“The Most Beautiful Angel.”

I think we are all well aware that I love Barbatos too. So, here is some pictures/cards I have of him! 🥺

~Here are some chat pictures~

Finally, here is a cute picture I found of him.

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I love Diavolo’s being darkest, since he’s the future demon king.

[MC and Satan texting]

MC: Congrats, Satan!

Satan: For what?

MC: *Sends a picture of Diavolo proposing to Lucifer under an apple tree*

MC: For becoming the stepson of the Demon Prince!

^Satan has blocked you^

MC: Solomon and I are no longer dating The brothers: YAYYYYYYYYYYYYY- Solomon, rushing in beside MC: MC I told you this was a horrible way of announcing our marriage

The door to the common room opened as the eldest let himself inside, a curious arch to one of his eyebrows. "So here's where you all were," Lucifer sighed suspiciously, taking note of how everyone-- including MC-- was shifting in their seats, trying not to smile. "Do I even dare ask what--" The corner of his eyes spotted a small creature sneaking up behind him. His hand immediately pressed to his chest, his lips forming a tightly pressed line as he seemingly lost the air in his lungs. Catching his composure, he turned his head back to his brothers and the human in his care, shooting them all a frustrated glare. "What the hell is this doing here?"

The demon of Pride gestured down to the fluffy black and brown puppy that was no bigger than his shoe and currently busy attacking one of his shoelaces. His gaze did not leave the pup for a single second.

"I'm makin' some money. Don't worry about it," Mammon assured him, leaning back against the couch and observing his older brother with a deeply focused gaze. "Dogsittin' for a day or two."

Asmo and Satan shot each other competitive looks from across their seats.

Annoyed that he wasn't consulted first, Lucifer shook his head a bit as the puppy bounded away from his shoe and towards a dust bunny on the ground. "Well, as always, you're doing a terrible job," he huffed, quickly stepping forward and scooping the animal off the ground and tucked against his chest with one arm. The other free hand was used to pull the dust and fluff from the creature's mouth. "You mustn't have anything on the floors. They need to be looked after constantly. Not to mention a strict schedule." The puppy licked at his fingers and chewed playfully at his tie, tugging on it. "Honestly... as if any of you are responsible enough to take care of anything. Isn't that right, little one?" As he spoke, he began to take a few steps back towards the doors, scratching under the dog's chin with his eyes closed and just the faintest touch of pink on his cheeks. Lucifer left just as quickly as he came, taking the dog with him.

All the brothers leapt to their feet, pointing at each other.

"I told you he wouldn't gasp! That's five Grimm!" Asmo pointed towards Satan, who cursed and groaned in annoyance.

"But," Mammon smirked, a little smug laugh following his words. "He swore. Which means little Belphie has something he owes me." The youngest rolled his eyes before chucking his Grimm at the demon of Greed.

Beel finally spoke up with a grin on his face. "He did the baby voice at the end. So that means Levi gives me snacks right?"

"W-what?! That didn't count! So what if he gushed just a little?.... Alright fine, whatever, I'll let you have my pudding..."

The human looked at each and every one of them, more of a devilish look in their eyes than usual. "Do we want to make bets on if he's snuggling the puppy right now?" Everyone seemed to snap to attention at that. MC grinned. "The person who gets the best photo of him cuddling wins 20 Grimm."

happy fnaf movie (uk) release day!

don't mind me... just thinking about the dateables slowly dropping the rest of their roster for you as they fall head over heels...

diavolo // barbatos (you are here) // simeon // solomon -- x gn!reader, NSFW below the cut

barbatos, who will always be there for lord diavolo. when the idea of an exchange program first popped in the prince's head, barbatos was the backboard in which diavolo bounced his ideas off of. humans and angels in the devildom? how would we keep them safe? what would their curriculum look like? the program slowly molds into shape with each of these conversations. he watches as the idea grows to a proposal, then a plan, and finally, a real project to work towards. the prince is always chipper when discussing the program. a few nobles doubt that the plan will come to fruition, but barbatos has long since learned that doubting the prince will only motivate him more. when the day of the exchange program begins, barbatos watches with a small, almost entirely smile as the future king of the devildom welcomes the new students to his academy.

