#om barbatos x reader

[misc-obeyme]

"Can you see us in every timeline?" you ask.

Barbatos smiles down at you, meeting your bright and curious gaze. Your head is in his lap, both of you stretched out on a soft blanket in the castle garden. Barbatos is leaning back against a tree, a cup of tea held in his gloved hands. The sky drips with stars.

"I see many possibilities," he says, his voice eternally gentle, forever content to answer your endless questions.

You reach up and brush your fingers through his strand of bright hair. "It's just that I wouldn't be the same person without you," you say. "And the thought of there being other mes in other timelines that aren't with you… well, it makes me sad."

You blush a little at this admission because it sounds silly when you say it out loud.

Barbatos chuckles softly, but he puts down his teacup. He takes your hand, even as your fingers are still entangled in his hair. He puts his other hand against your cheek.

"We may not find each other in every timeline," he says. "But I have found that the echoes of each timeline ripple through the others. You are inevitably linked to every other you."

"But they won't feel what I feel," you say.

"They will have impressions of your feelings," Barbatos says. "Have you ever had an inexplicable feeling of hope or despair wash over you? That is a reverberation from yourself in another timeline."

You consider what he's saying. That somehow, you in your present time and space can impact the lives of other yous, if even briefly.

"What do you think they feel from me?" you ask.

"I cannot predict it," Barbatos says. He smiles and the way it lights up his face is so entrancing, you lose yourself in it. "I can only hope they receive soft moments where they feel my love, every time I see you, every time I touch you, every time I kiss you."

Your fingers squeeze around the hand that's holding yours and you lift yourself up to kiss him. His arm moves behind your back to lend you support as he returns the kiss - soft and sweet and with the lingering taste of hellfire rose tea. In another timeline, an unexpected warmth floods through you.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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[demonvibez]

mature (minors dni) · tags: voyeurism, masturbation, penetration

He may not be allowed to freely use his powers to look into the future, but in order to keep operations running smoothly, Barbatos makes sure he is omniscient of the present - and he's sure not to miss a single thing, especially your late night trysts with the Young Master.

He's made it a hobby of his to watch you from the shadows as you get taken by the Prince - he can't help himself. What started with curiosity after hearing your moans from the next room has turned into a full blown addiction of needing to see the gorgeous look on your face as his Future King stretches out your tight needy hole. The way your eyes roll into the back of your head as Lord Diavolo pounds into you has the Butler fisting his cock inside his pants with a bare hand, biting into his glove to suppress his moans. He simply can't take his eyes off of you. And as you writhe under the Prince, your orgasms harmonizing as Barbatos spills his own seed, he lets out a tiny gasp as your eyes lock with his, pleasure and lust painting your features before a knowing smirk pulls at your lips.

Perhaps next time, you will simply invite him to join you two.

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[cloudcountry]

admiring him a normal amount

SUMMARY: You find Barbatos beautiful.

