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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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Could you do Barbatos and a crybaby mc please?😊

BARBATOS x gn!Reader (platonic or developing feelings/pre-relationship) 1.3k words | SFW | Minor Bullying, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff A/N: I'm weak for soft!Barbatos, I can't help it. obey me m.list

Lavish parties at the Demon Lord’s castle require the utmost care and attention to detail. Barbatos might be exceedingly efficient, but he can’t possibly handle all tasks himself. Little Ds and other castle staff assist him so that trays of Demonus and hors d'oeuvres circle the room; guests never need to go far for refreshments.

With the mundane chores assigned to others, Barbatos focuses his energy on serving Lord Diavolo. He follows the young prince like a shadow, observing all the demons that approach him and make polite small talk. Barbatos pays even more attention to the hushed gossip of the other guests around them. Sometimes attendees with loose lips are foolish enough to think they can share secrets here; they don’t realize Barbatos is always listening.

Barbatos is at his master’s side when a conversation nearby draws his attention. It doesn’t take long to pinpoint where the suspicious whispering is coming from. One of tonight’s out-of-realm guests - a witch with a particularly nasty streak - is gossiping about you to her acquaintances. It’s not unusual for visitors in attendance at these events - demons, humans or even angels - to talk about you quietly. Your presence in the Devildom and the feats you’ve accomplished draw a lot of admiration.

For a smaller group of guests at these events, your achievements makes you a target for scorn and envy. They try to sully your accomplishments with back-handed compliments and barbed insults. The fools that choose to insult you in such a public gathering are usually smart enough to do so discreetly. They should know better than to bully you when they risk being overheard by those that adore you.

Barbatos fixes his gaze on the group of witches and demons not too far from him. The demons can lie and blame their behaviour on the Demonus in their glasses; the human witch has no excuse Barbatos will accept.

He can ignore the petty, jealous remarks she makes that he knows have no merit. However, the witch’s scathing criticisms of you become uncomfortably personal. She laughs about the way you style your hair, your choice of attire for the evening and how foolish you look trying to blend in amongst the Devildom elite like you belong here. She makes a tasteless joke about the special perks you must experience being in a pact with so many demons, and she cackles loudly enough to be heard over the crowd.

Not too far behind them, Barbatos sees you - your eyes water and he realizes you’ve heard her too. He frowns when he watches you back away from the witch and her friends, eyes shimmering as tears threaten to spill over your lashes and down your cheeks. You turn around and head towards the back of the room, disappearing through a doorway that leads to the gardens.

Barbatos spares a glance over his shoulder. Diavolo is speaking to a group of demons nearby, but their eyes meet. Years of working together allows them to communicate with the slightest gestures; Diavolo nods his permission for whatever it is Barbatos has asked; if the demon needs to step away, it must be for good reason.

Barbatos weaves through the crowds smoothly and heads towards the doors you fled through not too long ago. His jaw clenches when he hears the witch laughing again; he reminds himself that it would be rude to interrupt his young master’s party with bloodshed. His tail flicks anxiously behind him.

One of the little Ds floats by with a tray and makes a beeline for Barbatos. He declines the offered beverage, but he whispers something to the small demon before exiting to the gardens to find you.

It’s not difficult to figure out which part of the dark garden you’ve taken refuge in. Barbatos follows the sounds of your poorly-concealed sobs to a small marble bench surrounded by a beautiful assortment of Devildom roses. The ground around you is littered with used tissues and you whimper pitifully when your small package of tissues is emptied.

You don’t hear Barbatos approach, and it’s only when he sits on the bench next to you that you gasp unexpectedly at his presence. You’re overwhelmed with embarrassment - from the witch’s hurtful words and Barbatos finding you like this - and you look away in shame as more tears threaten to fall.

Barbatos places his hand on your tear-stained cheek and turns your face back towards his. He’s not smiling when he wipes away a stray tear. “Come here,” he murmurs when he reaches for you and you let yourself relax into his embrace. He rubs your back when you hide your face in his chest. He can feel your tears start to soak through his shirt, but he doesn’t mind. He cradles you through another wave of sobs and he whispers words of comfort.

He waits until the crying subsides before he leans back enough so he can tilt your face up and look at you properly. He pulls out a handkerchief and dabs gently at your cheeks before he hands it to you should you need it again.

Your lips twitch into a small smile, and his eyes track the movement when your lips part and your tongue wets the dry, slightly chapped skin. When his gaze meets yours again, there’s something questioning in your expression, and he can see his reflection in your eyes when he moves closer to you—

A terrible, high pitched shriek coming from inside the castle surprises you, and you scramble away from him. “What was that?!” you ask in a panicked voice.

Barbatos smirks at the sound of ruckus in the distance. “The Little Ds are evicting an unruly guest. They’ll be leaving shortly.”

He pushes away the disappointment that the moment between you is over and he stands. He offers you his hand and pulls you to your feet. You link your arm with his and lean against him. As you walk towards the castle together, you hear the Little Ds giggling maniacally over the sound of dishware crashing on the ballroom floor.

“What exactly are they doing in there?” you ask Barbatos questioningly.

Before he can answer, the soft splat of cake against the glass doors makes Barbatos sigh. “It looks like they’ve started another food fight. Again.”

He suggested that one of the Little Ds spill a tray of drinks onto the awful witch that would hopefully expedite her departure. He’s not sure what the witch said or did in retaliation that caused the Little Ds to start a brawl. He can see dishes and food flying from within the castle doors. The party has come to an abrupt end, and he hears his young master bidding the guests farewell with barely-concealed amusement.

“I’m sure Lord Diavolo is thrilled by these developments, but he’s never had to scrape buttercream from gold filigree before—“ Barbatos starts to complain, but he looks over when he hears you make a muffled noise. You’re stifling laughter behind your hand, your eyes bright and teary for a happier reason now. The annoyance he felt starts to fade, and he can’t help but smile too.

Barbatos reaches for his D.D.D. when it pings in his pocket. He stops walking to check his messages, but he motions for you to continue without him.

Diavolo: Number 5 and Number 6 had to drag the witch out of the castle. Everyone else left quietly. Diavolo: Your little stunt worked - too well, perhaps. You should see the state of the chandelier. Diavolo: I hope the clean-up is worth it.

Barbatos glances at the door where Number 2 has floated outside to see you. He’s telling you about his noble deeds as he mimics the action of throwing something. The little demon has smears of food on him, and you use Barbatos’s handkerchief to wipe away some of the mess. Barbatos feels warmth spread through him when your eyes meet and your smile is so bright it leaves him breathless.

Barbatos: Indeed it is.

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riverisnotdead · 1 year

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A moonlit date with Barbatos 🥂💚

“You look… absolutely stunning my love.. Thank you for choosing me as your life partner. I love you.”

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nanawritesit · 5 months

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Obey Me! Dateables: Dating a fem!MC with a Kid (Platonic w/ Luke)

Characters: Diavolo, Solomon, Barbatos, Luke, and Simeon

TW: mother!reader, light cursing, kissing, mentions of food, Solomon suggestively calls reader mommy bc he’s Solomon

Y/D/N = Your daughter’s name

Y/S/N = Your son’s name

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Diavolo:

You were walking up the steps of the palace, your suitcase in one hand and your tiny daughter’s hand in the other. After you and Diavolo had made your relationship official, he insisted on moving you and your daughter into the palace. The brothers were sad to see the two of you leave the House of Lamentation, but knew you’d be well taken care of at the palace. Diavolo would make absolute sure of that.