barbatos, who lives to please. it's his purpose, his sole duty in the devildom day in and day out. when lord diavolo orders him to make sure you feel welcome, he does the job with flourish. your favorite desserts are always at tea when you visit. he's sure to answer any questions or concerns you have promptly as you tour the castle. he even loosens the leash on the young master just a little as the two of you grow closer, giving him some grace to spend time with you over staying cooped up in his office-- so long as you continue to enjoy yourself. maybe somewhere along the way affection blurs into duty, obligation fading into genuine interest. he's there to lend a listening ear, to be a shoulder to cry on or a hand to hold should you so desire. barbatos never oversteps his bounds, for that would be wholly unprofessional. but he never speaks up when you linger in the kitchen, shuffling in your spot as you babble on about whatever comes to mind. he never rushes you out after a long day at the castle visiting the young master, even when the skies are dark and lucifer is impatient to know your estimated arrival time back at the house of lamentation. it's the little things that let you know he cares... maybe even a little more than he believes he should.

barbatos, who doesn't mind your company-- even if you're a little distracting. your laughter echoes through the garden, giddy chirps quickly becoming loud, joyous barks of noise as little d's bound around your feet. their voices overlap, all too excited to be avoiding their gardening duty, as they bombard you with jokes and stories. barbatos should send them on their way. but you look so happy. you once said that they reminded you of dogs from the human realm with the way they darted around and got into trouble. the metaphor wasn't perfect, considering they were still conniving little demons, but they'd suffice. anything to ease your homesickness, after all. he doesn't even realize the tree trimmers in his own hands have stalled until you cry out-- how long had he been watching you? in a moment of darting demons and misplaced footsteps, you tumble to the ground, tripped by one of the little d's. he knows it's an accident, but his tone is venomous as he tells the demons to get away from you. they scatter like roaches. he's quick to make his way to your side, and you laugh, brushing off his concerns as he helps you up. but look. your palm is red and irritated from the impact. it's not enough of a scrape to draw blood, but you still got hurt. barbatos bows deeply to apologize for allowing them to take things too far-- he should have been watching better. he'll find a fitting punishment for them, although he doesn't share that with you. your hands wave in panic as you assure him no, it's okay, don't apologize! he inspects the injury again, gloved fingers gliding against the wound, watching your face from the corner of his eye to see if he's causing you any discomfort. you appear to be fine. barbatos does the courteous thing-- surely, that's the only motivator for his actions, nothing else-- and presses a soft kiss to the wound as a final, silent apology. your eyes are wide when he meets them again, lips curling nervously into an uncertain smile. if he didn't know any better, he'd say you look like you're already plotting your next injury. maybe that's just his imagination.

barbatos, who has grown. who has lived a long, long life, and will continue to live far into the future, where the human mind can no longer perceive time. he was around long before you were a fruit on your family tree-- hell, he was probably born before it was even planted. he's seen civilizations rise and fall. greed has swallowed whole kingdoms under his silent watch, castles crumbling under the weight of their own hubris while he didn't say a word. humans are so flawed, so sinful. he's never cared much for their weight in his life. he used to think the realms were better off separate-- until he met the young master, of course-- but now he knows where he was wrong. your clumsy fingers fumble with the ingredients, their foreign colors and textures tripping you up as you follow the recipe he wrote out for you. he has to stop himself from micromanaging you. barbatos watches you from the corner of his eyes as he kneads out the pastry dough in his hands. the cultural exchange must be hard for you, even after all these months you've been immersed in demon culture. he doesn't think about it, didn't think about it, until one of the brothers brought it up in passing. how strange. you've adapted quite well to everything. his mind wanders as he watches you look between measuring cups. how long as it been? how long have these sorts of feelings been dormant in him, this level of passion for another living creature? you captivate him like no other. when he was a younger demon, he spent years wandering, indulging every hedonistic desire he had. there were countless lovers left in his dust, tangled bedsheets and broken hearts trailing back to the dawn of time. it'd been a long time since he bothered to look at anyone romantically, even longer since someone stirred these feelings up on their own. yet here you were. special, truly. a grin split your face, and barbatos watched as you did a little dance to celebrate your successful attempt at completing this portion the recipe. praise flowed like warm honey from his lips. his words made your grin wider, if at all possible. you crossed the counter to press a giddy little kiss against his cheek, and he stilled for a long moment. how did a little kiss affect him so? this, he might never realize. he broke the spell with a small chuckle and returned the favor-- properly, this time, pressing his lips against yours for a moment before refocusing your attention on the desserts you had yet to finish. he'd met a lot of humans in his lifetime, and yet there was something about you none of the rest of them had. but what? he'd gladly spend as long as he needed to in pursuit of that answer.