CHARACTER: Barbatos.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: same mc. same. he's GOREGOUS.

~~~~~

Barbatos was the most beautiful person in the Devildom.

There was no way to describe in words just how ethereal he was. How he wasn’t born in the Heaven’s above was beyond you—after all, the Devildom was not known for beauty. You wanted nothing more than to trace his facial features, run your thumb over those lips and kiss his eyelids as they fluttered closed. You wished you could tuck those teal strands of hair falling over his gorgeous eyes behind his ear and breathe him in, cupping his face as you pulled him closer and closer.

“Is the tea to your liking?” he murmured, voice low in your ear as he gazed upon you.

“Yes. It’s delicious, as always.” you choked out, fantasies crashing down around you.

You were not caressing Diavolo’s beautiful butler. You were seated at one of the various tea tables outside, with Barbatos standing by your side and serving you tea.

“Thank you.” he hummed, quite pleased with himself, “Please let me know if you require anything else from me.”

“Barbatos?” you looked up at him, setting your teacup down, “Can you lean down for me?”

Might as well make your move. There was nothing to lose.

“Of course.” he followed your request without a second thought, now at eye level.

You tucked the silky strands of teal behind his ear, lips parted as you focused. Your eyes flickered back to his face only to see a light pink blush envelop his cheeks. Barbatos looked surprised, his eyes wide as he stared at you.

“You’re, um...you’re really pretty.” you stuttered, feeling your own cheeks warm at your boldness, “Wait, uh, no. You’re beautiful. That’s what I wanted to say.”

“Oh.” Barbatos blinked, tilting his head into your hand, “Well...thank you. You’re beautiful too, MC.”

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[moonstrumpet]

thinking about how in canon obey me Barbatos is unusually lucky.

Barbatos always knew he was lucky, he always got exactly what he wanted because time was on his side. He knew when he saw you, that no matter what, he had to have you, he was greedy, after all. He knew he didn’t have to lift a finger to get you because he was just that lucky. For what felt like a slow, unbearable about of time that passed, you two would be drawn together like two magnets, and you would clink together perfectly. He would never let you go. But for now, he will serve his lord and patiently wait for his love to gravite towards him. After all, he knows whatever he wants he could have because he is just that lucky.

I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS ONE!! Personally barbatos is my favorite character, so i love to write about him! Also feel free to use any of my work as inspiration for anything! if you post it PLEASE i want to see what you guys come up with! i am starving for content

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[scarletevening]

glances [ barbatos ]

cw: suggestive/flirty, fluff foul language, v informal, fem! reader bring back the obey me fandom fr

Barbatos loves, and i mean loves, to tease. to everyone else, he seems so put together, like a statue with a perfectly graceful smile, but every time he catches you in a quiet hallway at RAD, that fool-proof smile breaks with a phrase you never expected to hear from one who's supposed to be subservient.

he loves, adores, lives, for the way your eyes flutter away as you cough, trying recover from your flustered state. he loves the way you grin and laugh, the way your eyes meet his in a cheeky smirk as you bump your hip against him.

but barbatos' favorite thing, as much as he loves those other moments, is when you tease him back. when you brush his hair 'back into place' even though its never been out of place. when you pout and tilt your head up at him. when you press into his side, the feeling of your breasts against his arm sending a shiver down his spine. when you whisper words that'll keep you out of hell in the same hallway he did.'

even though he may be a devil, a demon, a cursed being, he will never be able to think any sin of the way you try [ and struggle ] to help him as he bakes. or when you bother him every evening [ he gave in ] to give him a message [ he's a fucking demon he doesn't need it lmao ]. he can't help but enjoy your company as you sip and sit in silence, tapping his shoulder shyly when you asked for help on your homework.

he loves the way you slowly learn to look past his smile, the eyes are the windows to the soul, right?

directory

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[mymainwastoocluttered]

The Butler Types (Jade/MC/Barbatos)

Jade has no fears. What is it? There's a demon butler visiting NRC? Jade has one fear.

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

I'm bitter because it's my birthday and Halloween Jade refuses to come, so I'll celebrate it with the better butler boy. *glares at Jade*

— (`⌒*)O-(`⌒´Q)

Jade is not one for fear.

Sure, he has his fair share of them. One simply does not grow up in Coral Sea without developing some. But one also simply does not grow in Coral Sea without losing some.

So Jade isn't one for fear.

But why does it have to be a butler type?

Jade can only watch, eye twitching in a nervous tic he got from Azul, as his crush ogles at the demon butler in front of her, hanging at his every word and blushing under his gaze.

His name is Barbatos, he is the loyal butler of Lord Diavolo, the Crown Prince of Devildom and the Headmaster of the Royal Academy of Diavolo, one of the few schools that might be older than NRC and even Crowley himself.

And he's exactly (Y/N)'s type.

A good looking, devilish butler with a gentle appearance and behavior who hides something darker and dangerous behind his tea brewing skills and overall otherworldly excellence? Big hell yes from her.

Why does Jade know that? Jade knows everything he possibly can about his crush, including the knowledge that he is exactly her type.

Or, at least, he's the closest anyone at NRC can get to her type.

He understandably did not account for possible visits from the Devildom, a Kingdom that has kept to itself for most, if not all, of its existence, and now he's paying the price. Floyd, the menace, is having a field day, watching from the bench they share as his other half gets more and more agitated while the demon charms Shrimpy.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I holding you up? You must be busy with Lord Diavolo– I mean, with helping Lord Diavolo," Jade feels like eating glass at the enamoured look (Y/N) sends the demon, clearly not wanting to part but also not wanting to be rude.

"No need to worry, my lady, the Young Lord has given me some free time while he speaks with Lord Crowley," Barbatos gives her a smile the eel just knows is making her legs weak. "And I'm enjoying your company very much."

Barbatos is particularly hateful because he's actually being nice. His niceness is inherent, not trained like Jade's. And the eel can tell the Prefect can tell, she's good at judging one's character. It's one of the reasons why they get along so well, she can tell when Jade is being genuine or not, a skill very few have.

If only that skill wasn't helping the green haired demon get closer to her.

"O–oh, I see..." The girl places her hands on her burning cheeks, and Jade feels another bitter sting. That is his face, that's the face only he can get from her when he compliments her. "Thank you for your kind words."

"All of them true, I assure you."

"Oh, stop it, I'm already blushing."

"It was not my intention to make you uncomfortable, my lady, but... I must admit you look very lovable," Barbatos offers a hand to her, one she shyly takes, only to then squeak when he places a soft kiss on the back of her hand. "Please, allow me to be selfish and keep you by my side for a few more moments."

Enough.

Jade walks so fast, it almost feels like he's swimming through the air. Floyd's loud laugh follows him like a predator, together with a playful "go get'em, tiger shark". As soon as he reaches the duo, he takes a silent deep breath, making sure his usual smile is on his face as he takes (Y/N)'s other hand, a privilege he earned, and brings it to his chest, right on his beating heart

"There you are, Prefect. I've been looking for you."

"J–Jade!" The eel is more than please to see her eyes completely leave the other to focus solely on him, the blush on her pretty face now all his.

When he looks up, mismatched eyes meet green eyes, and he can tell Barbatos has been fully aware of his presence from the very beginning. A sharp—quite literally—smile forms on his face at the annoyance in the other's eyes.

Ah, the greed of a servant who finally found something they want to be selfish about.

Would be entertaining if what the demon wanted wasn't Jade's already.

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[arvandus]

Snippet for new Barbatos x Fem!AFAB!Reader fic...

Ok ok... I'm giving into temptation to explore this multichapter idea that I got. So, here's a snippet, a little introduction, if you will.

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It was easy for Barbatos to pretend he loved you. After all, he liked you well enough; would even go so far as to consider you a friend.  It made the entire task of pretending that much simpler, allowing him to fulfill his duty to the Prince of the Devildom.

Barbatos had never expected you to take an interest in him.  For so long, he’d grown accustomed to seeing but never being seen; to observe from his place in the shadow of his young master, ensuring that each person played their role in order to bring forth the ideal future; a future where Barbatos could finally repair the sins of his past, and form a new strand of fate woven together from the broken pieces of his reckless youth.

You were crucial to that weaving.  No matter which way he looked at it, you were always at the center, your presence in the Devildom paramount.  You were the one strand that was left untarnished that bound all the others together.

Which meant that your happiness within the Devildom was of the highest priority.  You needed to stay; a monumental expectation considering the burden placed on you in the form of seven cursed brothers at the mercy of their vices. It was an expectation that nearly broke you, saved only by your feelings for him, of all people.

So, he would play his role dutifully; a small price to pay for securing the future for his young master and closest friend.