“Dia!” your daughter cheered as you entered the palace, releasing your hand and running up to your boyfriend.

He chuckled and knealt down with his arms stretched out to catch her, then lifted her up in the air and twirled her around. “Hello my little princess!”

You smiled warmly at how affectionate he was with your child, making your way over to them.

He shifted your daughter to rest on his hip, holding her with one arm, and wrapped the other around your waist, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “And hello to my beautiful queen.”

“Diavolo, we’re not even married yet.” you laughed.

“As if that diminishes my affection for you.” he scoffed playfully.

“Dia! I want to see my new room!” your daughter cried, tapping his shoulder repeatedly.

“Okay, okay, let’s go upstairs!” he decreed, motioning you all up the grand staircase.

“What about the rest of our stuff?” you asked. There was still a full truck full of your belongings that needed to be brought inside.

“The movers will bring it all in love. It’s alright.” he chuckled, taking your hand.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to being waited on.” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“I will!” your daughter declared. You both laughed at her enthusiasm before walking down a long hallway to your daughter’s new bedroom. Diavolo set her down and opened the door, flourishing his arm to show off the room. You and your daughter both gasped.

“Oh my gosh! I love it!” your little girl squealed, running inside.

The bedroom was a little girl’s dream. There was a huge pink lace canopy bed, a wall of stuffed animals, a walk in closet full of pretty clothes, a tv and gaming area, and a chest chocked full of toys.

“I know it’s not much, but it’s enough to start out.” your boyfriend beamed next to you.

You whipped your head around to gawk at him. “Are you kidding? This is more than enough. In fact, she doesn’t need all of this.”

“Yes I do!” your daughter refuted, jumping up into her enormous bed.

You were about to argue, but Diavolo placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. You looked into his eyes which were sparkling with sincerity. “We’ll talk about it later.” he whispered.

You nodded, sighing as you looked around the room. Of course, you wanted your little girl to have the best, but you also didn’t want her turning into a spoiled princess.

Later on, after unpacking all of your belongings and eating a fantastic dinner served by Barbatos, you had put your daughter to sleep and were unwinding in your new master suite with Diavolo. He was undressing at the bed and you were going through your nightly routine at your vanity.

“So, can we talk about you spoiling my daughter rotten now?” you laughed, only half serious.

“Yes, my love.” he smiled, removing his tie. “I know it’s a bit much. But I just want you guys to have the life you deserve.”

“We already do Diavolo.” you grinned, turning around to face him. “We’re healthy, and happy, and we’re together. That’s enough.”

He smiled affectionately, walking over and kneeling down in front of you to grab your hands. He looked you in the eye before he continued. “If you’re worried about her becoming a spoiled brat, don’t worry. There’s ways we can teach her to be humble and have gratitude. And if she’s anything like you, she’ll remain kind and compassionate towards others.”

You blushed slightly at his compliment, looking down at your lap. “I just don’t want her thinking that the life I gave her before wasn’t good enough.” you practically whispered, voice trembling slightly.

“Oh, my love…” he sighed, gripping onto your hands sympathetically. “That won’t happen. One day she’ll understand the sacrifices you’ve made for her in the past. But she’s just a girl now. I promise you, everything will be okay.”

“Okay, I believe you.” you exhaled with a small smile.

“That’s my queen.” he praised, kissing you on the forehead. He then hoisted you up from your chair and carried you over to the bed. You were giggling and feigning protest the whole time, until he tossed you into the bed and crawled over top of you. He began peppering kisses all over your face and down your neck, the last one being on your lips. “I’m going to take such good care of you both. I promise.”

You sighed in contentment, ruffling his auburn hair. “I love you so much, my wonderful Lord.”

“I love you too, my beautiful queen.”

Solomon:

“Solomon! Mommy!” your son cheered when he saw you walk through the entrance of his daycare. He began to run over to you with his arms outstretched.

You giggled at his enthusiasm, kneeling down to catch him. You picked him up and placed him on your hip, looking at him with an affectionate grin. “Did you have a good day today?”

Your little boy nodded, then glanced between the two of you. “Did you guys have fun at school?”

Solomon chuckled mischievously before answering him. “Yes we did, especially mommy.”

You rolled your eyes and hit him on the shoulder lightly. “Hush, Simeon! He doesn’t need to know about that.”

“About what?” your son asked you curiously.

“Nothing honey, come on, let’s go.” you told him, making your way out of the day care with a snickering Solomon slinking behind you.

“Mommy made something explode in potions class today.” Solomon blurted out, catching up with you on the sidewalk. You whipped your head around and glared at him, setting your son down.

“Really mommy? That sounds so cool!” he marveled excitedly.

“It was not cool, honey…” you explained, brushing his hair out of his face. “Mommy needs to brew a successful potion in order to pass the class.” You grabbed your sons’ hand to cross the street, and he instinctively reached for Solomon’s at the same time. He always wanted to be between the two of you so you could swing him up in the air.

“Well, Solomon’s a good sorcerer!” your son giggled between jumps. “Why don’t you have him teach you, mommy?”

“Yeah honey, why don’t you?” your boyfriend teased, glancing over at you with a shit-eating grin.

You bit your tongue to keep from snapping at him in front of your child. “Because, dearest boyfriend of mine, I want to pass the class on my own. I’m never going to be a good sorcerer if I always have to rely on Solomon.” you explained through gritted teeth.

“Well, I think you’re a great sorcerer, mommy!” your son praised, looking up at you admiringly. “But there’s nothing wrong with asking for a little help.”

You winced at how sweet your little boy way, kneeling down to take his face in your hands and place a kiss on his forehead. “Thank you, Y/S/N. You’re so sweet and helpful.”

“He gets it from his mother.” Solomon grinned, smiling down at you with sincerity.

You looked up at him, trying to hide the smile that crept its way up your face. You then turned back to your son. “Come on honey, let’s go get some dinner.” you told him, taking his hand and leading him down the sidewalk.

“Or I could make us dinner!” Solomon suggested.

“NO!” you and your child both exclaimed in unison. The three of you all stared at each other blankly for a moment, then burst out into laughter.

“Mommy, can I run to the end of the street?” Y/S/N asked you. You nodded, letting him run off excitedly.

“So, are you going to let me teach you that potion?” Solomon smirked, putting an arm around your waist.

“Fine, fine, you can teach me.” you sighed defeatedly, leaning into his touch. “But I get to decide what we do after.” you winked suggestively.”

“Of course. Anything you want, mommy.”

Barbatos:

Barbatos walked into his bedroom to see his two favorite girls in the entire world curled up in his bed fast asleep. He slowly crept over to your side and sat down next to you, brushing the hair out of your face as he admired your sleeping features. He then gently leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek, making you shuffle awake.

“Good morning, my darling.” he smiled warmly, placing a hand on your cheek. “Breakfast is ready.”

“Awh, you didn’t have to do that, darling…” you pouted affectionately, placing a hand over his.

“It’s alright, really. With Lord Diavolo away on business, it’s no trouble making breakfast for the three of us.” he reassured you.

You rolled over and shook your daughter awake. She sleepily squinted open her eyes, glancing at the two of you. “Good morning mommy. Good morning Barbie.”

You both chuckled at her nickname for him.

“I’ve made your favorite blueberry pancakes for breakfast this morning, Miss Y/D/N.” Barbatos told her with a grin.

“Oh yay! Thank you Barbie!” she cheered, immediately springing up out of bed and running to the kitchen.

