer advice, but most of the time he would just listen intentively aware that right now you just needed someone to listen. He was happy that he gets to be that someone.
One day you're both out grocery shopping for dinner when you see a few familiar faces. A tired-looking Asmodeus, an even more exhausted Mammon carrying a variety of bags, and Mina, who stood there looking through her phone. A part of you felt bad for the boys, another part thought this was the best part of your week.
You're about to turn heel and walk off when Mammon notices you. He drops everything he was holding and runs over.
“MC!!! Is that...that really you?!”
“Wow, you remember my name? Thought you would've forgotten seeing how far your head is up Mina’s ass.” okay, was that a nice thing to say? No. But Mammon was supposed to protect you, be your first, and all it took for him to drop you was some other human batting their lashes at him. The way you could see the heartbreak in his eyes shouldn't have been satisfying, but in a twisted way, it was euphoric.
“M-MC?” Asmodeus runs over, just in time for Barbatos to come out of Madame Screams, holding a small decorative box. It didn't take long for both brothers to realize what was going on, especially when the butler wraps his arm around your waist protectively while holding the box with his other hand.
“Ah, the second and fifth born, it's nice to see you both. You'll have to excuse us though, we have to get going so we can prepare dinner.”
“Wait!” just as the two of you are leaving Mammon speaks up.
“Can I speak to MC real quick?”
You frown, but despite the fact, you asked the others for privacy, which they begrudgingly agreed. You then find yourself standing in front of your first crush, first pact, your first man. He seems on the verge of tears as he spoke.
“MC...you have to come back, it's been nothin but torture since you've left. Mina treats everyone like slaves, she even manipulates Luci into doing whatever she wants! Like he's under her spell or somethin’...”
“And you weren't? You took my birthday money so you could buy her shoes and you wanna suddenly pretend like -”
Before you could finish he shoves something into your hands. You look down at the thing and realize it's the exact amount of money he took, if not more.
“I can't begin to make up for betraying you MC, but I'll keep trying until the day I die!”
“What if you can't? What if the damage is irreversible?”
“Then I just won't stop tryin’. I know...you probably have it better now, Barb probably treats you like you deserve...and you deserve that. I'm not askin’ for you to come back or even forgive us, but-”
“Maaaaammoooooon! Hurry up! I wanna get this new face mask and my bags are getting dirty!” you both turn to the shrill voice that is Mina, rolling your eyes you look back at Mammon.
“I give her another month until someone feeds her to Cerberus.”
“Hah! More like a week if I have to carry another bag...”
“I’m sure you'll be fine, you've always been stronger than you think Mams.”
The exchange is short but nice, not what you were expecting. As you two parted ways and you went back to Barb, he couldn't help but point it out either.
“It seems like they're coming around, yes?”
“Seems like it, I thought they'd be under her spell forever, I guess not though.” You smile, taking his waiting hand in your own, thinking for the first time in a while about stopping by the house and checking up on the brothers.
Okay maybe this wasn't a blurb, but EH-
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The Dateable's Making You Flustered
Request: Flustered scenarios with the dateables
A/N: Sorry for the bit of delay!! I really need to work faster with these (1k each)
It’s been such a long time ever since the butler has felt some sort of attraction towards somebody. It surprises even himself and he’s able to see into the future. Yet, when he was given- or rather forced- into a day off, the first place where his mind had wandered had been to you. It was you that he thought of first. He didn’t have a clue on what he wanted to do, but when he was told that he had the day off- no exceptions- his mind had automatically gone to spending time with you. Barbatos wonders what changed that made you so important to him- he wonders when it happened, how it snuck past him and caught him by surprise.
He invited you on his day off, had sent you a quick message asking you’d like to accompany him around Devildom to pick up a few things for himself rather than the usual outing to the market. You had graciously agreed and now he stands beside you, his hand on a book and you peering to see what’s written on it.
“What’s the book about?” You ask, haven given up on trying to figure out what it was that had gotten his attention.
A few demons reach around and pull a book away from the shelf, talking excitedly to one another and he moves to stand closer to you. He smiles at you and holds the book close to him, already deciding to purchase it. “It’s an old tale from Devildom, similar to your Hansel and Gretal but this one is a bit more heavy.” You give out a hum, pleased at his answer and nod your head. “If you’d like, I could lend it to you once I’m done.”
“Oh!” You gasp, grabbing at the same book and holding towards you. “I’ll just take one with me,” you offer and he can’t help but feel a little disappointed that you didn’t want to take his. “This way, we can read at the same time and then discuss. If it’s supposed to be similar to Hansel and Gretal, I’m sure that I’ll enjoy it. Plus-” you look up at him, your smile kittenish the book pulled to your chest- “it can be like our secret book club. I’ve been needing an excuse to go to the castle and visit, so this will be perfect,” you say excitedly, see-sawing between the tips of your shoes and back to your soles.
“You don’t need an excuse to visit the castle.” He hooks his arm with yours, slowly pushing you away from where a growing crowd of demons appear. “You know you’re always welcomed. The Young Lord would never dare to shut the door in your face.” He stops near the corner end of the store, his eyes attracted to a few trinkets where he reaches for.
The book is lowered and you shift your stare to where you both once stood. “And you?” His attention is grabbed immediately and he looks at you with a confused stare. You meet his eyes for a moment before you pull away. “Would you mind if I came over?” You clear your throat and look down, your bottom lip pinched between your teeth. “I wouldn’t want to…” you trail off, clearly unable to find the proper words. “I wouldn't want to distract you or make your work any more difficult than it already is.”