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[mitsua]

— ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ —

                                                                  

Warnings : may contain bad grammar and spelling mistakes

Serie : 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞! 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞?

MC 's . . . GN !

                                                                  

🪼 : so please lets have imagination for a moment and lets say barbatos catches a cold :ooooo

                                                                  

MC taking care of Barbatos

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | » ( unfinished )

" I've told you, its nothing young Master, I will still help for you to not worry for the castle in your absence ". Barbatos vows to Diavolo with a slightly red-looking nose.

" I am so thankful Barbatos, but please, rely more on the little D's if you struggle with your health. The least I'd want to return is to you working being ill . . .".

Diavolo said watching carefully at his loyal butler to then turn to a little D color blue and make a small nod trusting him for this one occasion he had to attend to an important meeting on his own.

Some hours later, Barbatos heard a familiar voice at the entrance of the castle.

He found you at the door talking with little D number 1 and approached to properly greet you as he saw you glancing at him for a split second noting his arrival.

" Good afternoon MC, how can we help you ?".

He managed to say with a smile only you could get from him.

" Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting, I think I must have confused but I believe lord Diavolo asked me to be around this time today to have a chat, that's what I thought until D number 1 told me he's gone to a meeting . . . I was just about to leave ".

His expression softened and dismissing the little D, he went to hold open the door for you now. His now more brightly-red face coming to your sight.

" Allow me to excuse the young Master this once, it could have been his mistake since his mind has been more busy this past week . . . Still, this should not have happened. Would you like me to accompany you to the HoL ?".

" No, no, there's no problem. But, Barbatos, are you feeling right ? you seem a little off . . .".

" Hm ? I'm feeling fine ".

" May I ?". You asked for permition to place the back of your right hand to feel his forehead, to which he obliged and leaned on your touch closing his eyes.

" My, how are you standing like nothing ?!". You exclaimed as the burning sentation crossed from his skin through your hand.

Barbatos immediately retreated and made a shocked expression by your reclaiming.

Fortunately or not, another little D was passing by when he heard you and decided to get close to know what was wrong.

" Little D ! Do you have some medicine for what may be equal to a cold here in the devildom ?".

" U-U-Uhm, let me go search quickly !". He said and went as fast as he could.

" Now why are you worrying so much, thank you MC, but I'm feeling alright, please let me go with you to the House of Lamentation as compensation for my Master's mistake ". He continued with a calm face.

— ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ —

                                                                  

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[fridayth13]

Hey! While this summer tends to take a toll on all of us I hope you are doing well! I have a request for you feel free to do whatever you want with it as I always like your take on things hehe.

I was wondering (if you haven't done it already) how you'd think Barbatos would help mc get out of bed on a bad day.

If we're thinking nightbringer i'd imagine Solomon trying to help us out but not really succeeding what to do so and having to ask Barb(the ultimate parental figure) for help, I feel like he'd have some little tricks up his sleeve.

when everything is soup.

↳ barbatos × gn!reader

↳ genre: hurt/comfort | wordcount: 600+ | warnings: none

↳ notes: so. when im exhausted i tend to say that everything is gravy (bc trying to move is like wading through a pool of gravy lmao) so i tried to do smth like that hgdsgjgdsfhj i tried to do hcs but then. 600 words appeared before my eyes lmao. also i think both swd and nb barbatos would go about this situation in really similar ways, so it might've been redundant to make two versions. anyway i hope this is sufficient ✨️ 🙏

barbatos was a patient demon.

the fall of his footsteps against the floor were slow in rhythm, soft in sound, and in any case, deliberate. he wanted you to know he was coming.

the gentle clink of his favorite china tea set on your nightstand told you all you needed to know about why he was in your room.

in your exhausted haze, you only barely felt him taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

"good morning, mc." he uttered softly.

but you couldn't bring yourself to respond. of course, he knew you were awake. at least, you assumed so. you found he was rather good at guessing things. despite facing away from him and being swaddled in blankets like a burrito, there was no way he wouldn't know, you supposed.

your ears picked up the trickling of liquid as barbatos poured in his cup of tea. a brief pause. then he poured a second cup.

a splash of guilt appeared in your chest. the tea was going to have to get cold then.

the entire house of lamentation had taken a turn coming by your room to wake you. they knew not to push too far; not after the day you had yesterday. but whatever today had in store for you seemed about as substantial as one of solomon's soups. fatigue tugged you down every other second, felt through the pounding of your head.

then again, you supposed barbatos wasn't just anyone, huh? part of you wondered how he'd try to convince you to get out.

the answer to that seemed to be.. nothing.

you heard him take a sip of his tea, and that was all.

seconds passed that turned into minutes. time moved like gelatin when one's mind was wrought in anticipation. and it only became worse with every moment that ticked by.

so you opened your eyes.

everything was blurry. naturally. you shifted ever so slightly, your knees moving closer to your chest. the comforter covering you inadvertently moved higher up over your face.

why wasn't he saying anything?

like clockwork, you heard another sip of his tea.

and slowly, you began to uncoil from your fetal position. you rolled onto your back, head slightly inclined towards him. you stretched your legs, a pleasant tingle traveling down to your toes. a soft exhale escaped you as your arms plopped back onto the mattress.

barbatos remained motionless as he spoke.

"good morning again."

a warmth flooded you at his voice. was that a joke?

"..mornin'." you murmured.

a slight turn of his head to you. "are you alright?"

you didn't know how to answer. instead, you rolled over again, blankets rolling with you due to friction. you moved to rearrange them while you figured out what would be most appropriate to say. the words seemed to drift from you as you reached for them. everything was soup.

"better.. i guess." you decided on, finally.

he finally moved to look at you fully. as always, the perfect picture of calmness and poise. but his voice was almost uncharacteristically gentle.

"take your time." he said, finally setting down his empty teacup back to the tray. "your tea will still be waiting for you whenever you decide you'd like to get up."

before you could say anything, his cool facade revealed a crack— an amused smile forming on his lips.

"and don't fret about it going cold. it's nothing a little heat spell won't fix. it's okay."

it's okay.

"..okay."

barbatos's smile grew at your affirmative. the sudden warmth of his affection matched the feeling that burst in your chest.

"i think i will be staying here for a while as well. would that be okay with you?"

for a second, you were too far in your head to respond; tossed into the soup, if you will. but you had your answer at the tip of your tongue the moment he asked.

"of course."

dividers from @/clutteredfun

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[paradisoperdita]

When Barbatos Knew He Loved You

A/N: This is the final part of this series! Thank you to everyone who has patiently waited for this final chapter, to every reader for whom this will be the last fic they read as they complete the series, and those who chose to only read this chapter simply because it's Barbatos. There are so many incredibly talented writers who specialise in writing about the butler, so I can only hope my interpretation is worthy of comparison.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2500

MC/Reader is gender neutral. You/They pronouns

Warnings: Spoilers for lesson 79. If you've read it, you'll know. For those that haven't, I hope it reads like an intriguing, if somewhat confusing, metaphor.

When He Knew He Loved You Masterlist

If a lifetime could fit into a grain of sand, then Barbatos’s life would be a beach.

Innumerable lifetimes congregated under a single name filling the vast expanse along the horizon. Each lifetime had started as a pebble, which chipped and cracked as Barbatos moved between realities to sculpt and shape his ideal existence. There was a time when he selfishly sought to satiate his greed; one lifetime hadn’t been enough to experience, own, be everything he longed for. The discarded fragments of his life crunched under his feet. The grains of sand he once called his memories were washed away by the waves of time.

Barbatos needed a change.

It was easy to obscure the truths of his origin. He had no great desire to divulge the details of his former lives. After all, he had a new purpose now: serving the Demon Prince. It was almost ironic for a demon so fuelled by greed to perform the role of butler; yet it was a role Barbatos performed dutifully. Lord Diavolo was the pinnacle of selfless devotion and he taught Barbatos the true value of serving others. Lord Diavolo’s hopes became Barbatos’s hopes. Lord Diavolo’s ideals became Barbatos’s ideals. Whatever the young prince wanted, Barbatos wanted too.

Why would the perfect butler ever desire for anything more?