Barbatos laughed at her antics over his shoulder, then turned back around to face you. He opened his mouth to suggest following her, however he never got to do so, as you had grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down on top of you, crashing your lips against him.

“What was that for?” he asked, cheeks turning a shade of light pink.

“For being such an amazing boyfriend, and treating my daughter so well.” you told him with a smirk.

“You don’t have to thank me for either of those things.” he grinned sincerely, shaking his head slightly. “I consider them a privilege.”

“Don’t speak too soon. I think Y/D/N wants to have a tea party today.” you giggled, pushing him off of you to get out of bed.”

“Hey, I happen to think I look fantastic in a tiara and a feather boa!” he shouted behind you, chasing you down the hall playfully. You squealed as you ran away from him, until he caught you and twirled you around in his arms. He placed a tender kiss on your lips, yelling away slowly.

“Can you guys please stop kissing and come eat breakfast with me?!” your little girl scowled from the entrance to the kitchen. You both just chuckled, letting Barbatos carry you into the kitchen and plop you down in your chair next to him.

Luke:

“Y/N! Hurry up, we’re gonna be late!” Asmo whined from the doorway. You glared over at him, your son still in your arms.

“In a minute. I need to say goodbye to my little boy.” you practically hissed.

“I’m sorry…” he pouted, backing off. “But Thirteen has the limo waiting outside!”

“Okay, I’ll be down in a second.” you told him, softening slightly.

Asmodeus and Thirteen had insisted on taking you out for a “girls’ night’ saying that you worked too hard and needed a night of fun. You were happy to go, although you were a little nervous about leaving your son for the night. However, the fact that Luke offered to babysit made you feel a lot better. The two were practically best friends, and Luke was highly responsible with him.

“I’m here!” Luke suddenly chimed from the doorway. He took in your glamorous appearance for a moment. “Oh, you look so beautiful!”

“Awh, thanks Luke!” you smiled, standing up and adjusting your dress. “Your timing is impeccable, I was just about to head out.”

“Hi Luke!” your son cheered, running over to him and hugging his knees.

“Hi Y/S/N! Are you ready to have some fun together while mommy is out?” Luke asked him, patting his back.

“Yes! You can go now mommy.” your son instructed, pushing you out the door.

“Okay, okay, one second baby!” you laughed, gripping onto the doorway in protest. “Thank you so much for doing this Luke. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no trouble at all! I love this little guy!” the angel beamed, waving to you. “Now go have fun!”

You had a great time at the club, until it was time to leave and Asmo and Thirteen were shit-faced. You were sober of course, being immune to the effects of Demonus, and had dragged them back to Purity Hall with you. You decided it would be too hard to get them back to their own separate houses and threw them into your guest room together. After tucking them in, you made your way down the hall to Luke’s room.

You slowly creaked the door open and tiptoed in to see Luke passed out on the bed next to your son. Ever since you arrived in the Devildom, your son didn’t like sleeping alone. Luke knew this, and offered to have a “sleepover” with him in his bedroom so he wouldn’t feel embarrassed asking to sleep with him.

You smiled affectionately at the sight of the two of them so peacefully asleep next to one another. You crept over to the bed and placed a small kiss on both of their foreheads. “Goodnight, my sweet boys.” you whispered. You then walked across the hall to go knock on Simeon’s door and ask if you could bunk with him for the night.

Simeon:

“Alright, wash your hands sweetie!” Simeon instructed, placing a stool against the sink for your daughter to stand on.

“Okay Simey!” she replied, hopping up to do as he said.

You smiled as you tied your apron around your waist. Simeon had bought matching ones for the three of you specifically for this occasion.

Your daughter was obsessed with Simeon’s baking. To her, his desserts were the best in the universe. And she honestly wasn’t wrong. A few days ago, while you were all eating the cupcakes he made, your daughter asked if he could teach her how he made them. Simeon, who absolutely adored your daughter, was happy to oblige, and now that it was the weekend, here you were doing so.

“Mommy! Wash your hands too!” your little girl instructed you.

“Okay, I’m coming!” you chuckled, tying your hair up quickly before rushing over to the sink.

“Alright, are we all clean?” Simeon asked, drying his hands. You both nodded. “Okay, let’s move over to the counter and start on the batter!”

You scooted your daughters’ stool over so she could help, placing her between the two of you. Simeon began going through the recipe, teaching your daughter how to measure the ingredients and carefully dump them into the mixing bowl. You were the designated mixer, stirring the batter after each addition.

“You’re a natural, Y/D/N!” Simeon praised your daughter as she measured the sugar all by herself.

“Thanks Simey!” she replied, a happy grin wide on her face. “Mommy’s doing a good job mixing too, isn’t she?”

“Yes she is.” Simeon smiled, looking at you overtop of her head. He shot you a playful wink, making you blush slightly.

“Do you want Simey to teach you how to crack an egg?” you asked your little girl, wiping your hands on your apron.

“Yeah! He does it so cool!” she cheered, glancing over at Simeon excitedly.

He couldn’t help the flustered grin that made its way onto his expression, chuckling as he grabbed the egg carton. “Thank you so much, sweetheart. But it takes a bit of practice to do it well! You have to tap the middle of the egg on the edge of the counter, hard enough to break the shell but light enough so that it won’t explode. Then, you dig your thumbs into the crack and pull the shell apart, letting the egg fall out.” Simeon explained, doing the steps as he said them. The egg landed perfectly into the mixing bowl, making the two of you gasp in awe and applaud him. He did a little bow while laughing, then handed one to Y/D/N. “Your turn.”

“Yay!” your daughter exclaimed, lining the egg up with the end of the counter.

“Just be careful sweetie, don’t-“ you started, but were interrupted by the egg splattering all over the counter. “Hit it too hard…” you sighed in defeat.

“I’m sorry Simey…” your daughter said meekly, glancing up at Simeon with wide, teary eyes.

“Awh, it’s okay sweetie, really!” Simeon reassured her, grabbing a washcloth to wipe up the egg. “You should’ve seen the first egg I ever cracked. Mine exploded so bad that it ended up on the ceiling of Archangel Michael’s kitchen!”

“Wow, really?” she giggled, wiping her eyes with her arm.

“Yeah, really! It’s okay, hardly anyone does it right on the first try.” he explained, patting her on the shoulder. “I’ll do the egg cracking just this once, then you can try again next time, okay?”

“Okay Simey!” she smiled. “Can I mix them in, mommy?”

“Sure, sweetie.” you told her, handing her the mixing spoon. Once she was occupied, you looked over at Simeon with an appreciative smile. “Thank you.” you mouthed silently. He nodded with a grin, cracking the rest of the eggs.

Once the batter was done, you poured it into the cupcake liners and placed the tray in the oven. Then you told Y/D/N she could go play for a little bit while you and Simeon washed the dishes.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” you told him, elbows deep in soapy water.

“What do you mean?” he chuckled, glancing over at you as he rinsed a plate.

“You’re so good with Y/D/N. She absolutely adores you.” you explained. “And so do I.”

He pouted affectionately, setting down his dish to pull you in for a hug. He kissed the top of your head lovingly, then each of your cheeks. Finally, he took your face in his wet hands and placed a kiss on your lips, deepening it slightly at the end. “Well I absolutely adore you guys too. I’m the luckiest angel in the world.”

You grinned at him lovingly, then leaned in for another kiss. You didn’t care that your cheeks were wet, or that you were getting soap on his apron. Right now you were simply lost in your love for him.

“The cupcakes will be done soon, love...” he whispered, forehead pressed against yours.

