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afab mc on their period and sylus comes over and is like, what can i do
and mc is like….. on one hand, wants sylus to crack their back, on the other hand, afraid that the pressure on their back might squeeze them like a ketchup bottle
sylus insisting it doesnt matter and he can do it and it’s literally the most satisfying crack ever
INCOMING!—☆
Your S/O makes you squirt for the first time
Time-Skip Takemichi/Howl Pendragon/Sebastian Michaelis/Son Goku
Female reader / Reader with a vagina
Minors do not interact cause I know you gone read the shit anyway 🙎🏾♀️
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Takemichi—
TAKEMICHI’S EYES WERE WIDE AND BLOWN OUT
the space between his brows wrinkled as he panted. His beige skin was heated to the touch as his sweat began to dampen his feverish skin. The man’s heart thundered and reverberated within his eardrums as his blue eyes focused on where the two of you were connected.
You were on top of him.
Your upper body was leaned back, your hands on either side of his spread legs. Your breast bounced with vigor, your skin just as sweaty as his. Your legs were parted, exposing your most intimate parts to your lover as you bounced on his cock.
Takemichi’s wide eyes drunk at the sight of his cock spearing into you each time you dropped down on his cock. He could hear the lewd squelching of your pussy welcoming his cock each time, and the slapping of your ass against his pelvis and upper thighs. Your meaty thighs and ass rippled as you bounced on him, and your head was thrown back in ecstasy. The male’s hands gripped your hips for something to hold onto, occasionally gripping your soft flesh, or pulling you harder down on his cock while he lost himself in the feeling of your velvet walls hugging him, and sucking him further inside of you. The crown of his cock jabbed at the soft spongy part of you, provoking you to chase your orgasm as the sensation fluttered through you, the turmoil building in your lower belly began to grow.
Takemichi couldn’t understand what came over him.
But his dominant hand let go of your hip so he could harshly flick his fingers back and forth against your swollen clit.
“Fuck—yes!” you sputtered as you felt as if you were coming. It was an intense feeling that rushed over you as a sudden spurt of wetness sprayed Takemichi’s lower half. At the same time, he bucked his hips upward, cumming deep inside of you.
The man tensed, eyes wide as he halted, looking down at what had happened as you flopped back, your back over the lower half of his legs.
He seemed to marvel, slightly gasping as his hand grasped the top of your thigh to lightly shake your leg. “_,” his brows raised, “babe!”
You were out like a light.
He sweatdropped, still in awe at what happened. He hadn’t anticipated you to cum as hard as you had done.
He could hear you softly snoring.
For now, he would pull out, clean you up, and then tuck you in.
His mind was still racing about what happened. He felt his lean chest swell with pride that he had managed to make you squirt like that. Usually, he’d see that in porn flicks or on those ridiculous porn ads that pop up on other websites. He had never seen it happen in person with someone else until now.
TAKEMICHI WAS MENTALLY PATTING HIS BACK
Howl—
HOWL HAD YOUR ASS HANGING OFF THE FOOT OF THE BED
he had your legs raised as his hands grasped tightly to the back of your knees, bending them back slightly. You swore he thought you were some sort of contortionist the way he would bend you in odd angles.
You’d think complaining about being so sore and not so flexible to the man he’d ease up a little.
Your toes curled as one of your arms extended above your head on the bed, gripping the soft blanket and sheets of your shared bed. Your unoccupied hand furiously rubbed harsh circles against your clit as Howl unrelentlessly jutted his hips against your ass. Your skin rippled as his balls slapped against your ass from how harshly he was stuffing his cock into you. He kept your legs spread to watch you rub your clit eagerly, his blue eyes wide with excitement.
The two of you were doing your best to remain quiet amid the night so as to not wake anyone else in the cozy castle.
Your hand loosened on the sheets and you clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle the sudden cry that wanted to flee from the depths of your throat.
“Right there,” your shaky voice spoke through your fingers after spreading them.
With your legs in his hold, he was gripping onto you tightly as he raised them a little higher, the lower half of your body going up as his cockhead began massaging against that soft spongy spot within you. Repeatedly pressing against it with the roll of his hips. You stopped your hand momentarily as your legs began to shake and a rush went through your body. Your lower belly tensed, and your walls clenched around him, holding him snugly in place, making it difficult for him to pull out to push back in as he started cumming.