This was the most important day of Barbatos’s career. It had to be perfect. Every inch of the RAD Student Council Chamber had been thrice cleaned and inspected, the windows gleamed in the flickering gilded glow, each student meticulously coached in Human World etiquette, and the grand table had been so thoroughly polished that Barbatos could amend a stray hair in its reflective surface. He couldn’t allow himself to feel nervous. There were too many unknown elements at play.

In accordance to his oath to Lord Diavolo, Barbatos refrained from using his powers of clairvoyance to prepare for today. Many beings, especially mortals, long for a life of certainties. As one who has the power to know every infinite possibility as though he has lived it, Barbatos can testify that there is no greater boredom than omniscience.

The sigil Solomon had drawn on the ground began to crackle with blinding ferocity. Lord Diavolo grinned and the four Avatars of Sin perfected their postures. The second human exchange student was about to arrive.

That was Barbatos’s cue to leave.

Despite the months of preparation, there was still much to be done around RAD to ensure the exchange students’ smooth transition from their previous lives to their new life in the Devildom. Barbatos wouldn’t have to wait too long before he had the opportunity to introduce himself to you. He had heard many rumours about your recent pact with the second-born Avatar of Greed. Your reputation preceded you, and he pondered whether there were more secrets hidden behind your façade that he had yet to uncover during his initial assessment of your suitability for this exchange program.

You looked remarkably similar to all the photographs he had seen of you. Although, he must confess that the photos captured you in a far more flattering light than you appeared in your present circumstances. There was something marvellously human about you and, despite how long it had been since Barbatos had been in the company of a true human, he could detect the myriad of emotions that flickered across your features: confusion, bewilderment, fascination, fear…distrust? Hm…yes. Distrust would serve you well among demons and its presence reassured him. Yet there was nothing remarkable about that soul of yours. It paled in comparison to the two angels beside him. No, he supposed the basis of the comparison was unfair; angels are beings of light with souls that burn as brightly. Your soul had not the benefit of time to grow stronger and had been tempered by the dark nights of human existence. Even a candle can be blinding if lit in pitch darkness.

At least you weren’t at a disadvantage by possessing a soul that the denizens of RAD would find impossible to resist.

It hadn’t been easy for you. Nobody could deny that it would be difficult to live among the seven Avatars of Sin, even if they had sworn to Lord Diavolo to protect you. However, against all odds, you appeared to settle into your new role as exchange student and pact master. The pacts weren’t a mandatory component of your RAD assignment, but Lord Diavolo appeared pleased by this unexpected development. And if Lord Diavolo was pleased, then Barbatos was as well.

Barbatos had predicted that he would need to intervene more often than he had presently been called to do. In fact, there was rarely cause for him to meet with you at all. You were well-liked among the demons you lived with. Not even Solomon was as universally popular as you appeared to be. It was Barbatos’s duty to monitor your safety, regardless of Mammon’s official role as your guardian, and it was a duty that fascinated him.

He spent many an hour watching your figure traverse the grand expanse of RAD’s grounds. You were unaware of the change in the demons that you passed; their alteration from predator to peer, from a threat to a friend, and it appeared ever clearer to Barbatos over the course of his observations. You were merely human. You were no great sorcerer, no fallen angel, and no gifted scholar (your grades were sufficient proof of that). Just human.

Where then did you find this inner strength? How did that fragile soul of yours refine itself, pearl-like, in the face of such adversity? If he couldn’t find the answer by observing you, and he couldn’t find it by peering into your future, then perhaps the answers resided in your past?

The library at RAD had many documents regarding the lives of humans. It was a necessary skill to know the inner workings of humanity if one was to be successful at charming them into relinquishing their soul. It proved more than sufficient for the task Barbatos had endeavoured upon. Unlike demons, whose personal histories can extend across millennia, a human’s history must be parsed from the lives of ancestors and relations. An imperfect system, in his opinion, but it was the only method he had at his disposal. His fingers delicately traced the thin lines of your ancestry, spanning the shifts in human thought, morals, and innovation. One thread after another unfurled from one ancestor and weaved itself into the very fabric of you.

Perhaps that distant uncle who joined the circus bestowed you with your wicked sense of humour? Or that nurse on your father’s side gave you the gift of kindness? Or the cousin, who had been sent to the gallows, had been the source of your roguish charms? These past lives captivated him.

“What are you reading, Barbatos?” You asked as you subtly tried to peek over his shoulder.

Barbatos concealed his surprise. He had already sensed your presence; he simply hadn’t realised that it was also in person as well as featuring so prominently in his thoughts.

“Just a little research project,” Barbatos answered curtly. You took the seat beside him, even though he hadn’t invited you to join him.

“Anything interesting?” You weren’t even trying to pretend not to read the book in front of him.

Barbatos sighed with a smile. “I find it most interesting,” his grin sharpened, “it’s a book containing records about your family’s history. I had already conducted a preliminary inquiry prior to your arrival. Yet in light of recent events, I thought it prudent to continue my investigation.”

Now he had piqued your curiosity. In response to your countless questions, Barbatos marked out the various patterns and connections in the tapestry of your family history. He enjoyed watching your various reactions to the narrative he weaved for you. In the midst of the countless lives that had been the precursor to your existence, you were somehow untouched by it all. It brought him no closer to truly understanding you. Even as you leaned gently against his arm, and he felt the tender pressure of your body against his, the distance between you seemed insurmountable. There was no book that Barbatos could read to learn the secret of your soul. No tangible thing that he could obtain to know you better. Only your time would grant him that, so it was your time that he desired to have.

Barbatos continued his private investigation of your family tree and would use his discoveries as a means to speak with you. As his search took him further back in time away from you, your conversations about these spectres of ancient history brought the two of you closer together. The day he reached the seed of your family tree, the very beginning of you, had been a troubling revelation. Would you still seek Barbatos’s company if he had nothing more to share?

He didn’t know then that the knowledge of your beginning would be the only way to save your life.

Love is manipulated dependence.

That had been his firm belief in his earlier lives. His time with the young prince taught him how to care for another. Lord Diavolo taught him how to disregard pride and greed to serve and place another’s needs above one’s own. Barbatos was devoted to Lord Diavolo. It was a selfless devotion, a purposeful devotion, and a devotion that begins and ends with his servitude. Barbatos can pinpoint the exact moment his devotion began.

For you, however, he cannot determine when those feelings began.

Indeed, when did he begin to watch your form to inscribe it to memory? When did he start to note the subtle fluctuations in your mood so he could be the demon you relied on for support? When did your beautiful pearl of a soul begin to outshine the glassy sands of his existence? When, when, when…? It seemed a cruel joke for the Demon of Times to forget such a significant change in his feelings for you.

And yet, his every memory of you was now tinged in the rosy glow of his affection. Even though logically he knows he did not love you at first glance, he cannot help but think back on that time and feel nothing but love for you.

Did he love you?

He tested the taste of the word on his tongue. It had lost all its former bitterness and was superseded by your image. How curious it was to be consumed by a feeling that transcends past, present, and future. He loved the very essence of your being. Perhaps it was accurate to say that he had always loved you? To live in chronological time was still a new experience for him and your existence compelled him to continue along its journey with you.

You are his greatest love.

You taught him how to truly want, to feel, and to desire.

Barbatos was a demon of many secrets. Out of the infinite secrets he kept, the enormity of his feelings for you was the secret he guarded most ardently. He suspected you knew a little about his fondness for you. You were thoughtful and continued to reach out to him over the three years he had known you. Each interaction with you renewed that blossoming affection that had taken root in his heart.

Even now, the depth of his love for you seemed unfathomable, even to himself. It granted him the strength to conceal the excruciating pain that threatened to shatter his skull from the inside out. He hid it from you for fear of worrying you when you were already working at your limits. He couldn’t worry you, your mission was far too important to risk your concern for him jeopardising its success. As the winds picked up and howled in his ears, threatening to destroy the very ground on which he stood, his eyes had not left your figure; fear contorted your features. Barbatos barely had the power to remain on his own two feet. His knees gave way under the indomitable will of the impossible storm. You were scared for him.

You grabbed Barbatos, wrapped your arms securely around his shoulders and held him close to your chest.

You saved him.

You were no longer just a human to Barbatos. It was impossible for you to be ‘just’ anything to him anymore. There weren’t adequate words to sufficiently express exactly what you meant to him. He could travel across infinite timelines composing songs that would make history’s greatest bards weep and it still wouldn’t accurately convey how truly, deeply, and earnestly he cared for you.