“No, I think they need a few more minutes…” you refuted, pulling him back down by the collar to crash your lips against his once again.

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Ballroom Meet Cute with Barbatos

Pairing: Barbatos x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, meet cute, flirting, hand kisses, parties, dancing, gentleman!Batbatos

A/N: Barbatos won the poll so here's the meet cute.

You saw him before he saw you, standing of to the side instead of dancing with someone

He looked like he wasn't bothered by it, as long as he could keep an eye out on Diavolo and make sure he wasn't getting into trouble

It was actually Diavolo who dragged him off to the dance floor just as the slow-dancing started and pushed him forward

Right against you

The first words out of his mouth were apologies because he grabbed your hips to steady himself, he should have... asked

Wow, he was staring at you for a few seconds, his mouth gaping at your dress

Mesmerized by how you look he didn't feel like he shouldn't be dancing with you right now, he bets he made you feel weird with all his staring and not saying anything

At least let him start over and introduce himself

He speaks with such class, his posture perfect, his hand bringing yours to his lips for the softest of kisses that make your heart flutter and your belly warm up

You stop him when he tries to pull away, since the song already started and everyone is partnered up you should at least dance together this one time

Green eyes widen and shine in the light of the ballroom, the ends of his tail curl and loosen a few times before he clears his throat and offers you his gloved hand

A dance with a beautiful lady, of course he would be honored

His dancing is as regal and poise as the rest of him, his pace and steps and posture shining with perfection

Only stumbles when you press a bit closer to him and he feels your breasts against him for the briefest of moments

The amount of times it happens is too much to be a coincidence

Blatant flirting like this makes is calm face heat up, getting pinker and pinker as the song comes to a close and he knows he'll have to dip you down, your lips inches part

Against his will the ends of his tail coil around your leg, lifting it up just a little more then needed

Damn thing has a mind of it's own sometimes

He didn't mean anything suggestive by that, it was fun to meet you and he did enjoy this dance with you

Maybe he's not ready to let you go just yet, would you be up for another dance, or maybe few more, until the night ends

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 8 months

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Feed me, or I bite you

It was entirely unpredictable, or so Barbatos told himself as he glanced at his pocket watch and picked up the pace. There was nothing to be done about the two hours he'd lost this evening.

He's hasn't been this late since he started caring about punctuality, and guilt chills him as he wonders why he had to go and be late for this of all things.

He rounds the corner to find MC stood outside the door of a now closed restaurant, face shadowed by the eave they stood under, dressed gorgeously.

The guilt only grew, apologies on his lips the moment they met his eye.

"I am so sorry, my darling. The Young Master received an urgent missive from the house of Lords and-"

"It's alright." MC replied, immediately calm and smiling at him. "I had a feeling something had gone wrong. Come on, I'm starving."

Barbatos arched a brow as the human looped their arm through his and started down the street. It's well into the Devildom night by now, well past the hour a human would have been close to safe out here, and as they pass a sewer grate, Barbatos smelled blood.

He turned his nose into their hair, showing affection as he pressed a kiss there, even as he scented the faintest trace of blood. "Did someone bother you?"

MC chuckled, absently drawing patterns on his sleeve with their fingers as they walked. "Not for very long. Poor thing slipped."

Barbatos' answering grin was downright demonic. As much as he would have loved to be the one to shred the bastard who tried to touch them, knowing MC looks utterly gorgeous when using their pacts to teach people a lesson is far more satisfying.

"However shall I make this up to you, my darling?"

Without missing a beat, MC replied "Feed me."

Barbatos chuckled, but MC isn't laughing, lips pressed into a thin line and eyes burning into him.

"I'm dead serious mister. I've been standing around outside, with other people around, for two hours. My social batteries are drained and they were on power save mode to begin with: feed me, or I bite you."

The demon prince's butler, a demon old enough to have seen the very worst horrors the world has to offer, shivered and gulped down dread, because an MC who is both physically and mentally drained is only slightly more terrifying than Beel's hunger sprees.

"Right away, sweetheart."

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esmedelacroix · 4 months

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18 days til' Christmas

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Your afternoons were usually spent at Diavolo's castle baking with Barbatos, but today was different because it was Christmas, the most happiest time of the year.

Barbatos was prepping for a big dinner party and you, the seven brothers, the angels, and friends were all invited. That entire group mixed together meant chaos but you and Barbie enjoyed watching all the drama go down anyway.

You were just about to get ready when you realized that you had no idea what to wear. You were on the verge of panicking when you remembered you literally lived down the hall from Asmodeus.

You burst through his door immediately. "Asmo I need help picking out my outfit please come to my room.

"Do you know how to knock?" Asmo asked sarcastically as he admired his nails. He had just painted them in his iconic teal and pink.

"Please Asmo, I don't have time for this get in my room," you demanded rolling your eyes.

"Goodness, looks like someone's eager to get me in their bed," he muttered under his breath smiling to himself.

"I heard that! You're not funny," you snapped.

Oh whatever, what's got your panties in a twist?" he asks as he immediately walks to your closet throwing clothes he doesn't approve of on the ground.

"I just want to look perfect tonight. I haven't seen Barbatos since I got back from Earth from my two , month-long vacation. I want to look great for him," you admitted.

"Well you're not going to look great with this on," he joked as he pulled out a crazy dress that you owned from last Easter.

You chuckled at his stupid joke before sitting at your vanity to start your makeup.

"Um put that brush down. You asked me for help so I'm going to be in charge of your whole look," Asmo explained as he finally pulled out the most beautiful open-back cream-colored bodycon maxi dress.

"Oh my god, I own that?" You asked with shock.

"This is what happens when you stuff all the clothes that we buy when we go shopping together in the back of your closet," Asmo said shaking his head in disappointment.

"Fine, I promise I'll listen to fashion advice more often," you sighed.

"Good because if I catch you leaving the house in sweatpants one more time, it's over for you," he said darkly before laughing to himself.

Weirdo. Sue me for choosing comfort over style. You thought to yourself.

You put the dress on and paired it with a pair of white pumps.

Asmo put your hair and a sort of messy updo that allowed your curls to fall in front of your face framing it perfectly.

"We're not going to do much for makeup since the dress is such a pure clean color we'll go for the same look Asmo explained as put some blush onto your face.

You had no idea how he was so good at it. He knew where and how to apply everything so that you would look almost unreal.

You were finally done it was time for you all to head to Diavolo's house. Naturally, Mammon and Leviathan were fighting the whole way there.

You missed the Devildom so much that it felt like a second home to you.

As you arrived at Diavolo's, Mammon finally piped down and told you about a new watch he had purchased the day before.

Your chatter ended when you entered the main foyer greeted by none other than Barbatos and Diavolo.

"Hello all, Merry Christ-" Diavolo started before you interrupted him by running into Barbatos' arms.

"I've missed you so much," you chirped as you peppered his face with kisses.

"I missed you more," he replied as he placed his hand behind your head and pressed it against his chest.

"Blech! Please guys get a room my goodness," Mammon said as he walked past you straight to the dining hall.

"Mammon, have some manners," Lucifer sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

You and Barbatos just laughed at the chaos already beginning around you.

"Lucifer! It's been too long!" Diavolo exclaimed as he put an arm around Lucifer.

"I was literally here yesterday," Lucifer responded.

"Why don't we all make our way to the dining hall?" Barbatos suggested calmly reeling the group in.

Everyone sat down and broke into conversation and enjoyed their meals.

You and Barbatos were having your own conversation catching up on each other vacations. The only issue was that Mammon wouldn't stop interrupting the two of you.