Howl’s blue eyes sparkled in awe at the rush of wetness that spattered against his lower belly, dripping from his skin now. Your mouth parted in a silent scream as you arched your back and turned your head slightly, your whole body trembling in account.
You were panting, your chest heaving. Your eyes were cloudy and somewhat teary, and your hands were limp at your sides.
Howl couldn’t help but chuckle, he brushed gentle kisses against the inside of your calf. “Beautiful,” he praised you, continuing kissing your feverish skin.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. You were so good for me,” he murmured, striving to keep quiet still. Glancing at a window, he noted that the sun was gradually ascending through a beautiful haze of orange and pink clouds.
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AS DEMONS
you and Sebastian were pretty smug, especially when it applied to showing one another up. Whether it be in front of the Phantomhive staff, in front of the young earl—and especially in bed.
Sebastian tangled a hand in your locs, tugging a few of them in his grasp. His other hand raked his black fingernails against your naked back, leaving red thin lines in their wake. The disrupted skin welted with small beads of blood but they would eventually heal by the time morning rose.
FOR NOW
Sebastian’s sharp teeth harshly bit into your shoulder, staking his claim on you as your sharp nails scratched his broad chest. His dark hair was a mess, strands sticking upward, and in odd directions, if anyone saw him with such imperfections in his hair they’d think it was uncharacteristic of him.
You, however, were much more used to the sight of his ruined state.
He was on top of you, lapping at the blood that surfaced from your bitten skin. He brushed his red lips against the wounds as small apologies, his hips recklessly rutted against yours, his cock plowing inside you provoking your walls to spasm as you raised a leg.
In his ear, he could hear the sharp gasp that pierced from your throat. He could feel the way your body pulled tautly and your breast pressing against his naked chest as you arched your back from the black abyss that was your nest. Dark feathers gradually showered the area, some landing on your lover’s head or brushing against his back. A few landed on your chest when Sebastian would lift his upper body, or landed in the wake of your locs that pooled around your head.
HERE, YOU COULD BE AS LOUD AS YOU WANTED
You could scream, you could be as rough as you wanted with him, and the same applied to him for you, without interruption from concerned staff members.
Your head leaned back, your chin raised, exposing more of your neck as you choked out a cry. Your plush lips were parted, sharp teeth gleaming from an unknown light, and your triangular tongue slightly lolling from your mouth. Sebastian watched with sadistic glee, his eyes squinting slightly as a smirk smeared his bloodied lips.
With one last thrust upward, jabbing into a spot he knew all too well, he watched in fascination as his balls tightened and began cumming—filling you to the brim with his seed—as your hips stuttered and your essence sprayed the lower half of his stomach.
He was far too used to the lewd sight of you squirting.
HE WAS OBSESSED WITH GETTING YOU TO DO IT
OVER AND OVER AGAIN TO BE FRANK
He felt a sense of pride watching you writhe beneath him as your body would jolt. In reaction to so much pleasure, that it was almost painful, your hands would push at his chest, one eyelid hooded, and lower than the other, as you hissed.
He gave a deep chuckle, tilting his head to kiss your cheek.
“Asshole,” you murmured when your body settled. A purr rumbled from your throat, basking in his warmth as his chuckling proceeded.
“Now, now, let’s not be harsh. What sort of mate would I be if I couldn’t satisfy you so immensely.”
He laid on top of you on purpose, his face hovering over yours as that smug expression haunted you for the remainder of you being underneath him.
“Don’t you dare-”
“I’m simply one hell of a lover.”
He beamed as you groaned at that stupid catchphrase.
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Goku—
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SAIYAN MEN WERE A DIFFERENT BREED
you knew that for a fact with the way Goku acted behind closed doors within the privacy of your cozy home.
Normally his eyes were wide with glee, puppy-like happiness that would swirl within his dark eyes. His smile could light up an entire planet, presenting those pearly whites.
HOWEVER
Your back arched as your fingers gripped onto the sheets of your shared bedding. The bed squeaked under the pressure of Goku’s relentless thrusting. His vast hands were practically bruising your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, hooking into you to pull you back onto his cock. His narrowed eyes would often ascend your arched spine, watching sweat glide down your skin. His dark eyes descended your spine anew, a dark purr grumbled at the base of his chest, watching his length slick into you. There was a white ring of your juices coated around the base of him, his heavy balls slapped against your slit, and the sonance of your whimpers was like music to his ears.