Your heartbeats tenderly pressed against each other. It was a moment of stillness amidst the chaos. As the onslaught of torrential gales tore the trees from their roots, launching detritus and debris high into the air, Barbatos could see you far more clearly than he ever had before.

“I’m afraid I don’t have the strength…” he began. His lips continued uttering truthfully the extent of his weakness and current failings beyond his control. Perhaps for the first time since meeting you, he was being honest about his true feelings.

Your words bellowed over the roar of the gales and the crashing of glass, the raw power of your voice moved him and gave him the strength he needed. The words you chose to inspire him were harsh and passionate, blazing with fiery belief in his capabilities, and demanded he draw upon the very heart of his devotion. He couldn’t help but laugh. He wrapped his own arms around you, resting them on your waist in a way that felt so natural to him, despite it being the first time he’d ever attempted to hold you. He pressed his pounding forehead delicately against your shoulder. He had never known a sanctuary quite like you.

“Aha, I think perhaps I finally understand what it is about you that I find so irresistible.” He admitted at last.

As the two of you stood before the great abyss beyond the material realm, entwined in a lover’s embrace, all of Barbatos’s other concerns paled into insignificance. What use was there in questioning why he loved you? Or deciphering the root of it within your heart? It appeared to mean nothing to him now.

The question of when did Barbatos know he loved you only had one answer that truly mattered: now.

He loved you now, and now it was time that he began to show that to you.

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Your day has been good so far, despite being your friend's guinea pig for a dud potion. You got to spend time with hell's number one butler, which you were always thankful for. And he was nice enough to invite you to have tea with him! Surely nothing could go wrong with tea and macarons.

Surely not.

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Hihi can I request a Barbatos and MC with severe depression? Like they have a hard time getting out of bed, showing, and Barbatos helps them if that's okay? Also please take care of yourself! I'm proud of you for taking a break!

Hi, anon! It's definitely okay! I did say in my writing update post that I'm accepting small drabble requests! And thank you, I'm definitely doing much better now! 💕

I used a lot of personal experience for this one, but I've been there and it's hard not to use those feelings when I write. Anyway, I hope it turned out okay!

Barbatos sees the mound of blanket slowly moving up and down with your breathing. It's a relief to see that minuscule movement - an indication that you're still holding on. He sits down on the edge of the bed, knowing that his weight moving the mattress will alert you to his presence. Even so, you don't stir.

He can't see you. The blankets cover most of you. The only thing visible is the top of your head, your hair greasy and in disarray. He knows you haven't showered in days. He knows you haven't left your bed in days except to go to the bathroom. You'll sneak into the kitchen in the night to eat. Sometimes you're awake and scrolling mindlessly through your D.D.D. But mostly you simply sleep. A space of oblivion where you don't have to feel anything when you're feeling everything far too much.

Barbatos reaches out a hand toward you. He hesitates. He knows you're aware of him, that you're awake in that moment, though keeping your eyes closed. He knows you don't want him to see you. He knows that it hurts you to see him. He knows that you don't want to look at him and see pity.

But Barbatos is a master at portraying no emotion aside from the one he very deliberately means to show. All you will see when you look at him is love. Because he will allow nothing else.

Barbatos settles his gloved hand on your back.

He waits.

Eventually you squirm beneath his touch, a subtle indication that you don't want him to be here.

"I will not leave until you speak to me," Barbatos says. He keeps his voice soft, but with a firmness that he hopes will impart to you how serious he is.

You mumble an incomprehensible acquiescence and he takes it.

"Tell me what you need," he says, keeping his tone even and neutral.

There is a long silence.

And then you sit up and look at him. The blanket falls from your shoulders. You have dark circles beneath your eyes and your stare is hollow, but for a tiny spark of surprise.

"You're not going to scold me?" you ask. Your voice is so ragged it nearly breaks his heart.

He reaches out to brush his fingers across your cheek, wishing for the first time that he wasn't wearing his gloves so he could feel you. "You have done nothing wrong, my love."

You bite your lip, hard. He wants to reach out, to pull you to him, to kiss you, to make you stop before you break the skin. But the tears that have formed in your eyes stop him. He's too cautious, still uncertain about what you need in this moment.

He learns his worries are unfounded the moment you collapse into his arms.

Barbatos holds you, rubbing gentle circles on your back as you pretend you aren't crying as hard as you are. You cling to him and the heaviness of your grip feels like solidity to him. Like you aren't slipping away, like you're still his, like maybe he can simply be whatever you need after all. It's all he wants.

So when you've cried yourself out, he asks you again. He asks you to tell him what you need. And you do. And he gives you whatever it is you ask for. It takes some time for you to find your way out of the labyrinth of sadness again. But Barbatos is there to guide you through every turn.

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Bloodlust

Characters: Barbatos x F! Reader Word Count: 5k+ Rating: Mature [MDNI] Tags: vampire barb, accidental injury (small cut), blood drinking, biting, fangs, tail play, fingering, penetration, reader has female body parts, lil fluff ending A/N: Had a ton of fun writing this! It was supposed to be out for Barb's birthday but...eh, life in the Devildom, amirite? Anyways, who doesn't like a belated birthday gift? Happy Belated Birthday, Barbatos! ♡

There you sit on a balcony of the Demon Lord's Castle, a cup of Hellfire Rose Tea cradled between your hands, as Lord Diavolo sits across from you. He had invited you over for tea in order to thank you for your help in curing the brothers' vampiritis, as well as just catch up with each other through conversation. The two of you sip your tea and exchange stories and laughs as you await the return of Barbatos with a tray of his famous sweets. As you look out upon the Devildom's skyline, the twin moons shining down on you both, you can't help but to smile as you feel a soft breeze lightly caressing your face. The doors leading into Lord Diavolo's room are wide open, the breeze flowing through the room and back out again, the various scents of teas and baked goods intermingling with one another - much to your pleasure, for you had enough of the scent of garlic for the next millennia.  As you listen intently to the Prince's anecdote, you hear the door gently click open.

Barbatos is on the way back from the Castle's kitchen with a tray of his freshly baked sweets. Of course, the demon had made his famous Signature Cake that was all the rage of anyone that visits the Castle, but he also made sure to make a special batch of Spider's Web Cream Puffs just for you, as he knows how much you favor them. He'll never forget the way your eyes lit up like the Devildom sky when you first took a bite into one, a simple memory he is sure to cherish forever. It didn't take him long to grow fond of that smile of yours, and he's eager to draw it out of you whenever you're around - however stoic he may present himself. Much like himself, you're always doing things for everyone else - even if it's to your own detriment, even if it's not safe for you. Even this past week, you put your own life on the line in order to cure the Devildom of vampiritis, using every ounce of your available power in order to thwart a huge catastrophe - something they're unsure how to even repay you for. 

As Barbatos continues to make his way up the steps and towards the Young Master's room, he couldn't help but to feel as though something may be slightly...off with him. As he pauses at the top of the stairway, he uses the back of his glove to wipe off his forehead, furrowing his eyebrows as he stares down at his hand. Sweat? Why in the Devildom would he possibly be sweating? More strenuous tasks never seem to phase the Butler, so why would carrying a tray of desserts be able to break his refined exterior? He brushes it off, attributing it to the steam of the pastries - despite knowing deep within himself that he had, in fact, cooled the desserts completely as he was supposed to. As he glided through the hallways and towards his Young Master's door, he couldn't help but to feel a slight tingle and burning sensation at the back of his throat. He was sure that whatever was going on had nothing to do with vampiritis - the strain only infected fallen angels, after all. He figures it must be another Devildom cold, and pushes the thought to the back of his mind, refusing to deign something so preposterous as himself being sick. 

He pushes the door open with a gloved hand, a soft zephyr of the Devildom's cool night air brushing past him, and a faintly sweet scent tickling his nostrils that he finds unfamiliar. The further he continues into the room, the stronger the scent becomes, calling out to him with an intensity that rivals the thirst of a man dying in a desert. His throat dries up even more with a thirst so unbearable, it almost makes him want to claw out his own throat. Trying his best to swallow down the feeling, he marches onward with the tray of sweets, determined to see out his duties and deal with his affliction afterward. As he finally makes his way to the balcony door, another gust of wind brushes past you, and it is at that moment in which Barbatos realizes exactly what ails him.