"I know you're datin' my human and all but I just wanna let ya' know that I was her first," Mammon said glaring at Barbatos.

"That always sounds so wrong when you say it," Barbatos chuckled as he ate. You nudged him and giggled along with his joke.

The two of you tried to talk but there was too much going on. Barbatos suddenly took your hand and whispered in your ear, "What do you say we get out of here?"

You smiled to yourself feeling the heat rise to your cheeks after feeling his warm breath against your ear making the hairs on the back of your neck raise.

Everyone was laughing and conversing too consumed with the festivities to notice the two of you seeking out.

Barbatos brought you to the kitchen and asked if you wanted anything. "Chamomile would be great," you said.

Barbatos made the two of you tea as you sat on the kitchen island talking about the souvenirs you bought for him in Italy.

"I wish I could have come with you, I have been meaning to go to a cooking class there, I noticed you and Diavolo have been taking a liking to pasta recently," he explained.

"I know you would've wanted to but that's why I got you a cookbook made by the infamous Gino D'Acampo!" you exclaimed waiting for his impressed or surprised reaction.

"I'm sorry who is that?" Barbatos asked in the nicest way possible.

You laughed at his effort to not hurt your feelings before explaining, "He is one of the most well-known Italian cuisine cookers,"

"Really? Thank you, you really didn't have to get me one of those," he answered as he gave your hand a squeeze.

"I wanted to," you insisted.

"I love you so much," Barbatos said looking deeply into your eyes.

Barbatos then took your teacup from your hands and put it aside. He then placed both his hands on your shoulders. As the two of you looked at each other enjoying the silence Barbatos leaned in slowly. You could feel his breath hitting your lips.

His lips were almost an inch away from yours. He placed himself in between your parted legs, snaked his hand around your waist, and pulled you in closer. The whole thing was happening painfully slow but the two of you were savoring the moment.

You draped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer for a kiss. You pulled him closer to you slowly and when your lips finally connected it all felt mythical.

The kiss was wet it was hot but it was quick. Rushed. Hands wandering all over. It was messy, improper, and should have never happened. Not there. Not where someone could catch them.

For the first time ever Barbatos gained the traits of Beelzebub. He allowed his hunger for you to consume him. Self-control was thrown out the window.

Barbatos ran his fingers through your hair destroying your updo. Your hair fell to your shoulders and Barbatos moved your hair out of the way so that he could kiss your neck leaving hickys in his wake.

The lustful feeling enveloped the two of you. You were in your own bubble of tension and longing. You hadn't even noticed that Lucifer walked in looking for toothpicks. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt I just-" Lucifer started unable to finish his sentence obviously flustered by the situation the two of you were in.

You fumbled to fix your dress and rubbed the lip gloss that smudged at the corner of your lip.

Barbatos fixed his hair and straightened his collar. "No, I'm sorry. Toothpicks?" he suggested knowing Lucifer far too well.

"Yes, please," he replies awkwardly.

After Lucifer left the room you and Barbatos couldn't help but laugh. "I can't believe that just happened," you giggle.

"We should probably head back," Barbatos suggested taking your hand.

"For sure," you said as you hopped off the counter oblivious to the marks displayed on your neck. Your hair thankfully draped over most of them.

You joined everyone in the room and the festivities continued.

"We can all see those hickies mama," Asmo whispered nonchalantly as he ate his dessert.

"WHa?" you gasped as you looked down and saw the hugest hickey on your neck. You quickly moved your hair to cover the hickies. You heard Asmo stifle laughter.

Barbatos chuckled at your effort to cover the mark and was amused when a couple of people noticed them.

By the end of the party, everyone was tipsy or drunk, everyone except for Lucifer. "Alright now it is time for us to go home," he said motioning for you to come with him.

"I think she'll stay the night we have some unfinished business," Barbatos said shooting him a wink.

He didn't need anything more to get the message and leave with his brothers.

That night you planned on getting freaky but instead ended up falling asleep together the moment your bodies hit the bed.

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scorchingbread · 10 months

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Barbatos Knows pt. 2

afab!mc x barbatos (fluff)

Cw: pregnancy

This was requested, hope this is good!

Barbatos realized that mc was pregnant since he was able to see into the future, and while excited he also didn't want to be the one to give them the news, figuring that was something mc would most likely want to discover naturally on their own. He would however break from his typical riggedness and take breaks to see mc more often, whether it be for tea or just to see them. Expect the same fussing where he would tell the demon brothers to give mc a break every once and a while, plus a mini panic if he saw them picking up something that's even slightly heavy. Barbatos would insist that he could move whatever it was instead.

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the-travelling-witch · 6 months

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𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐦: 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐨

pairing: barbatos x gn! reader

prompt: baking

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“I am most grateful for your assistance today, my dear,” Barbatos said as he led you down the castle halls towards the kitchen. His hand splayed on the small of your back emanated a pleasant warmth even through his gloves and your clothes. “After all, I am not familiar with the recipe you have given me.”

A few hours ago, your demon had texted you, asking if there was something you craved from back home. Reason being, Diavolo expressed the wish to taste some Human Realm baking and Barbatos of course lived to serve. Naturally, there was someone’s opinion he valued as much as that of the Young Master.

“I hardly think you actually need my assistance though,” you chuckled. After much contemplation you had settled on something simple but perfect for the dropping temperatures outside. “If I can make cinnamon rolls without assistance, it’ll be a cake walk for you. I’m actually afraid they’re so far below your league you’ll feel offended.”

“Oh nonsense,” Barbatos shushed you gently as he prepared the ingredients you had listed for him. Turning to you, he gently brushed over your brow with his thumb, smoothing out the frown on your face. “I find that the simplest recipes yield the best result at times. Besides, it would be nice to have something quick to resort to in a pinch.”

“Alright then,” you agreed, pulling on the apron Barbatos had handed you. “I can hardly wait to eat your baking again, Barbs.”

“You know you must only say the word and I will gladly make whatever your heart desires. And do not use the excuse of ‘not wanting to burden’ me, love. You could never burden me.” At his smile, you turned to check if the oven was already preheating or if it was you that was radiating heat. “Now then, please observe carefully and correct me if needed.”

It was not needed.

Barbatos had combined all ingredients as you instructed him quicker than you had seen before and in no time the dough was already sitting under a towel to rise. As he wiped down the counter, which wasn’t dirtied at all, you leaned back and watched the muscles flex and relax under his shirt.

“How peculiar,” Barbtos remarked with a teasing tone, giving you a smile over his shoulder. “I do not recall staring a hole into my back being part of the recipe.”

“It’s the most important step though,” you said without hesitation. Normally, while he was working, Barbatos was the epitome of propriety but with only the two of you around, he too could let the mask slip a little. And he did so when he caged you against the counter.

“Suddenly I am reminded of something which should help shorten the time the dough needs to sit,” he said as his head dipped down so your noses nearly touched. Looking up to see bright specks of verdure focused solely on you, your breath hitched.

“Is there really something that can shorten time?” You exhaled airily, your words fanning over his cheeks as your gaze shifted to his lips. “That sounds impossible.”

“I am positive,” Barbatos whispered before he closed the gap between the two of you in one smooth motion. One of his hands came to hold your chin between his thumb and index finger and he pecked the corner of your mouth when he let you go again.

“Perhaps you are right,” you mumbled, then leaned in again, pulling him in by his apron.