He can feel the back of his neck grow hot. He can’t be mistaken by what your words mean. You want to know what he thinks of you, if you’re welcomed in his eyes. His shoulders lower and he smiles at you, his hand reaching out to take your book from your hands. When you look up at him, he has his gaze kept on the title of the book, following the rise and fall of each letters.
“You’re always welcomed.” He takes in a small breath and fixes his gaze back to you. “You could never be a distraction for me. If you wish to have a secret book club with me, then I am more than honored to be your guest.” He clears his throat and looks away from you, his smile slowly growing but wavering as he lets out a shaky breath. “You make work easier. I enjoy my job, but I must say that when you’re around, the only thing I can think of is finishing in order to spend more time with you. Being around you is… nice.” He returns his stare back to you. “I’ve been around for a very long time, but when you’re around me, well, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so young. I’m not sure what it is about you-” he raises a hand and holds your cheek- “but I find myself happy whenever I’m with you. So please, never think that you are a bother towards me. You’re always free to visit- whether it be for our secret book club-” he returns the book to you, smiling when your fingertips brush against his- “or just because, I’ll always make time for you.”
It might be cruel of him, but he can’t help but smile and let out a quiet chuckle when you press your face against the book. “Barbatos,” you say in a hushed whisper. He only hums in response, glad that his words had such an effect on you. You look up at him with a faux pout and furrow of your brows while he stands there with a wide grin. Your eyes turn away from him and you finally let a smile appear. “Thanks for the reassurance,” you mutter.
“Of course. Nothing that I said was a lie, so it was quite easy to let the words out, you know,” he teases, grabbing the book from you before you have another chance to hide yourself. “Now, is there anything else you’d like to see in the store, or do you wish to go somewhere else?”
“I uh-” still flustered, you rub your cheek where his hand once was- “can we check out the manga section?”
He hooks his arm through yours, his body close enough to where he can smell the sweet scent of your perfume. “Lead the way,” he says, following your footsteps through the store. He isn’t sure when his feelings towards you had changed, he doesn’t even recall the giddiness of when it all started, but he doesn’t mind it. It’s a nice change of pace. You’re something unpredictable and reckless, and something soft and fragile, and he welcomes having you so close to him, to where he could lean over and press his lips against the crown of your head and keep you protected under his touch. Barbatos welcomes the change that you brought and while the change wasn’t originally for him, he enjoys that it is for him now, that you’re the one that gets to be close to him and that gets to have the pleasure of having you wanting to visit him.
Who could have ever thought that he, an angel, would fall in love with a human? The very thing that an angel had created a war for, the very thing that caused him to lose those close to him, and the very thing that had shown just how different he was from someone he had considered a brother, he now commits the same unholy act. He must be a hypocrite. He is a hypocrite. The very thing he turned a blind eye to and here he is, so undoubtedly in love with a human that he fears his wings will be ripped from him, his blood staining his clothes and his halo broken beyond repair. Terror makes his blood run cold and yet, he cannot look away from you. Simeon keeps his gaze upon you with a mixture of hesitation and melancholy and you just smile back at him, the phone in your hand shared between the two of you as you watch a parody of a teen romance on an application.
“It’s amazing how much people have grown to like this er, show?” He asks, still unsure of what to call it. “It’s considered a show, right?”
Your shoulders raise in a shrug and you give him a small, tight lipped smile. “I guess. I think most people refer to it as a series.” The phone is lowered and it returns to your lap. “It isn’t wrong to call it a show, but since they’re short little bursts of episodes, I think people find it easier to call it a series, but it can go any way.” You move away from him, scooting until your thigh is at an angle and your knee is pushed against his. “Anyways, to answer your question, yes people do like it. I think since it’s like a parody but also suspenseful with the cliffhangers, it keeps people entertained.” He nods his head slowly, and he tries to ignore the rush of cold that is now at his empty side. “Did you like it?”
His eyes slightly widen, and his lips pull into a thin smile. “I- Well, considering the fact that it’s written and done by one person- I- It certainly is different than the things I usually consume, but-” He struggles to find a way to finish his thought without offending you in any sort of way and ends with a stiff nod of his head.
It’s a tense moment that doesn’t last long enough to linger on when you suddenly laugh. Your laugh is loud as it effectively gets him to snap his mouth shut. Your hands are waved in front of you and your knee leaves his as you curl onto the couch. “You don’t have to force yourself to like it, Simeon, I only wanted to show it to you, because you asked what I was watching.”
He appreciates you giving him an easy out, and he releases a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding. It’s a slow release and suddenly he can breathe again. “Well thank you for sharing it with me. I appreciate that from you.” Silence lingers and it isn’t like before where it’s tense, it’s lighter now, but it still feeds him an odd sense of air where he’s stuck between a breath, his eyes stuck on you.
Once more, your laughter fills the room and it’s short and sweet, a gift given to him for just the moment. “Of course, Simeon. I like spending time with you, and I especially like sharing my interests so I guess, thank you for allowing me to do that.” Your hand reaches towards his and he sees the slightest pause from you, the way your fingers twitch until you allow yourself to hold his hand and give it a gentle squeeze.