You look up from your tea to lock eyes with Barbatos, a sweet smile displayed across your lips. He has seen you many times under the light of the Devildom moons, but tonight there is something different about you. It's not just the way the crimson moonlight paints your features, or the way your soul shines like a rare Celestial gemstone - no, you definitely look different to him. Your skin looks softer than usual, so tempting to touch and to taste. The way the wind blows your hair back, exposing your neck to him as it pulsates with the one thing he's craving more than anything in all three realms. Your blood...oh how he thirsts for your blood. He can practically see the way it dances around in your veins, calling out to him like a siren's song meant to lure him into the abyss. 

As he stands there with the tray in hands, intently staring you down with a ravenous look in his eyes, your eyebrows furrow - you knew something was wrong with Barbatos just from his demeanor alone, and looking over at Diavolo, you can tell he senses it too. 

"Barbatos, is everything alright?" the Young Prince asks the butler as he stands from his chair, his tone both equally serious and concerned. He doesn't miss the look in the butler's eyes, as if he were ready to consume you whole. Barbatos quickly shakes his head, essentially snapping himself out of the trance, and sets the tray down on the table. 

"My apologies, My Lord. It appears that I have contracted a minor cold," he explains, trying his best to minimize the situation. Diavolo narrows his eyes at Barbatos, knowing the demon isn't being entirely truthful with him, but he crosses his arms and waits for his butler to finish his explanation. "No need to worry, once I finish my duties here, I will retire to my quarters and begin treating myself immediately," the butler continued, avoiding eye contact with either of you. Somewhat satisfied with his answer, Diavolo returns to his seat, his expression softening slightly. 

"Aww, well, I hope you feel better soon Barbatos! Thank you so much for preparing all of this for us," you say, still smiling and oblivious to the subtleties of the demons around you. You pick up one of the cream puffs, placing it on your plate, before eyeing one of the Midnight Scones. Your smile grows even wider as you pick one up with one hand, grabbing your knife with the other, stabbing into the scone so that you may spread some delicious blood strawberry jam onto it. Accidently stabbing through the scone and into your finger, you instantly drop everything onto the table as you wince in pain, a droplet of blood accumulating on your skin. 

The scent of your bare blood in the Devildom air sets off a war within Barbatos' mind, causing him to freeze in place and stare at you with a certain darkness in his eyes. His bloodlust for you is currently at ineffable heights, only made slightly evident to him by the sudden growth in his fangs and the way his heart races, mind spinning with the all consuming need to just have a little taste of you. 

Diavolo is immediately on high alert, standing back up from his seat once again when he sees that look return to Barbatos' eyes. He can practically see the ancient demon salivating over you and your blood, confirming his original suspicions that his butler may have contracted vampiritis. He knew Barbatos, his ever loyal and stoic butler, would do his best to push through and carry out his duties as he normally would when he is ill - but Diavolo draws the line when it comes to endangering his students, especially you. He steps out from where he was sitting, moving to stand between yourself and Barbatos. The look in the Future King's golden eyes was one you hadn't seen before - sure, you had seen Diavolo be serious before, but nothing quite like this.

"Barbatos, you are hereby relieved of your duties. Return to your quarters at once and await my next orders," he says, his voice stern and authoritative. Barbatos continues to stand there frozen, staring at you and the droplets of blood that he wants so badly to taste. He doesn't acknowledge the Prince's orders - it's as if he didn't even hear him. Instead, he takes a step towards you, causing Diavolo to transform into his demon form and put a hand on Barbatos' chest. 

"Barbatos. Return to your room now," Diavolo declares, with a certain bass in his voice that could shake all three realms. He will physically remove the Butler if need be, anything to protect everything that he holds dear to him - including Barbatos himself. An incident like this could ruin the peace he's been working so hard towards - and of course, he would never want anything to happen to you. Not only are you his sweet little exchange student, but you're the Chosen One - the human that stands to help unite all three realms. If harm were to come to you, he doesn't even want to think of the massive consequences that will follow. Additionally, he cannot stand the thought of anything happening to Barbatos either. Barbatos has always been Diavolo's one true family member, having been by his side since the Little Prince had tricked him all those centuries ago. No, he can't let anything happen to either of you - he needs to take control of the situation, and he needs to do it immediately. Diavolo flairs out his wings, essentially hiding you from view behind the enormity of his crimson and gold wingspan. He begins to walk forward, pushing Barbatos backwards towards the door, a low growl emitting from his throat as he bares his own demonic fangs at the butler. 

Barbatos snaps out of the trance once again as he stumbles backwards, his emerald green eyes widening in horror at the realization of what has just transpired. Sure, he hadn't actually attacked you, but he couldn't deny to himself that all he could think about was how ravenous he was for your blood. His resolve is faltering, and he can't help but be overcome with shame at that fact.

"I...I..." Barbatos continues to walk backwards, his mind still racing as he fumbles over his words, unable to make eye contact with his Master. He turns and makes a break for the door. "My deepest apologies," he mutters as he exits, slamming the door shut. Diavolo stands there for a few more moments, his arms crossed, waiting to be sure the bloodthirsty butler doesn't return while you're here. When he is sure Barbatos won't return, he drops his arms and lets out a sigh, turning about face to return to you on the balcony. When he returns, he sees you still sat in your seat, holding a cloth napkin over your finger with a bewildered look on your face.

"Sorry about that," he says in his normal cheerful tone, a fake smile plastered across his face. You can still see the concern in his eyes though. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut our evening together a little short." Before you could even protest, Diavolo has picked his DDD up off of the table, making a call to Lucifer to come and escort you back to the House of Lamentation for safekeeping.

Lucifer had been prompt in arriving at the Castle to pick you up, having been filled in on the details of the incident during his phone call with Lord Diavolo. You were brought home with haste and a curfew was set in place for the entire House. You honestly had no idea what the fuss was all about - you weren't in danger being around all seven of the brothers when they were infected, why would Barbatos be any different? He's the most refined demon you've ever met, you'd have been just fine around him, you were sure of it. Ready to call it a day, you make your way to your room and get ready for bed.

The hour is late, and you are safely tucked away beneath your sheets as you peacefully slumber the rest of the night away. A loud clatter awakes you from your sleep, jolting you from your dreams. You recognize that the noise is coming from the kitchen, pushing yourself up out of bed to go monitor (who you assume is) Beelzebub in his midnight snack binge - it was a nightly routine for you, so making your way to the kitchen at this hour is almost a reflex at this point. Poking your head into the doorframe, the sight you see before you is a surprising one - it's not Beelzebub that you find, but instead it's Barbatos making all of the commotion, having ransacked the entirety of the kitchen. There he stands across the room, staring at you intently once again, for he could smell your sweet scent the second you crossed the threshold of your own bedroom door. When he says your name, you can tell there is a slight tremble to his voice.

"What are you doing here," he asks, a certain darkness to his tone. You finish making your way into the room, standing across the kitchen island with your arms crossed and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Uhh, you're in my house. I should be the one asking you that - what are you doing here," you respond, tilting your head to the side. You can tell there is a slight agitation that Barbatos is trying to hide as he lets out an annoyed huff and nervously fidgets with his hands, which you've never seen him do before. He stands there unresponsive, yet again, causing you to call out his name once more. 

"My apologies...I...came to see if you had any of the last ingredients I need to make the remedy for my ailment. We are all out of garlic at the Castle and I-"

"Really? You came here for garlic?" You move out from behind your side of the counter, and walk around to make your way towards Barbatos, causing him to step backwards a few paces. "Seems unlikely you'd come here of all places for that. You know we used it all to make the last batch of serum. If you really 'just needed garlic' then it seems to me you would have popped over to the 24 hour DevilMart up the street from here," you say as you continue forward, effectively backing him against the wall. You hadn't feared these demons before, and you weren't about to start tonight. You stop a few feet in front of him, a hand on your hip and a sadistic smile on your face. "So why don't you go ahead and be honest with the both of us and admit the real reason you're here." Before Barbatos could fathom a reply, you take the last step forward, reaching out to push his hair back out of his face and tuck it behind his ear. You caress his cheek with your hand before running your fingers over his lips, your eyes shining with an unmistakable lust. "Then again, I think we both know why you're really here tonight." 