You were drooling, completely drunk off the bliss of his cock stuffing you full. Your head was perched on a pillow you pulled closer to your person.
Your hips bounced as his cock continued its assault, and with each bounce, your breast followed. Goku was hypnotized with the way your ass rippled from each buck of his narrow hips. Your thighs were parted, and your knees would shift, in an attempt to crawl away as the tempo of his hips fucked you quickly.
He roughly pulled you back, forcing his knees on the bed, on either side of his.
“Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!Fu—ck!” you babbled, chanting the curse word as quick as his hips were moving.
Your lips parted as thunder rumbled in the sky outside, lightning brightening the dark clouds as you cried out. Messily, his cock slipped out of you, cum spurting on your lower back and one of the cheeks of your ass. In unison, your hips twitched, cumming harshly as you squirted with a force, dampening the sheets of your bedding, pooling between your knees.
Goku jerked his hips slightly between the cheeks of your ass to get out of his rut, cum leaking from the crown of his cock.
He huffed, still holding a tight grip on you.
His chest was still rumbling as he watched his cum gradually descend your outer thigh and roll past the cheek of her ass. He felt as if he were marking his claim on you further, his purring growing louder as he licked his lips.
He barely acknowledged the dampness under you both, his hand smearing his cum on you further in satisfaction.
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Summary: MC has finally regained their true, human form after living in the Devildom as a sheep. They are excited about spending the night over at Purgatory Hall for the first time as a human, however a little problem sneaks up on them while they are there.
Simeon x afab!MC
CW: MC has a vagina and menstruates. Period content and blood mentions.
A/N: @b3lph1es-p1ll0w kindly asked me to write an Only Human story for Simeon, and I was more than happy to! Seriously to look back on my very first one, i'm so proud of how much its evolved. This one turned out so cute, and it's a little longer since there aren't as many of the side characters. Plus I have a soft side for Simeon hehe I hope you guys like it! I plan on writing for Diavolo, Barbatos, and Solomon as well!
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Only Human
Simeon
You had been looking forward to your sleepover at Purgatory Hall all week. You practically jumped for joy as your classes at RAD finally let out for the day, and you raced home to begin packing your things. Your heart flutters in your chest at the thought of spending time with Simeon, Luke and Solomon for the first time since you regained your human form here in the Devildom. A slight burn spread across your cheeks as your thoughts wandered back to a certain Angel that you were especially looking forward to spending time with. You were just finishing packing your bag when all of a sudden, a dull cramping sensation formed in your lower stomach. You gasped, resting against the bed as you waited for the feeling to pass. Thankfully it was gone as quickly as it came on. What was that all about? You thought, rubbing your stomach with your hand. The vibrating from your D.D.D. alerted you to a message from Solomon, who had walked home with you from RAD.
Hello, MC. I’m waiting in the entryway for you.
I’ll walk you to Purgatory Hall, the others are waiting there.
You shake your head as the previous excitement returns to bubble up in your chest. Quickly, you grabbed your things and began to head out to walk to Purgatory Hall with Solomon.
When you arrive, Simeon and Luke are already preparing an array of different foods for dinner, along with a variety of sweets for dessert. “MC! Welcome!” Luke shouts, dropping what he’s doing to run over to you. His big, blue eyes are shining as you hug him, thankful that you finally have the ability to hug them all. “Thank you Luke! It smells amazing in here. You guys have been working hard, I can tell.” The little Angel smiles wide at the compliment. “Awe it’s no big deal really. But I can’t wait for you to try out the new cake I just made!” Your stomach rumbles at the thought of what decadent meal the Angels have been working so hard to prepare. “I seriously can’t wait.” you practically drool. Luke giggles, running off again back towards the kitchen. “Forgive him, he’s very excited to have you here in your true human form.” A warm voice, smooth as honey sounds from across the room. Simeon’s bright smile captures your attention as he makes his way into the living room, and you can’t help yourself from running over to wrap your arms around him. “Simeon!” you gasp, squeezing him. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you as well. “Hello, my little lamb. I’m so glad you could join us.” As you release him, Luke appears again from the kitchen. “Come on guys, dinner is ready!”