Warmth returns to him, something akin to a summer’s day in the Celestial Realm, and even though all air has left him once again, he is breathless in a way that matters, weightless and joy illuminating him. When he meets your eyes, he cannot look away and he cannot help but return your smile. The clock ticks onwards and he’s left with a heavy heart. He’s read about the perfect moment, thought about writing something so trivial and false, and yet, the perfect moment sits before him with their hand in his.
“I have to be honest with you,” he murmurs and his eyes feel hot, a lump forms in his throat that makes his words sound tighter. “I- I don’t-” How could he ever phrase what he wants to tell you? How could he drop that sort of confession on you? You know the story, would you ever want him to actually confess to you, to repeat the past mistakes and know the horrid outcome? He frowns. His eyes are stuck on the floor, running along the edge of the carpet and he can feel your gaze on him, your eyes that are heavy with concern and ever the angel, Simeon spares you and gives you the easier answer. “I’m thankful to have met you,” your name is a sweet whisper on his lips, a taste of sweet peach that makes his heart full and heavy. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as wonderful as you. I see you and I think that I’ve found something even more pure than an angel.” With every word, his hand turns to slip into yours, his gloves thin enough to feel the small crevices and calluses on your hand. “Even if you are human and you’ve committed sin, I still think that you are the most pure of them all with your kindness and generosity.”
He isn’t sure what he had expected, but he hadn’t expected to have you plant your face against the soft back cushion of the couch, your face held there for moments. Your hand slips away from his and he’s left holding empty air. His hands fret over your body and when you pull away, your face is flushed, your hands covering the lower part of your face as you look at anywhere but him.
“Simeon,” you whine, closing your eyes tightly. “That’s really sweet.” Your voice is high-pitched and your eyes open once more, as your hands finally lower. “I think I might actually die, that was really nice and something that I don’t hear often.” You finally look at him and your smile is ever growing. “Especially from an angel,” you say with a half-hearted chuckle.
His smile is soft and to him, it dulls compared to your brilliance. As if you were a puzzle, he fits into your hand with ease and grace. “Well if you were to die, I would return you in any way that I could.
He’s human, ageless and immortal, but human. He’s lived and loved, lost and grieved, and he’s gone numb and distant to emotions. He didn’t mind it, he welcomed it. He hated losing and hated the people that he lost and the empty space that they left. He promised that he wouldn’t ever want to feel that sense of sadness ever again. Then you came into the picture. He’s been called shady and worse words than that, but you don’t call him that. You hold his hand and you welcome him into your arms. You go on and on about the human in him and how you love that he’s there with you. Solomon isn’t sure when it was that he broke his own promise, but when he looks at you, he’s willing to love again and again.
The kitchen is a mess and powder covers the counters. His hands knead the dough and the smell of garlic and onion sizzled with oil is heaven in the air. You measure the ingredients and whisk at the eggs. It’s domestic and it’s something that leaves a storm of butterflies in his stomach. He could watch you forever, in the kitchen, with an apron tied around your waist, flour in your hands and the tip of your tongue peaking past your lips as you concentrate on rereading the cookbook. It’s domestic and it’s something he had long forgotten that he wanted.
“I have the ingredients memorized, I could simply tell you what to add,” he muses, returning to forming the bread into its shape.
“Knowing you, you’ll add something in there,” you quip, your smile now directed at him, with your tongue still pinched out. “Plus, it’s just reading. I can read,” you say with a defensive tone. “Just start dressing the bread with garlic and then we can get on with breading the chicken.” You jerk your head to where the chicken rests on the cutting board, the flour beside it.
“Okay,” he sings under his breath, returning his attention to the dough before him. The room is filled with a song from the Human Realm, a classic that has him feeling warmth in a kitchen that is not his, but with a person that is. It makes him long for another time, but when he catches you in the corner of his eye, he’s glad where he is. “I like your song choice,” he says, instantly biting the inside of his cheek once the words had left his mouth. It’s been so long since he’s ever tried to have an actual connection with someone, and he’s sure he wasn’t ever this awful at it.
“Yeah?” You step close to him, holding your hand out. “Care for a dance then?” Your smile is crooked and eyes gleaming with excitement as the song is replayed with a touch of your hand.
He’s frozen for a second, stuck in time, and rooted into place, his hand moving through thick amber as he lets his hand rest in your palm. The room is spun, colors mixing with each other and slowly blurring until he stands still, pushing you away and pulling you close, laughing and letting his hand rest against your side, his hand feeling the soft curve against your ribs. Your hands are powdered and his smell like bread, and your laugh is young and youthful. He can’t help but follow, letting his smile break out and hand slipping out of yours, to encase you in a hug where he traps you into a swaying motion.
The song fades and he’s forced to pull away, to step away from you and there’s hesitation is his steps and movements. His hands linger for a second too long, his eyes still stuck on you and his smile much softer than it was before. It’s a few seconds of silence where you take in deep, heavy breaths, and sway lightly to the song that approaches.
Your name is said and it’s sweet like honeysuckle and addicting like a drug. It’s a night where he invited you over, and now you two are busy making dinner in the kitchen and you’ve given him instructions and kept a close eye on what he does. Your perk your head and nod, allowing for him to continue. “Thank you for coming over,” he says with a tight smile on his lips.
“Anytime, Sol,” you respond, coming beside him once more. You bump your arm into his, leaning to look at the garlic mixture in a bowl. “You know I like spending time with you, so anytime you need a cooking partner, you can always call.”