Both his mind and his pulse are in a frenzy as you literally have him in the palm of your hand. You both know you are playing with fire but you don't care - you know what you want, and you're going to take it. The look in Barbatos' eyes is one of uncertainty. Between the bulge in his pants and the way his mouth is salivating, he knows for a fact that he returns that feeling of lust for you. He would love nothing more than to taste you, in more ways than one, but he's not sure if he possesses the restraint needed to take you to bed with him tonight. What if he loses himself in your essence? What if he gets a taste and finds himself unable to stop? His throat burns with an uncontrollable thirst that he is dying to quench, and the longer you linger, the intensity exacerbates.

"This is dangerous," he barely whispers as he leans into your touch. He should be telling you no - he should be opening up a portal and going back to the Castle where he belongs. But he can't find it within himself to resist you. Besides, this is what you want, isn't it? No, this is a huge risk that neither of you should be taking. You let out a soft chuckle and shake your head.

"Have you met me? Don't worry, I trust you. It'll be fine." Your hand drops from his face to grab his hand, gently pulling him towards the door. He lets out a few halfhearted protests, causing you to shush him as you guide him towards your bedroom. You push the door open and pull him inside, locking the door behind you both and leaving the lights dim. You bring him over to your bed and turn to him, grabbing his lapels with your hands. "Let's get you comfortable," you say with a smirk as you begin to unbutton his jacket.

"Are you sure about this?" You throw his jacket over onto the floor, at which he didn't even react. He just continued to stare at you, the uncertainty in his emerald eyes replaced with pure lust.  Instead of replying, you press your lips to his, which was more than enough of a final answer for him. With the remaining distance between the two of you closed, he grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer to him, before pulling you down onto the bed with him. You straddle his lap, deepening the kiss by playfully nibbling on his bottom lip, your tongues colliding in a passionate dance. He breaks away from your lips to begin trailing kisses down to your neck, letting out a moan as his lips finally caress the one spot he's been obsessing over all night. "You're all I've been able to think about," he mumbles against your skin, before pressing a few more kisses against your pulse. 

He extends his vampiric fangs, gently grazing them up your neck, before leaning back down and sinking them right above where your neck meets your shoulder. As you let out a gasp at the sharp pain, he retracts his fangs and begins to lap at your blood, letting out a moan as he tastes just how delectable you truly are. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the sensation, your hands sliding into his scalp and caressing his horns - you hadn't noticed him slip into his demon form the second he tasted your blood. No, both of you are having such an intimate experience, you can only seem to focus on your senses and the way you're making each other feel. As he feels your sweet crimson nectar dripping down his throat, he feels revitalized in a way he hasn't felt in several millennia. All of his senses are heightened, his power growing as he consumes your essence.

You feel a rush, a certain lightheadedness as you feel him gently sucking on the flesh of your neck. You grind on his lap as you lean into him, his hardness stimulating you and eliciting tiny moans whispered into his ear. He presses one last kiss onto his bite mark before pulling away to meet your lips with his once more, the taste of your own blood meeting your tongue. As he passionately kisses you, he begins to peel off his gloves. After tossing them on the floor, he begins to make quick work of your clothes with his hands as his tails work on undoing his own.

After tossing the clothes aside, Barbatos lays you down on your bed, continuing to kiss you as his hands slide down your body. His hands stop momentarily to feel your breasts, before one of them makes its way further downward. He slips a finger in between your lips and finds your clit - you both let out a tiny moan as he feels how wet you already are for him. He begins to slowly massage you as he kisses down your jawline, briefly pausing to press a kiss onto his bite mark, and then continuing down to your breasts. You can't help but to arch into his touch, the sensations of his nimble fingers sending you closer to the edge with each stroke, the feel of him teasing your nipples driving you wild. The sounds of your moans and whispered swears reverberate off the walls as he drives you closer to the edge of your first orgasm. The effects of having your blood drawn, paired with the pleasure Barbatos is giving you, makes you feel a high you've never felt before. He breaks away from your breasts, his other hand moving down to slide two fingers slowly inside of you as he continues to rub you. His pace quickens, and he can feel the precum beading on the head of his cock as he watches you fall apart on his fingers. Your first orgasm feels amazing - but you both need more. It's almost there's an instinct within both of you that you need to become apart of each other. He pulls his fingers out of you, putting them in his mouth to taste you. He lightly moans as he savors the taste. He wants nothing more than to fill all of his senses with only you. 

He moves back on his knees, lining himself up with you and pushing the head of his cock into your tight little hole. You let out a high pitched squeal as he enters you, feeling more and more full as he slowly slides himself into you further. Once he finally pushes himself all the way, completely buried within you, he lets out a strangled moan and begins to thrust in and out of you. You feel so good wrapped around his throbbing cock, he never wants to pull out of you. The way you squeeze him, so tight and so snug, it almost feels as though you never want him to pull out either. Perhaps if he made you his familiar, he'd be able to make love to you like this constantly - but one thing is for certain tonight; you belong to him. 

He reaches down to grab your breasts, teasing your nipples as he continues at a steady pace. The sounds falling from your lips are like music to his ears, a symphony he'd love to forever hear on repeat. Your brain is flooded with pleasure, each thrust sending electricity through your body. Just when you swear to yourself that you'd never felt this good before, you feel his tails slide between your lips and start massaging your clit as he passionately fucks you. Your eyes roll back once again, your hands clutching tightly at the sheets as he pounds you to your second orgasm, your body being set ablaze as pure ecstasy washes over you. 

He briefly pulls out of you, but only for a moment. He lays down beside you and props himself up on one arm, turning you so you're on your side in the same position. He pulls your top leg up, firmly grasping your thigh, before repositioning his cock and sliding it back into you. Throwing your head back as you feel him bottom out once again, you both begin to grind against each other, the sounds of your skin slapping together punctuating the melody of moans filling the room. He spots his bite mark dripping near the base of your neck, and leans down for another taste, his pace quickening the moment your blood touches his tongue once again. You make the refined butler want to go absolutely feral, a side of himself that even he was unaware. He wants you to feel just as good as you make him feel - the way you rapture his senses and take him over completely. His tails return to your clit, rapidly rubbing the sensitive spot in circles, as he continues his unrelenting pace. Your mind is racing as it makes its way back up the crescendo to your next orgasm, your vision blurred by tears of pleasure as you chant his name in praise. A few more thrusts, and Barbatos sends you over the edge once again, your brain flooded with pure euphoria. He feels you clench around him, your pussy squeezing him beautifully tight, his own orgasm erupting mere seconds after yours. His pace slows down, but he continues to pump his cock in and out of you slowly, both of you riding the high of your climaxes all the way back down to the bottom. 

As you both lay there and try to catch your breaths, Barbatos wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his chest, your heartbeats pulsing at an increased rate. His other hand moves to push the hair out of your face, having to do so with several strokes as it is drenched with sweat and clinging to your face. He looks down at you, eyes filled with love and admiration, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. He murmurs your name, unable to stop the smile that reaches his eyes.

"You truly are a remarkable human," he says as you look up at him, leaning in to press his lips to yours. You deepen the kiss, your hand moving up to cup his cheek as your tongue enter his mouth. His free hand slides down your body, lightly grabbing at your hip, causing you to wince a little. His eyes suddenly snap open at the sound, and he immediately pulls away, his brows furrowing and eyes wide with concern. "Are you okay? Have I hurt you," he asks as he checks you over for injury. Other than the bruising bite mark at the base of your neck, he spots several other bruises on your hips and thighs. "I apologize for any of the unintentional markings I may have left on you. I was unaware that your blood would give me such vitality," he says as he stands up off the bed, starting to make his way towards your bathroom. "I assure you I will bring you back to full health, and it will no-" the butler's lamentation is cut off by the sound of your giggles. 

"Barbatos, listen to me when I say that I assure you that I enjoyed myself, and am just fine," you say, pushing yourself so that you're sitting up in bed. "Well, other than, you know." You gesture towards your neck with another giggle. "Which I also really enjoyed, by the way. But there's no need to worry, just grab me the healing potion from the bathroom, if you could? It's the red vial on the right side of my sink." You stretch your legs as you wait for Barbatos to return with the potion, your muscles feeling weak and sore in all of the best ways. A moment or two later, and he re-enters the room, handing you the vial and sitting next to you on the bed. You chug down the potion, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and setting the empty glass vial on your nightstand as Barbatos gets situated in bed behind you, pulling you back into his embrace. 