It felt like hardly any time had passed until Barbatos was back to rolling out the dough, spreading the cinnamon over it and cutting the roll into pieces. While he looked like nothing happened at all, his clothes back in place and composure neutral, you could still feel your lips tingle as you tried to straighten out your apron in vain.

By the time the oven beeped your treacherous heart had calmed down again despite Barbatos stealing knowing glances at you the entire time. You were happy when you could inspect the mouth watering cinnamon rolls and blame the heat of your cheeks onto the freshly baked goods.

“They smell delicious, honey. And I bet they taste even better,” you swooned, heart eyes directed at both the tray and the demon responsible. “See, I told you, you could handle it without me.”

“I’d beg to differ, darling,” he smiled at you as he plated a roll and sat it down in front of you. “After all, who else could taste test my creation but you?”

You grinned at him before taking a bite out of the warm pastry. Immediately, the cinnamon-y flavour burst across your tongue as the dough practically melted in your mouth. Closing your eyes in satisfaction, you savoured the treat as you hummed in contentment.

“I take it they are to your liking?” The knowing glint in his eyes told you you needn’t respond for him to know the truth but you did anyway.

“I don’t think I ever had cinnamon rolls this good. They taste fan-ta-stic-,” you sighed dreamily, imagining snuggling up on the couch with a hot drink to pair them with as you conveyed your endorsement by pressing a kiss to both his cheeks and then his forehead between syllables. “You should try them too.”

“Perhaps I shall,” Barabtos mused and then his mouth was on yours, tasting the flavour lingering on your lips. You let out a surprised noise and the demon took the chance to deepen the kiss, groaning against you.

“You’re right, the taste is divine. It might be my favourite yet.”

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tears0fsatan · 6 months

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♰ ・ 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... yokai m!reader, kitsune!barbatos, established relationship though not specified what type of relationship you have with him, literally just domestic fluff and cuddling really lol

:¨·.·¨ ♥︎ a.n... lowkey inspired by this extremely hot fic on ao3 but i thought i'd flip the concept on its head and make this wholesome <3 also just a fair warning i only did some light research on yokais and kitsunes so if i got some things wrong i apologise 🙏

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a shiver shot down your spine despite all feeling in your apparition having been numb since your rebirth, somehow the chilly autumn air of october was the only thing that could bypass your incapability to feel. the one fault that haunted you for centuries to come, the one thing that made you an outcast in your family of fellow yokais, something that made you seek out a different path from your peers.

rather than cause torment or chaos with humans, you chose to live peacefully among them, following their daily routines and such for the rest of your days. you blended in well, no human had ever detected the fact that you weren't like them, that you weren't technically alive. for the most part, you lived in the shadows, maintaining as much distance from people as to not raise suspicions as you could while also keeping a good relationship with those near you.

somewhere along your journey, you encountered another supernatural who believed in the same thing as you did, only he didn't hop around from city to city as often as you did. had it not been for the brief run in at the local supermarket, you wouldn't have met barbatos, a run of the mill kitsune.

at first, he had been apprehensive, naturally. he didn't know whether to determine you a threat or a foe and his sharp, analytical eyes didn't help the intimidation that he exuded. it took a lot of brief interactions before he finally deemed you harmless, merely a yokai who was trying to live a peaceful life of his own. from then on, it was easier to get closer to him to the point that the two of you began living together.

"are you cold again?" a calm voice called out from somewhere in front of you and suddenly the chill you felt melted away, your attention stolen by the green haired kitsune watching you from the doorway that lead to the kitchen with a small smile on his lips, steam from what you knew was tea in the cup he held faded into the air. behind him, you could see his nine fluffy tails waving about, content and free, sheltered away from the prying eyes of curious humans.

"barbatos!" you cried out in pure joy, wasting no time to run towards him and the heat that rolled off of him in waves like sand on a hot summer day. he opened his arms with practiced grace, keeping his tea off to the side as to not let even a single drop spill and accepted your embrace as if he had been expecting it the entire day.

the warmth spread all throughout your body as his lithe arm circled your waist, keeping you close and in the centre of his body warmth just like he knew you needed. a content sigh escaped your lips and you burrowed impossibly closer into him, lapping up the comfort he offered you like a moth drawn to a flame.

"why don't we go inside, hm? it'll be much warmer than the entryway." he offered, the hot breath of his whisper tickled your ear just like his aimlessly swaying tails tickled the back of your hand. you nodded against the crux of his shoulder, inhaling the earthy herbal scent of his tea blends that clung to him that always managed to relax you. limp and pliant in his arms, you let the kitsune guide you inside, manoeuvring you with so much care and tenderness you couldn't help but melt into him.

the soft cushion of the couch gave weight beneath you as the two of you got comfortable on the sofa, still in anothers arm. the cold from your walk that stuck to your skin quickly faded away, overtaken by barbatos's affection and the coziness of the home you two built together. a sigh of content slipped your lips, worming impossibly closer to the kitsune and sucking up all the love he had bared for you out in the open.

lost in the bliss of the strong arms wrapped around you, you hadn't realised that your form had begun to lose its solidity, the energy that kept up your humanly appearance slowly dwindling away. little by little, you began to slip through barbatos, drawn to get to the centre of the heat source like a starved man being lured in by the scent of good food.

"you're like my personal weighted blanket." your mumble elicited a soft, airy chuckle from above. he didn't reply, merely stroking your hair while avoiding reaching too far so his hand wouldn't go through while his other hand drew random shapes on your back, fingers dancing on the edge of your clothes. "well this personal heater will always welcome you at the door during autumn if it means i can get this sort of treatment afterwards."

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lou-struck · 7 months

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A Not-So-Scary Movie Night

Barbatos x reader

Flufftober Day 2: ‘Scary’ Movie Night

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~ You are about to have a quiet movie night to yourself until you are joined by Barbatos, who isn't the biggest fan of the Movie you chose.

The Devildom moon glows a soft orange through the kitchen window as you pull your tray of cookies from the oven. The sweet smell of sugary nostalgia wrapping you in the warm embrace of home.

For weeks now, your little package of cookie dough has been tucked away in the freezer, successfully hidden from the sweet-yet-always-hungry Beel. Just waiting for the right moment to be baked. But waiting can make one feel a bit peckish, so your once-full package of slightly misshapen dough balls has been whittled down to half its size over the course of its short stay.

With the brothers all out running errands, partying, or out doing Diavolo knows what. You knew that the time had come to bake your cookies, put on the fuzziest of socks, and watch some of the Comfort DVDs you brought from the human world. You had just finished ‘The Princess Bride’, and now Ratatouille is next on the chopping block. With the opening credits playing in the next room over, you know you have to hurry so you do not miss any more of the movie.

You carry your still steaming plate of Pillsbury pumpkin-printed cookies over to the couch, where your little cocoon of blankets awaits you. And although your sweets are nowhere near cool enough to start munching on, you can’t wait.

As soon as you bite into the warm dough, the still slightly center hits your tongue with a sizzle. “A-ah, that’s hot.” you gasp, flinching violently at the sensation of your taste buds getting burnt off; the piece of cookie you, unfortunately, swallowed burns from the inside of your chest as you stick your tongue out and pant like a dog to cool yourself down. All the while uttering a string of unintelligible curse words that would make even Satan blush.

“Oh my, Mc. Are you alright?” a light voice says from the doorway. Your shoulders jolt, and head snaps around in an instant to see Barbatos standing in the doorway, a stack of manga in his gloved hands as he regards you with concern.

“Barbatos! What are you doing here?” you try to say, but with your tongue still out, it came across far less dignified than you would’ve liked.