He doesn’t say anything, only nodding and trying to keep the butterflies in his stomach at bay while his heart beats frantically against his chest. You move away from him, returning to where the powder rests in a bowl and he’s left without, and while the distance is short, it’s something that is unwelcomed. He’s left with dough in his hands and you’re away from him, and loneliness settles.
“Can I call you whenever?” He asks, an easy smile on his lips, but there’s a plea in his words. He’s never been the needy type, but he needs you.
“Of course, you can,” you respond and you’re as kind as ever. You turn away and close the bag of flour, pushing it aside to clear the space at the table.
Like a drug that leaves his mouth dry and heart racing, feeling as if he’s about to die, he calls your name. You’re so close to him and yet, you aren’t close enough. He needs you. He needs you beside him. And he takes the first step, standing in front of you with a red kissed face as stares at the cabinets against the wall. You call his name and your hand is tender against his neck, leaving a white stain that snows onto his shirt.
“I just wanted to thank you. I know how busy you can get and I just-” he can feel the telltale sign of tears and he wonders when he’s gotten so emotional- “I like spending time with you. I like your music choices and I like it when you cook with me- even if it’s just you giving me instructions- but I like it.” His tongue touches against his lips and he looks at you, fiddling with the end of his shirt. “I think you’re great and I just need you to know that if you ever need anything, I’ll be more than happy to help. I would do whatever it would take to make you happy because you have a really nice smile and I don’t think you should lose that.” His heart echoes and his smile is gentle and nervous. “Thank you for being with me.”
You stare at him and he wonders if he had overstepped only to gasp when you bury yourself against his chest, patting at his shoulder and pulling away with a hand covering the lower half of your face. “Solomon,” his name leaving your lips sends a jolt of electricity through him, “I’m glad. Thank you,” you whisper. Your hand reaches to pull his away from his shirt and you hold it in yours. “I like being with you too. Us humans have to stick together, right?” You say softly, letting your fingers run over his scarred knuckles.
He nods silently and leans over, his lips pressed against your forehead. “Yeah, us humans have to stick together,” he whispers against you, smiling when he feels your own lips against his knuckles. He’s with you, at this very moment, he stands in a kitchen with music playing, holding you close to him, and for a moment, he can pretend that this won’t ever end, that he won’t ever have to move away from you and risk losing you.
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Heat & Honey
Breeding kink drabble request for anon💕
genre: smut ft. Barbatos x gn!reader (happy belated birthday bb)
warnings: minors dni
word count: 1055
Barbatos had made all of the necessary preparations for this week, his heat week, even being excused from his duties per Lord Diavolo. In times past, the butler would simply spend the week isolated in his bedroom at the castle, and be back as if nothing had happened. A small hiccup in an otherwise normal schedule.
This time however, the demons mind began wandering down dangerous, though tantalizing, roads. All roads lead to you it seemed. He had ordered you away, citing the fact that a human couldn't possibly be prepared for how grueling a demons heat is. Now, he didn't want to say he regretted that decision, it really was best for you to stay at the House of Lamentation away from him, but his body was getting the best of him.
By the third day it was too much, and Barbatos's resolve cracked. He called for you, and without even exchanging words the moment you picked up all you said was "I'll be there in ten minutes". It made him smile in relief, you already knew what he needed.
Cautiously you cracked his door open, calling his name with concern. How sweet you were, worrying over him. It brought a smile to his face.
Before you could call for him again, and as you clicked his door shut, a wet, thick appendage yanked you to the bed.
You were easily pinned beneath him, and your words of indignation died in your throat once your eyes met.
His gorgeous teal eyes were hungry, positively starved. You'd never seen such a look in them before, even when you had previously slept together. A furious blush rose on your cheeks as you realized his tail was winding lazily around you, exploring and sweeping over your skin.
Without a word, he kept you in place with it, tracing your lips with a finger before gently pushing the tip of his index between your lips.
Reflexively you bit down on the sliver of fabric from his gloved finger, and he smoothly pulled his hand out. You watched him remove the other, eyes glistening in anticipation, glove still caught between your teeth.
With a snap of his fingers your clothes were gone, leaving you shivering against the atmosphere and the feeling of both his tail and his nimble fingers against your bare skin.
At your expression, Barbatos let's out a lowly laugh. It leaves you breathless, how his tail winds up your thigh, eyes nearly rolling back when it makes contact with the apex of your legs.
Caressing your face he silenced your gasps with a kiss as his tail entered you, slowly twisting and winding inside of you, stretching you deliciously.
You didn't know when he removed his clothes but now you're pressed chest to chest, crying into his mouth as his forked tail twists and untwists inside you at an increasing pace.
This wasn't the regal butler you knew fondly, no the demon toying with you now was something else entirely. His lips moved to your collarbone, swiping his tongue across it before leaving searing kisses against it. He enjoyed the desperate mewls falling from your lips, the bite of your nails into his skin as you gripped any part of him you could reach.
As your eyes glazed over, and your moans reached a higher pitch, Barbatos was quick to pull his tail from you. At this denial a keening whine leaves your lips, which he chuckled darkly against.
Before you could complain you were quickly filled to the brim with his cock. A sharp cry leaves your mouth at the new intrusion, and he turned you on your side.
Now taking a hand to hook it under your knee he pulled it upward, leaving you spread for him. As he began an unforgiving pace, leaving you breathless and body doing all it could to just bounce along with the rhythm, his tail returned to tease you as well, causing broken moans of his name to bounce across the walls.