You let out a happy sigh as you lay your head to rest on his chest, your eyes fluttering closed at the sound of his heartbeat below. Tonight was a night that neither of you would ever be able to forget, a memory that Barbatos will be fond of for centuries to come - his heart begins to fill with sorrow at the thought of the night ending. Almost as if you could read his mind, you begin to whisper to him a similar sentiment.

"Wish tonight didn't have to end...wish it could last forever," you murmur as the hand resting on his chest absentmindedly traces shapes on his skin. His heart swells as he hears your words, his own hand cupping your cheek and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. 

"The night may not last an eternity, but our time together does not have to end. My feelings for you are so deeply profound, I simply cannot imagine myself without you. You are a part of me now, as well as I am a part of you." He closes what little distance is left between the two of you, the kiss shared between you both filled such passion, that neither of you could deny the love you share for one another. 

"I love you so much, Barbatos," you whisper, after pulling away to gaze into his gorgeous lush green eyes. Even after everything you just experienced together, you can't help the blush that lightly spreads across your cheeks. You didn't really know how Barbatos felt about you, until now. 

"I love you too, my darling human. And I always will," he pledges to you, giving you one more chaste kiss before settling back down. You let out a tiny yawn, nuzzling the crook of his neck affectionately before drifting off to sleep. As his own eyelids grow heavier, he thinks over the events of the day fondly. What at first he thought was an unfortunate fate in turn brought the two of you closer together - something he will always feel lucky and thankful for. One quick little turn of fate, and now the two of you are inseparably entwined, the blood ritual and love-making the two of you shared having stricken an unbreakable bond. The refined butler usually isn't fond of losing his resolve - unless he's with you. You always bring out new aspects of himself he's never seen before - even when he's infected with an mutated strain of vampiritis. You bring excitement when his life is mundane, and he's eager to see how the two of you spend the rest of time together - with or without his newly acquired bloodlust.

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[cloudcountry]

Barbatos and rats for your 1k event :D (I'm sorry-)

how could you!!!! >:0

mc is yearning for barb so hard here i couldnt help myself HELP

BARBATOS + RATS (1k event details)

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You must be seeing things. The sleep deprivation must be getting to you, because there’s no way the all-powerful Barbatos just sprinted down the hallway like his ass was on fire and hid behind you.

“Uh…” you trail off, craning your neck to get a good look at him, “Can I ask what you’re doing?”

“Pardon me.” he stumbles over his words, voice shaking. It may seem a tad sadistic, but you’re curious to figure out what exactly has him so shaken up.

“Oh, you’re pardoned. Don’t worry about it.” you wave away his concerns with a smile, “What’s going on?”

“There is a, um…you-know-what. In the kitchen. I am not sure how the vermin got in, but…” Barbatos shudders, “Please, get it out for me, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind.” you beam.

You might as well jump at the chance to get closer to him, right?

“Ah…thank you. I assure you I will pay you back.” he promises, bowing his head in thanks.

“You don’t have to.” you insist, but Barbatos shakes his head.

“I insist.” he smiles one of his smiles that seems slightly threatening and you know there’s no room for argument, “It would be a delight to have you at the castle again. Please do not take that opportunity away from me.”

Ah, so that was his game.

You shoot him an enthusiastic thumbs up before taking off towards the kitchen, ready to take that rat out of the castle even if it killed you.

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[equizona]

WAIT SHAHSHAHDHSBFNW I SAW NOW- yep. sorry needed the confirmation that your requests are in fact open- anyways. sorry again-

okay so i saw this last night

this but reverse! (specifically requesting for mammon, diavolo and barb but u can put in the other babes too if u want <3)

okay. now angst. imagine.

mc goes up to them to ask for confession tips. they thought mc was gonna confess to them. they get excited. omg- mc likes me? ooooohhhh. and then mc goes up to them the next day or two and they're expecting for mc to tell they like them but oh. mc says the confession tips work and they are now dating the person they like. they're disappointed. it's angst.

thank you! *bows*

(also just wanna tell u ur writing content is great! thanks for sharing em w us <3)

— 「 HEARTBREAK | OBEY ME! 」

feat. Mammon, Diavolo, Barbatos

warnings : None, I think. Tell me if I'm wrong though

note : Aa, I'm very happy to hear you like my writing. And sorry for the long wait. Anyway, my bias for barbatos

— MAMMON

Mammon is scared of hoping, but he still really wants to hope. You're the best thing that's happened to him in so long, and why would you ask something like that if you weren't going to confess to him, right..?

Except, he was wrong. You come to him a few moments, telling him his advice worked and now you're dating– He doesn't even listen to who manged to capture your heart, over his. He can't. He gives you a shaky smile, telling you a half-hearted 'congrats' before he runs off, away from the house.

You won't see him for a while. He has a tendency to run off whenever he's really upset. For his own good, the others will probably avoid telling you the reason. They'll tell you 'he'll be back soon', though soon isn't the same for a human as it is to a demon, and you most likely won't see him again for the remainder of your stay.

He's so torn. He wants to be happy for you. He wants you to be happy, but he is selfish. And he is greedy. And he wants you to be happy with him. Is that so much to ask?

Of course it is. How stupid it was of him to hope for anything other than this outcome. He's stupid. And he's also a bad friend, bad brother, he can't be happy for you, he can't be happy for his brothers, and he can't be happy with himself. He's just a dumb, worthless, useless scumbag who has no reason to exist in the first place. He should have died in Lilith's place. He was delusional to think you could ever manage to love him.

— DIAVOLO

He's usually so observant, he can usually tell the smallest things about people. You weren't any different when you first came to the Devildom, he could read you just as easily as anyone else, except then you became more important to him. And that affection grew into something that made him a little blind, a little stupid over things around him. Whenever you were around, especially.

When you came to him for advice on how to confess your feelings for someone, he was both anxious and eager. Surely, coming to him for advice meant you wanted to confess to him, right? Right!? It had to be!! He was sure of it!

Except he was wrong. You came a few days later, super excited, telling him it worked and how you're now dating the love of your life. And you're thanking him, for helping you find the courage. And find the method. And you won't be able to tell anything is off.

Diavolo has been raised to be able to be the perfect heir, the perfect prince. Never upset, never heartbroken. Always friendly and positive, and strong and brave. Someone an entire country could lean on. And even as he can feel his entire world crashing around him, he will continue to be the perfect prince he was crafted and molded to be. He grins and laughs, and tells you how happy he is for both of you. He says he's happy to help, and how you should all celebrate soon.

Diavolo feels foolish, he knows that love is something he can not afford. He has so much more. He is so much more. He has to be such more. He doubles his efforts. Who cares about love? He has enough love. He's trying to unite the three realms out of love. That is what it's all for, isn't it? He reminds himself he's doing this for love. And he does this out of his love for you, too. To create a universe where you can be in love with whoever you want.

He just wishes someone else would love him back. The way he loves the world, and the way he loves you.

— BARBATOS

Barbatos isn't a person of hope. He doesn't believe in hope. Barbatos works for the best, and then he prepares for the worst because he's never sure if his work is hard enough. Fate is fickle like that. And fate brought him the most absurd thing of all, his feelings for you. And he has worked, he has tried to win you over. He has done his best. He's laughed at your jokes, helped you in any way he can, invested in your hobbies and likes, and shared his own. He's been there when you needed someone, and he's show a shallow layer of vulnerability for the charm. Not enough to scare you away, but enough to make you think he trusts you.

But after he gives you his advice, he already knows it was all for nothing. He can see, see you confessing to the love of your short existence, sees them accepting your love, and he could change the timeline to make you love him, but he knows, that you didn't this timeline, and he feels dirty forcing you to love him, in a way.

But while he works for the best, he prepares for the worst. When you come to tell him, so excited and happy in a way he knows he can never make you, he tells you he was happy to be of help. He gives you a baked gift, just for you both, telling you he knew nobody could escape your charm.

He didn't prepare for the feeling in his chest. He wasn't prepared for the stinging feeling of tears that he will never let run. He doesn't prepare for the feeling of his heart being ripped from his chest and stomped on. Doesn't prepare for the longing, the envy. The want to go back and try again. And he knows he could. Knows he could leave to another timeline where you did love him. Or go back and try again.

But he loves this version of you, and he loves this version of you too much to say goodbye.

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[mia4gotcookiez]

Thinking of writing a fic 🥸🥸

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