Butler’s eyes crinkle in amusement as a genuine laugh slips past his pale lips. “My apologies mc, I was just dropping off the manga Leviathan lent the young master and heard your little yelp,” he replies, setting down the bundle on the armoire and giving you his full attention. “Are you in pain?”

“Not anymore; my cookies were too hot.” You giggle, holding out the plate of sweets towards him. “Since you’re here, would you like to join me for a movie night?” He takes one of the cookies and takes a clean bite, somehow not spilling any crumbs over the carpet.

His lips turn upward in a grateful smile as he removes his jacket, folding it up perfectly and placing it on the edge of the coffee table. “I’d be delighted; I can’t remember the last time I was free to just sit back and watch a film. Especially if It means getting some alone time with you.”

His words send butterflies into your stomach as you grip the edge of your blanket cocoon and flip it open to let him in. The festive scent of Asmodeus’s fabric spray wafts pleasantly under your nose as you do so.

“That looks cozy,” he chuckles, sliding in next to you. You waste no time leaning up against his sturdy frame and breathing in his naturally clean scent.

“Feels cozy.” you sigh in contentment.

“So what movie are we watching,” he hums, resting his head against your own.

You are so comfortable with him you forgot that there is a movie playing on the screen. “Oh, it’s Ratatouille,” you answer absentmindedly, reaching for another cookie.

“Oh, like the dish?” he hums. “How intriguing; I have been wanting to attempt to make more dishes from the human world; perhaps I shall make an attempt at cooking it next time you come to the palace.”

“Kinda,” it’s more about this Ra…” your voice trails off as you realize this movie may not be the best choice for a cozy night in with Barbatos. The Butler’s dislike of rats surely will taint his movie-watching experience. “Maybe we should watch something else.”

“Nonsense, you must like this movie if you chose to bring it back with you from the Human realm,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. “I promise, no matter what appears on the screen, I will endure it.”

“Are you sure?” you ask.

“Anything for you, my dear.” He has a comforting expression on his face as he turns his whole attention to the screen. Between the Baking of the cookies, the burning of your tongue, and Barbatos’ welcome intrusion, you realize that quite a bit of the movie has passed you by.

As Remy the Rat scampers about Gusteau’s kitchen, you notice out of the corner of your eye that Barbatos’ natural smile is slowly disappearing.

” Is this too much for you, Barbatos?” you ask, noticing the rigidness in the Butler’s poster as he looks on at the scene in front of him in what can only be described as disgusted horror.

“N-no,” he stutters, clearly lying. “But this must be one of those Horror movies the Young Master was talking about the other day. This filmmaker certainly is gifted at making such a bone-chilling plot.”

You try to stifle your laugh by popping a sugar cookie into your mouth. A mistake that leads to you coughing ungracefully as tears prick in the corners of your eyes. “Sorry,” you wheeze, “I forgot to chew.”

He laughs and gently rubs circles into your back. His sharp nails your skin through the fabric of your sweater. “Careful now; you are far too important to lose to a cookie. No matter how tasty they are.”

“Aren’t they amazing?” you giggle, “I’ve been saving them for a special occasion.”

He nods and starts to reach for another cookie but stops himself as he looks at the screen once more. Remy the Rat is making soup. His face loses all color, and he grimaces, the sensation sending shivers through his body. “I believe I have lost my appetite. Why in the three realms is that rodent preparing food?”

“Because anyone can cook.” you tease playfully elbowing him.

“Yes, anyone, not anything. That creature should stay underground.”

“You’re missing the whole point of this movie.” you tease, grabbing his hand. “If it makes you feel better, he will wash his paws before cooking.”

“So much that can do,” he gives your hand another squeeze. “He is still a rat.”

“That wants to be a human,” you add, hoping to make him feel a bit more comfortable with this whole ordeal. He is far too polite to ask for you to turn off a movie you are clearly enjoying, and If you were to try and turn it off yourself, he would insist that you finish it.

“You humans really know how to make a scary movie.” he compliments, his green eyes more focused on finding comfort in your features than the screen.

“Right, a scary movie,” you repeat, playing along with the Butler. You don’t have the heart to tell him that this is a beloved children’s movie back in the human world, complete with a successful theme park ride and an off-Broadway musical.

“I heard that it is common for Humans to watch these kinds of movies with the person they are interested in in order to get them to cling to them for comfort. If you wanted my attention so badly, Mc, you could’ve just asked.”

“It seems you have figured out my whole plan,” you tease, leaning up and planting a rather distracting kiss on his lips. He’ll need it for later on in the movie.

Barbatos’ embrace is thankful as he returns the gesture, His lips hungrily tasting your own as he fills his senses with you and not the Rat-filled atrocity playing on the screen behind him.

Because according to him, nothing is scarier than one Rat in the kitchen…

Diavolo help him…

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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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Hi! Do you think you could do what would lead to a pact with Barbatos? Like, the events leading up to it and what caused it to be made?

This has been sitting in my ask box for a while because honestly, I'm a bit torn between what I think is more likely to happen, and what my undying love for Barbatos wants to see happen.

Due to potential story spoilers for S4, I'm putting my thoughts (and a bonus drabble) under a cut.

As of S4, he's starting to recognize his affections for MC are a bit more complex than just regarding them as the human exchange student, someone else he's obligated to be polite to and take care of because Diavolo expects it of him

He's a real slow burn in a story full of very impulsive and needy demons (and angels, and other humans, and maybe a reaper now, too) but I actually love this about him

I honestly don't think MC would ask Barbatos for a pact, nor do I think he would offer one even if they were in some sort of romantic relationship - if this does come to pass, I am really curious because I think it would require exceptional circumstances

He's the Demon Lord's butler, after all - Diavolo is his priority, and I can't see that changing; forging a new pact has the potential to make him vulnerable, or exploitable, and I don't know if he would accept that sort of risk right now

Lowkey though, I like that MC's pacts (so far) are with the demon brothers - I think it makes their relationships more special for it

That being said, I don't think Barbatos would turn MC away if they asked him for help - assuming it's something he can do that doesn't impact his ability to serve Diavolo, and it doesn't put Diavolo or the Devildom in harm's way

Solomon is a bit of a shady wild card, and the fact that he has a pact with Barbatos where MC may not ever have one - well, I think that makes an interesting dynamic too

Don't get me wrong though - I'm a romantic at heart, and there's something about Barbatos agreeing to a pact with MC as a demonstration of his trust and feelings for them that makes me a little weak

Here's a little drabble about it. 💚

BARBATOS x gn!Reader 0.4k Words | SFW | Fluff, Sleeping Together, soft!Barbatos, Slightly Suggestive

Barbatos is a light sleeper.

He's grown used to getting up in the middle of the night if his Young Master needed him, and he would wake early to make sure the castle staff were each assigned their daily tasks. He personally prepared the morning’s meal and tea, ensuring Diavolo had his breakfast tray and daily paper ready the moment he woke up.

Now, Barbatos sleeps lightly for another reason.

You’re turned away from him, one of your shoulders bare where your night shirt has slipped out of place. When you bury deeper into the sheets, the fabric slips even more, and he can see the edge of his pact mark against your skin.

You’re sleeping so peacefully and he knows he shouldn’t disturb you, but he accepts whatever consequences may come later when he brushes over the mark with his finger. Once he touches you, it's difficult to resist the urge to explore more of your warm skin, to examine the evidence of his claim etched into your flesh.