The feeling of your plush walls pushing and pulling with him was driving him mad, giving rise to a voice on the back of his mind. Screaming that this was the perfect time, he needed to fill you, breed you, make you more his than you could ever be anyone else's.
As you mewled and cried helplessly, his pace became even faster. You knew you'd have bruises between your thighs in the morning. At your cries of his name Barbatos let out a low snarl, releasing your leg to turn you fully on your stomach before yanking you back by your hips.
He could feel as you became tighter and tighter around him, it was nearly painful, and rather than let you bury your face into the mattress to scream out he used your hair as leverage to pull you up.
His other hand came around to press against your abdomen, mind already swimming with heat induced visions of you full and spilling with his seed.
His tail replaced his arm to keep you supported, and his hand dipped low to tease you, sending you flying off the cliff. You gripped his forearms as you cried out, eyes rolling back, drooling as he never let up his pace as you rode out your orgasm.
Somehow you became even tighter, a vice grip demanding he spill his seed inside of you, which he was happy to oblige. Pushing you back face down into the mattress, his thrusts became erratic and sloppy before he slowed. Groaning your name as he filled you, and you moaned against the fabric. It was so much, you could already tell he had practically overflowed you.
Panting, you hiss as he slides out of you and turned you on your back.
Brushing the hair from your face he caressed your bottom lip with his thumb.
You were so beautiful, even moreso like this all fucked out beneath him. His eyes flit down, fascinated by the way his seed dripped out of you. But as he watched, that voice became louder again. With a wicked smile he slid his cock against you, causing you to squirm. Your body already felt abused, but you had to admit the demon between your legs was enticing and the thought of continuing made you nearly drool again.
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HIIIIII I SEE YOUR PINNED POST AND IT SAID REQS ARE OPEN but if it isnt feel free to ignore !!
can i get some headcanons/reactions for the om brothers (with the dateables if you write for them !!) calm chaotic/feral mc ?
they would provoke people to argue and fight (them or eachother) by asknig funky questions like 「is soup a drink ? is hotdog a sandwich ? are pizzas an open-faced sandwich ?」
they also like to gently bully and tease people alot, they call everyone "nerd, losers, clown, fool" (its their version of petnames bc they)
their insults are very creative too, their favorite ones being "expired coupons, spam email, google classroom notification"
SORRY IM PROJECTING HERE AJDJDKFK
please dont feel pressured to do this request,,you dont have to do it if you dont feel like it and all. if you Do do it, they/them or he/him mc pls :D
chaotic/feral mc texts
includes: the bothers + dateables x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
rated g | m.list
a/n: hello! yes, reqs are open!! thi is such a cute prompt an i hope you don't mind i made it in smau format!! thanks for your sweet note at the bottom <3. my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback!! (also i coulnd't resist making lucifer's username that, as it's my best friend's contact name for me hehe)
leviathans-watching’s work - please do not repost, copy, or claim as your own
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Solomon: Are you two dating??
Diavolo: Double negative - That's a Yes!!
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MC randomly jumping from a window below the boys
Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon
Scrolling through your phone liking whatever Levi posted in his blog not even bothering to read it. You sigh as you throw your phone across the bed. Standing up, you head to your desk to at least have some studying done so you won’t upset Lucifer again.
Reading the book Satan recommended so you can do better at hex and spells, you write things down. Hearing a hearty laugh from outside, you peer from the window to see Lucifer talking to Diavolo with Barbatos on his side.
Barely containing your excitement, you started climbing out the window. “Diavolo! Look up!” jumping from the window, knowing he’d catch you.
And he did. Laughing at your antics, Diavolo refuses to let you go, arms wrapped tightly around your waist and behind your knees. “I must say, I’ve never been greeted like this before, much less by a human.” You grin at him. “There’s always a first for everything, right?”
Hearing a cough in front of you made you fully aware of a pissed-looking Lucifer and Barbatos who was holding back a chuckle. Knowing his friend would lecture you, he had already beaten him to it. “It’s fine, Lucifer. It’s not like I was hurt, they’re very light,” Diavolo chuckles again, although Lucifer doesn’t look impressed.
You were on the second floor of rad by the stairs talking to some classmates when you notice him talking to Diavolo outside, waiting for the Prince to leave. You tell your classmates you’ll meet them in the classroom.
Seeing as most of the students were in their respective classrooms, you climb out the window, “Barbatos!” you yell from above. He barely looks up but catches you successfully. He gives you a small smile. “I knew you were going to do that, but please don’t do it again. I can catch you, but what if other people can’t?”
You pouted, wanting to catch him off guard but failing. “Who said something about me doing that to anyone? I can trust the others at catching me but I want you to be the only one to do that.” Almost dropping you, you squeaked, “Whoa, Barb, I’m gonna fall!”
He coughed. There was a light pink tint on his cheeks, “Don’t worry, I won’t let that happen.”
Guess you caught him off guard.
Seriously, MC? You’re gonna give him a heart attack! He’ll catch, but just barely. Catching him off guard maybe wasn’t the best idea... But who cares.
You were in Simeon’s room at purgatory hall, scrolling through your phone, Solomon giving you the idea to jump from the window when Simeon’s arrives. You were reluctant at first, but Solomon made you choose to either do this or you’d be eating a week of his cooking. Of course, you choose to do the former.
Simeon walking towards purgatory hall, holding what seems like a Madam Scream’s paper bag. Another one of Michael’s request, maybe.