barbatos, who will never get tired of a quiet morning. they're rare in his profession-- usually he's up early, silently pattering about as he begins preparing to wake the rest of the castle. but today that is not the case. today he's curled around you like vines on ruins, body intertwined with yours until he hardly knows where he ends and you begin. the crypt he calls a room is dark at all hours of the day, only illuminated by candles and other such lights when someone walks in. but you've got a special lamp from the human world that brightens your room in tune with the time of day, like the sun in the human realm does naturally. the warm light caresses the curve of your cheeks, the curl of your lips, the fluttering of your eyelids as you begin to stir. there's a part of him that wants you to stay asleep. he wants to observe your drowsy form a little longer, to burn the shape of you into his brain so he'll never know another moment without your face. but your eyes open, and you smile-- maybe having you wake up isn't such a bad thing. you rasp a good morning. he returns the favor. and when you kiss him good morning, he again follows suit. it's lazily, all warm lips and breathy chuckles as your hands come to his cheeks. his arm was already wrapped around your side, and barbatos takes the opportunity to rub circles into your back. neither of you pull away, and lazy kisses grow more heated when left to progress. his lips trail across your skin, breath tickling your collarbone, your sternum, your stomach, until he reaches the waistband of your sleep shorts. he spares you a quick glance to see you nod, easing yourself out of your lower garments with his assistance. his tongue laps softly at your sex, eliciting a content sigh from you. your thighs wrap carefully around his head, and his arms link around them to hold you close. sleep clings to your skin like his touch. it's all light, all careful, his lips wrapping around your sex and sucking just enough to make you whine. it's a gentle build up of pleasure inside you. his fingers replace his lips somewhere along the way, stroking you as his tongue moves instead to your hole. his tongue pushes shallowly inside you, alternating between lapping and thrusting in a way that leaves you squirming around his head. trembling fingers grip his hair when you eventually climax. there's love in his eyes and in his smile as he licks his mess clean, his spit mixing with yours juices around his mouth and between your thighs. he only moves when you murmur something about wanting him inside you-- that catches his attention, and he's quick to finish cleanup before slipping out of his own clothes. he needs nothing more than a simple kiss to be prepped for you after such a wonderful show. your pleasure is his pleasure. his lips meet yours, and he lines himself up carefully before pushing into your hole with a few languid, easy thrusts. a sigh catches between your joined lips-- is it his, or yours?-- and he waits a moment before moving inside of you. you exist in many timelines, many worlds, all living different lives with different people. but he is eternally grateful he lives in this one. he couldn't imagine every being content after having you like this, ever craving someone else like he does you. a lifetime without you is simply not worth living in-- that, barbatos is sure of.

taglist for this series: @the-demonus-aunt // @scienceisfornerds // @hostilemakeover // @snow-fall1 // @kachan890 // @rphantom1 // @respitable // @deepseafragments // @niinian

I love these idiots so much

I couldn't resist your (@boxbusiness) AU, so i draw it. YAS, Asmo is so mother 4 us all...😭 God, when the sequel?? I am ready to absorb this content in batches y'know.

The fact that Solomon agreed to doing this really tells me all i need to know about him

i love how lucifer even attempted to do a peace sign

Imagine going into class and seeing your countries legal officers posing like jojo characters

This photo is like, the best thing ever. also why does lucifer look drenched

HE’S POINTING AT IT SO ACCUSINGLY OH MY GOD

AHAHGS THEY LOOK SO SCARED OF THE DRAWING

Some ✨magical mishaps✨ happens (maybe MC is trying a new spell or something, not super important HOW it happens) but Lucifer gets turned into one of those hairless cats 

Cut to Satan standing a few feet away having a fit of sorts trying not to break down and pet his older brother. 

hepsjishsj Lucifer as a hairless cat is my new favorite thing lolol

Lucifer ↓

Meanwhile Satan is standing off to the side, telling MC they have to use their pact magic to tell him to sit and stay!!! No matter what happens he absolutely cannot pet Lucifer!!!

Like it’s a matter of life or death for Satan!!! He absolutely can’t pet that cat no matter how cute Lucifer- it is!!!

Mammon looks so cute with his pigtails 🤲💞

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