He slides your night shirt out of the way so he can trace the mark with his tongue. He presses his lips to the mark, pulling your skin between his teeth gently before laving over the indents left behind. The indents of his teeth that litter your skin will fade soon enough, but he sighs with satisfaction anyway - his pact mark will remain until the end of your days together.

He can feel you stirring against him, and he has the decency to pretend to look ashamed that he's been caught. He pulls back slightly and meets your sleepy, curious look when look at him over your shoulder. Sleep fades from your gaze when your eyes shine bright, the corners of your lips lifting into a sweet, dreamy smile.

He wonders what you see that makes your breath hitch slightly, that makes your beautiful eyes shimmer with warmth. You've managed to see past all the masks he wears, the walls he builds to keep pesky emotions at bay. You've claimed his heart for your own, and he gave into the inevitable; he surrendered it willingly at your feet, a prize for the victor, your spoils of war.

He smothers the fleeting twinge of disappointment when you roll over and face him properly, nuzzling against his bare chest and throwing an arm over his waist. He curls his fingers over your shoulder - palm over his mark protectively - and keeps you close, basking in your warmth until his other master needs him.

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potol0ver · 10 months

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Parental instinct

OM Barbatos

Drabble (idk if I’m using that term right) about an idea I’ve been having with Barbatos

Slight TW for mention of childhood trauma (not specified)

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You and Barbatos sit in the castles garden, enjoying some tea. It’s a nice rarity when you get to hang out with him like this, he truly does want to spend time with you like the rest but can’t because of his job. You needed this more than usual, your mind has humming louder with your past than normal.

“Thank you for the tea Barb,” you say happily as he pours your drink, made to perfection.

“Of course MC.” He says with his common smile as he pours himself his cup. Days when you hang out with Barbatos usually are quiet, both of you relaxing in each other’s presence from your busy daily lives, but you could help but feel a different undertone in the air.

“I am not one to judge,” he starts to say after a few moments of silence, “I’d be a hypocrite if I was, I’ve just noticed you haven’t spoken much about your past.” Barbatos sets down his cup of tea and leans back in his chair, looking out into the garden, a rare sight of relaxation for him.

“You, do, have to realize I have a nack for finding children in not so desirable situations…” you set down your cup and freeze a little, not understanding where he’s going with this. “Diavolo with his father not giving him proper attention… Solomon and his complicated up bringing…”

He takes a small deep sigh and sits up right again looking towards you, “and while you are not a child anymore I can recognize that glint in your eye, the sparkle of a child that deserves more than what they were given. I can even spot it in your mannerisms.” Gently, he reached his gloved hands out across the table and held yours hands in his.

“You do not have to tell me what happened, I only ask if you are having trouble getting those memories to quiet down, come to me.” Barbatos asks in a honey like tone as his thumbs rub the back of your hands. “We don’t have to speak, we could bake, I could read something to you, I could hold you while you cry, or we could simply do what we’re doing right now.”

As you process his words you blink and realize you started crying, a few tears staining your cheeks. You look up at him with wide relieved eyes, like a child who found a lost toy. “Thank you Barbatos.” Spoken in a broken hoarse tone was all you could manage without making yourself cry more.

While he didn’t know what happened to you, he knows you need him. While no one might admit it, he has quite the parental instinct in him. Seeing and hearing you right now, he could’ve sworn something in his chest got bruised. Barbatos just squeezed your hands slightly tighter, giving you a small warm grin.

“Of course kid… of course.”

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howdoesagrapewrites · 2 years

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𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣

"That demon butler looks familiar"

A/N: Like I've said as grape anon, I have this headcanon that Sebastian Michaelis is MC's and Barbatos kid. So here's some family fluff <3 Also Sebastian isn't his real name, but for the sake of this, it is now

Barbatos x female!afab!reader (reader gets pregnant and is referred to as "mom")

>You didn't want to rush kids, after all, Barbatos work was absorbing, you were always aware and comfortable with it, but raising a half demon was a tough job to do without help

>However, because of his powers, Barbatos knew you were getting pregnant soon, so you talked about it in all seriousness, and to be honest, the most excited party was Diavolo

>Diavolo even started working harder so Barbatos could be there for you through your pregnancy

>While your husband was making sure the castle would be baby proof, the prince was buying cute little onesies

>The naming bit was... Complicated, As a human, you saw no problems with names like María, or Fyodor, also the demons assured you that they wouldn't take the meaning in consideration, but your life in the Devildom showed you God wasn't the nicest of guys, so naming your baby something like "gift from God"... kinda awkward

>"I like Gabri- shit, that's an angel"

>In the end, there was one name that caught your eye and Barbatos: Sebastian

>"Sebastian" meaning "revered and honorable", inspired by the city of Sebastia (now Divas)

>Even though Barbatos didn't want to use his powers to know the gender of the baby, there was something telling you it would be a boy

>When baby Sebastian finally arrived, you had never seen Barbatos look so joyous, he looked at you and the baby like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen (bc you are)

>He didn't want anyone seeing you two for the first hours after the birth, he just wanted to be with you like nothing else in the world mattered, like there was nothing outside of your room

>"Would you allow me keep you two all to myself just for now? I just need a moment with the most majestic beings in the all the three realms"

>He cries, doesn't let anyone else see it, but he cries. And still tears up a little when he remembers you two made a whole entire being just because you love each other. It's a lot, specially because he was never a child

>Of course he is a pro at children, he raised Diavolo. But sometimes he does feel like he can't be the best parent because of this

>And of course he wants to be the best parent, he has the best child and the best wife

>Sebastian always looked up to his father, but he was the role model, he's a total momma's boy

>Doesn't like when Barbatos does butlery things for you, he gets all pissy and says "I'm mommy's butler! You're dad!"

>Treats Diavolo like a sibling, but he acts like they're close in age

>Runs to his office with candy and tells him "shhh, don't be loud, or dad will get mad"

>Says he likes mommy better but literally squeals when he gets to "help" his dad do something

>Thanks to the constant exposure to Barbatos, he talks really formal, the kid's five and saying "Dad will be most displeased if he finds me eating these cookies" but kind of switches when he's near you or the brothers and a talks like a normal child

>It's not that he feels unrecognized by his father, but because of Barbato's nature, he's always trying to prove that he can do things (even small ones) by himself

>He's eight now! He's a big boy! He can tie his shoelaces!

>It's you that always thanked him saying "Thank you Sebastian, you're one hell of a butler" and he just... Kept that, forever

>Was literally born a perfectionist and will throw a tantrum if someone messes with his toys, only Barbatos can calm him when he's like that

>Out of everyone, his uncle Satan is his favorite, he's always borrowing books from him and Satan was the first one to show him the world of cat loving

>Likes Lucifer but thinks is funnier to mess with him rather than to spend time with him

>Ages very fast for demons, his parents know this but still it's really weird for most demons

>I headcanon that every demon has a particular sin (Barbatos being greed because of his lightstick) and he's a wrath demon

>His "true form" it's actually him using his powers to scare the shit out of Diavolo

>When he's working for Ciel, he still visits, but he tries to get his professional life absolutely distant from his personal life

>So he's much less perfect prim and proper in reality, that's just him being professional

>Talks shit about EVERYONE during the holidays in the devildom

>"I mean, how can you forget to prepare a bath?! That's servant 101! It's like these humans aren't good for anything!"

>"...Sorry mom, you and me both know I'm not referring to you"

#barbatos x you #om! barbatos #shall we date barbatos #obey me barbatos #Obey me x reader #obey me x mc #Barbatos x mc #barbatos fluff #sebastian michaelis

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