Climbing the window, you scream, “Hey, Simeon! Catch me!” before jumping out the window. Simeon, who was carrying a bag of desserts and was already panicking, changed to his angel form.
Flying towards you and meeting in the middle, “MC, what has gotten into you?! That was so dangerous! What if I wasn’t there?!” flying through the window, he sets you down, walking towards the kitchen to put the desserts in the fridge, just as you were about to explain you see Solomon walk in.
You point an accusing finger at him, “Solomon told me to do it or else I’ll have to eat his cooking for a week and you know how dreadful that is!” you hear Solomon’s offended gasp, “Hey, my cooking tastes great!”
“Solomon.” Solomon seemed to freeze as he looked at Simeon who was wearing a tight smile. “Uh, look MC seems to be dizzy from falling. Bye!” you laugh as Simeon runs after him, taking over him with taking care of the desserts.
It was actually his idea; he had been practicing a spell that temporarily gives you a pair of wings and wanted to test it out. Frowning, you take the potion from his hands, gagging from the smell. Solomon flicks your forehead. “Don’t smell it, Idiot. Just drink it and you’ll feel the effects in a few seconds.”
Drinking the potion, almost throwing up from the taste. Solomon leads you to the rooftop of purgatory hall telling you to jump, you hit him on the head, “Are you out of your mind? Hell, no!”
He groans, “Don’t you trust me?” rolling your eyes, you respond, “No.” laughing he slightly pushes you towards the edge, “Fuck! Solomon, don’t do that!” raising his hands, you thought he was about to give up, “I’ll catch you from below,” showing you his pinky, “I promise.”
You roll your eyes, “If I die, I’m going to kill you.” positioning yourself towards the edge, you wait for Solomon to appear, testing out the wings your slightly unstable but you think it’s alright if you're just going to fall.
“MC, try jumping!” hearing Solomon from below, you take a deep breath and fall.
Having a peaceful feeling and a sense of freedom knowing you’d be safe - is what you thought you’d feel. Mid-fall the wings vanished. Now you’re screaming your head off, cursing Solomon.
Solomon curses, quickly casting a floating spell. “Don’t worry, I got you... You’re safe. I’m sorry, MC. You must’ve been so scared...” slowly setting you down, you fall to the ground, not having the strength to stand up, you sniffle, you can hear Solomon talking as much as you wanted to listen the ringing in your ears were preventing you from doing so.
You can feel his arms around you, “When the wings vanished all the other specialties were gone.” You were starting to cry, your body felt like it was being crushed, “MC, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay now. Everything’s okay now.” Casting a healing spell on you, he tightens his hug.
“I was wrong. I’m sorry. You did well. Everything’s okay now... I’m sorry I was wrong.” Feeling you slowly lose consciousness, he carried you towards his room.
He tells the brothers you’d be staying with him for quite a while.
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the dateables’ react to you having a nightmare
+ INCLUDES. diavolo, barbatos, simeon, and solomon
+ WARNINGS. hurt/comfort, fluff
demon bros’ reaction
the demon prince might not act so, but he’s a busy person.
even when he’s in the middle of hosting the humans, angels, and demon brothers at his home for the night, he is forced to split his time between his duties, and being a proper host.
due to balancing these tasks it causes him to up late at night, up at 3 am.
by then, the castle has gone quiet. the chattering of his guests have faded, indicating that they have gone to bed.
diavolo pauses when he walks past one of the many lounges, and spots you curled up at the end of one of the couches, the flame of the fire flickering in your glazed over eyes.
you looked exhausted, and yet, you were forcing yourself to stay awake.
“y/n,” he spoke softly, paddling into the room. you jump, eyes wide.
“i-i’m sorry. i know i shouldn’t be roaming around this late–“
“no, no, i do not mind,” he says with a small chuckle, sitting down besides you on the couch. he gives you a gentle smile. “i was just surprised to see you up so late. why are you up?”
“i…” you flush a little before moving to look back at the fireplace, once more.
you were a bit embarrassed to admit to him that something as silly as a scary dream is what’s keeping you up but diavolo was nothing but understanding.
“ahhh, i hate it when nightmares get in the way of a good night’s sleep.” he frowns and crosses his arms, glancing up at the ceiling as he ponders what he can do to help you.
“if you don’t mind, i would be more that happy to stay the night with you. i know that by having another person nearby can be helpful.”
you never imagined the demon prince offering to do something like this, and seeing how he genuinely wants to helps, makes you feel all warm inside.
“i… i think i would like that.”
without saying a word, diavolo quickly swoops you in his arms and teleports you back to your room. you blink up at him surprise as he set you down in bed, and then seats himself next to you.
“sleep, y/n.” you feel his hand rub against your back and suddenly you’re unable to keep your eyes open.
within seconds, you’re fast asleep (you’re not sure if he used his powers on you or if it’s because he’s just so much of a comforting person… demon, but either way, you’re out)
diavolo stays true to his word, he stayed the entire night and you woke up in the morning yo find his arm loosely curled around your torso.
the demon butler tends to get up early in order to prepare for the day.
he sees to that things are prepared for his lord, and also any guests. today, he needs to prepare breakfast for the exchange students as well.
his lord had invited them to stay the night after a casual check-in on their experience here, in devildom, turned into a night of drinking and tale-telling.
it’s a little past 5 am when barbatos makes his way to the kitchen when he notices you.
you sitting in the window seat, nursing a cup of coffee as you stare out into the yard.
“y/n.” he spoke up as he approaches you. barbatos watched as you blink out of your haze, eyes shifting over to him.
“i would say ‘good morning’ but i feel like you haven’t gotten that much sleep.” he comments, giving a smile. the corner of your mouth twitch. “do you have a hangover?”
it’s not like your group had been overly zealous with the drinks last night but maybe you were just a lightweight.
“no, ‘s just a nightmare,” you sighed, taking another sip from your coffee. barbatos throws you a sympathetic look.
“may i join you?”
you nodded, scooting over making room
for him. he seats himself next to you, legs crossed, and looks over at you.
“at the very least, i can help you take your mind off of it. i have some time before i need to prepare breakfast.”
“thank you, barbatos.” you smile at him.
you two began to chat away, talking random about things. barbatos makes sure to keep the questions and topics simple. and his efforts seem to pay off, because after a while your works begin to slur together.
your body slumps over, your head landing on his shoulder, and he pauses. barbatos was hoping to help lure you back to sleep.
but he didn’t expect for you to fall asleep on him.
fortunately for you, he does have a soft spot for you and doesn’t have the heart to move you. sighing, he leans against the window frame and closed his eyes.
diavolo, later finds you two alseep together in the window seat and makes sure to take multiple pictures before he wakes you up.
the angel was drawn out of his sleep by a small cry.
rubbing his eyes, he glanced over at his DDD and sees that it’s a little past 1 am; that’s strange… he usually had no trouble sleeping.
his eyes widen, simeon then remembers that he’s not alone. you were curled up under a blanket on the couch in his dorm room. he, along with the other residents of the purgatory hall had invited you over for a movie night and you ended up staying the night.
simeon offered to let you room with him. but now it seems to be that you’re having a nightmare.
he rushed out of bed and hurried over to you. he cups your face, frowning when he spots tears forming at the corner of your eyes.
“y/n,” he called softly, it was enough to pull you from your dream.
inhaling sharply, your eyes shoot open as you jolt up. simeon immediately wraps his arms around you as he attempts to comfort you.
“shhh, it’s okay. you’re okay,” he coos as your hands reach up to grip his shirt. your heart is still racing but with him being here was a huge relief.
“thank you.” you sighed after a few minutes. if it was in his power, simeon would have loved to protect you from bad dreams.
“would you… do you wanna join me in the bed?” he asks, his cheeks feeling a little warm as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “i would feel better if you were close. i don’t want you to have another bad dream.”
for a moment all you can do his stare at him while you try to process everything he just said. you then smile at him, “sure, simeon. i would like that too.”
you gasp quietly as he scoops you into his arms.
moments later, you find yourself beneath his sheets with him tucked up against your back.
“is this okay?” you nodded at his question, relaxing against him.
knowing that the angel was nearby, you managed to get back to sleep, this time with no nightmares. and the next morning, you wake up with his arms wrapped around your waist.
the sorcerer was on his way home from the house of lamentation in the early hours of the morning when he walks past your room and noticed the door is open ajar.
pausing, he curiously glances inside. your bed was a mess, covers were thrown to the side and pillows were on the floor.
solomon, worried, checks his DDD. it was only 4 am… where could you have gone?
“solomon?” your quiet voice rings out from behind him. he turns around to find you standing a few step away, arms hugging yourself, a cold sweat beading on your brow.
“are you alright?” he asked, frowning. “i got worried when i saw your door open.”
“i… umm i had a nightmare, and…” you pointed behind you, still looking a little dazed. “went for a walk to try to… ground myself. what are you doing here?”
“asmo.” he said simply, deciding not to explain further because right now he’s more concerned for you.
he steps forwards, reaching his hand out and rests his palm on your head. the sudden contact made you look up at him, and he can see just how tired you are. you needed some sleep but you were scared.
“i know a spell that might help you,” he says with a hint of amusement, and before you ask, you feel him press a kiss to your forehead.
you freeze and punch him lightly in the stomach when you hear him laugh.
“fuck you.” you push past him and trudge back into your room. solomon follows after you and watches you pick up your sheet and rearrange yourself back on your bed.
once you’ve settled, he joins you, sitting himself on the edge of the mattress.
“would you like it if i stayed?”
his voice was tender, understanding in his eyes as he gazed at you. as much as you hated him for his little stunt earlier, you can’t lie to yourself. you’d feel better if he stuck around.
“you can use my shower,” you mumble, rolling over. “i don’t want you to get my sheets dirty.”
“how rude.” he comments, but stands and moves to use your bathroom. the sound of the water turning on is the last thing you remember before falling asleep.
solomon does end up snuggling besides you.
the next morning, he is spotted sneaking out of the front door by asmo, who was very confused.
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I ADORE your work! My request is pegging obey me Barbatos until he's crying and doesn't know if he's begging for more or to stop~ Maybe at the end have MC call out Diavolo for listening to his butler get railed, telling him, he needs a punishment~ THANK YOU LOTS!!! Have a great day/night💋❤
Thank you so much! I loved this request by the way! I hope you have an amazing day/night too!
Barbatos being pegged and overstimulated
You slammed into Barbatos, earning a gasp as you struck a sensitive bundle of nerves repeatedly. You kissed him, moaning into the kiss as the strap rubbed against your core, your free hand sliding down to take care of Barbatos’ cock, stroking it to match your pace.
“T-thank you!” He groaned out, thrusting up into your hand, poor thing was so close already, but you weren’t anywhere near done with him. After another hard thrust, he came into your hand, giving a soft whine as you continue.
Four orgasms, that’s how many you’ve pulled from him so far, you had been gentle so he could handle it, slowing down once again. You reveled in the way he subconsciously would start rocking into you. “Your doing amazing, Barbie.” You gave him a kiss again. “It’s a lot, I know but can handle it, you’re strong.”
Barbatos sobbed when your hand teased the tip of his cock. “P-please! M-master please!” He choked out, hips quivering as his cock throbbed before spilling out cum on you again.
You gave me a soft smile, you loved him so much, you just wanted to take care of him. “Barbs, what are you begging for? Do you want more?” You emphasize your words by giving his cock a squeeze and thrusting hard into him. “Or do you want me to stop?” You released his cock, giving him a moment to respond.
“N-no! Please!” He started to thrust against nothing, whimpering at the loss of contact. When you grabbed his dick again, he cursed, he tried too push your hand away but when you moved your hand away he sobbed. “D-don’t stop! It’s s-sensitive, oh fuck!” He collapsed under you as he came again.
You decided stop there, his cock was so swollen and sensitive you were worried he would get tender if you continued. He was panting so heavily you were worried he’d overheat as well. You pulled out of him, hearing him whimper at the loss of contact before pulling him into another kiss. When you looked at him, you could see how unfocused he was, his eyes couldn’t even stay open, he was already starting to fall asleep under you.
You looked over your shoulder and growled. “Diavolo,” You could see the figure in the shadows noticeably tense up after being called out. “Did you enjoy watching your subordinate get railed? I hope it was worth the punishment you’ll get.” You started to Barbatos cleaned up, he had already passed out and you weren’t going to leave him a mess.
“We are heading to your room, Diavolo. I’m not going to wake Barbatos up because you’re misbehaving. Get the handcuffs out and get undressed, I’ll be there shortly.”
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Want It Bad
m!reader x Barbatos
breeding kink, reader is kinda mean, crying, cum play (?)
Barbatos' face burns red as he holds his legs up, his hole gaping for your cock as he pathetically cranes his neck to see what you're doing. Little desirous whines slip from the demon's lips while watching you jerk your cock over his hole, a small trail of drool dripping down his chin.
"You want it?"
Barbatos nods, throwing his head back into the pillow while desperately hoping for your cum to finally fill him. You don't feel like being nice today, though.
Barb's head shoots up when he suddenly feels something warm squirting onto his hole, dribbling down his ass into the sheets. His eyes fill with tears as he sees you, head tilted back with a sadistic smile on your lips, your body twitching and releasing your load onto the butler. He hastily lets go of his legs and moves two fingers into his hole, trying to push your cum into him while small sobs trail from his lips, his eyes shut.
"No, no, no..." he whimpers, hands shaking as they fail to stop your semen from going to waste.
You grin while pulling his hands away, watching the cum he pathetically pushed into himself leak out again. Slurred begging follows Barbatos' sobs, the shaking of his cries only fueling your desire.
"Shhh, no need to cry, darling," you smirk while leaning over him, pinning his wrists next to his head.
You stare directly into his reddened eyes, getting him to focus on you, lips trembling as he tries to keep his sobs low.
"What's the matter, hm?"
"W-wanted your cum so bad," Barbatos responds shakily, another wave of sobs following the dirty words, spoken in a way Barbatos only does when you break him like this.
"Then how about I give you all of my second load," your grin widens as the demon's body goes stiff at the mere idea, "if you do a good job pleasing me, 'kay?"
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( Leviathan, Mammon and Belphegor is here )
(Asmodeus, Satan and Lucifer is here)
This is for Diavolo, Barbatos and Beelzebub
I do Diavolo and Barbatos because @wawadraws12 ask it :)
Diavolo really thinks that all pets are alike.
(Or do we all have our own pet who is secretly a god... who doesn't have one?)
He happily welcomes God to Devildom.
He thinks this is a great way to help peace between the three worlds.
Oh, how wrong Diavolo was.
Soon he realizes that your pet is a horrible little monster that is causing a lot of problems.
Diavolo still can’t drive your pet away.
He would try to scare your pet with his gaze... but it doesn't work.
He is horrified whenever he imagines what other pets in your world are like.
Otherwise, Diavolo's behavior would not change.
He still wants to spend time with you and learn more about human's.
Usually Barbatos helps Diavolo prevent the worst problems.
Also, sometimes it’s fun for him to watch how much chaos one pet can cause.
( very lot. )
Oh poor Barbatos.
His life became very busy after you came to Devildom.
Soon he will always have to show up when your pet causes serious injury.
A very scary smile that would scare everyone else to stop whatever they do.
But since it doesn’t affect your pet he is confused.
When he finds out that your pet is a god everything becomes sensible.
After that, he starts watching your pet.
Barbatos does not want it to pose any threat to Diavolo.
Fortunately, nothing has happened yet.
Beelzebub is certainly not happy.
He really doesn’t like how your pet teases him and his brothers.
He's trying to talk to you but you want evidence.
He tries to get evidence but it doesn’t end well.
Otherwise, Beel still wants to be close to you and a friend.
Your pet might not be so mean to him.
( Just because the author can’t imagine a soul that would want to be mean to this gentle giant. )
If your pet would try to bully Beel you can be sure Belphie would defend him.
And the other brothers take this as an opportunity to reveal that your pet is not so innocent.
They also want to make big restrictions.
Because no one really teases Beel.
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