Dinner, of course, was wonderful. Otherworldly. Almost like it came from Heaven itself. You of course couldn’t say no to dessert either as Simeon served you a slice of the cake that Luke had been working so hard on. You insisted that you could finally serve it yourself this time, but he simply smiled. “My dear, I will gladly serve you a slice of cake no matter what form you are in.” You blush, unable to meet Simeon’s eyes much after that. As you were finishing up your last bite of cake, another wave of stomach cramps hit you. You winced, slowly bringing your fork back down to the table. “MC, are you okay? You suddenly went a little pale.” Luke asked, concern filling his voice. You give him a weak smile, shifting uncomfortably in your chair. “Yeah I'm okay! I think I may have just eaten too much. It was all so good!” You tried keeping on a cheery disposition, as you really didn’t want to worry anyone. You figured the cramps would soon fade like they did in your bedroom earlier that evening. Except they didn’t. Simeon was shooting you a worried glance from his spot next to you. “How about I show you to your room for the night, MC? You can get settled in.” You nodded, grateful for the excuse to leave the dinner table.
Simeon gently took you by the hand, his fingers soft and feather light on yours as he led you up the stairs and down the hallway to a guest bedroom across from his own. “This is usually Raphael’s when he stays with us, but we’ve set it up for you to use for the night.” He pauses in the doorway as you let yourself in, placing your bag on the giant, plush bed. “But I must ask, are you truly okay?” You fidget nervously, the cramps in your abdomen still going on strong. “Y-Yeah I promise! Like I said earlier, I think I just ate too much…I'm still getting used to being back in my human form.” Simeon nodded, giving you a small smile. “I see. Well, feel free to get settled and I’ll be right across the hallway if you need me.
You swore you were only going to rest your eyes for a few moments, but as you reached for your D.D.D., you realized it was now 1 a.m. “Oh no…” you mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. I didn’t mean to actually fall asleep! How rude am I?! You were about to jump out of bed when you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you. On top of that, the cramps were now then times worse than they have been all evening. “This can’t be happening right now…” you sigh, rubbing your temples. After a few moments, you decided to try standing up to head to the bathroom. However, when you glanced down behind you, there was a bright red spot now staining the pristine white bed sheets. You felt tears welling up in your eyes at the realization of what just happened. “No...you’ve got to be kidding me…why now?” you cried, burying your face in your hands. What am I supposed to do?! I didn’t even bring anything with me… Standing helplessly in the bedroom, you grabbed your phone. The first person to pop into your mind was right across the hallway, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to go knock on his door. Instead, you typed out a message.
Simeon. Are you awake?
You really didn’t expect an answer at this hour, but you were feeling desperate. However, after a few moments, your D.D.D. vibrated in your hand and your heart practically leapt out of your throat.
MC? What’s the matter? Are you okay?
The next text became blurry as tears began to drip down your cheeks.
Can you come here? I need your help.
You really didn’t know what you were going to say once he got there, but all you knew is that you wanted his comforting presence nearby. You didn’t have to wait long before there was a light knock on your door. “C-Come in.” you sniffled. Simeon was by your side in an instant as you sat on the edge of the bed. You were taken aback for a moment, as you noticed he was wearing a pair of light blue pajama pants and a t-shirt. His hair was also messy, his dark brown locks sticking out in various places. “My lamb, what ever is the matter? Are you not feeling well?” You shook your head as he placed his hand against your forehead, checking for a fever. “I-I don’t really know how to say it other than… well… I got my period. I completely forgot about it since being a sheep…” Simeon’s blue eyes widened at the realization. “Oh, MC…” he breathed, pulling you into a hug. “And I ruined the sheets, I'm so sorry…and they look expensive…” you sobbed, burying your face into his shoulder. Simeon shook his head as he rubbed small circles onto your back. “MC, please don’t apologize for something you can’t help. I’m more worried about you at the moment.” He’s so kind, you think, miserably. He has to think I'm so disgusting right now… It’s almost as if he can read your thoughts, for he slowly pulls away to meet your gaze. “It’s going to be just fine. We’ll get you taken care of ok? Now, what do you need?” More tears threaten to fall at the kindness of his offer. “U-Um, well…I didn’t bring anything with me so I'll need to run into town tomorrow…and I need something for my cramps too.” you ramble, your face growing hot from thinking about the reality of your situation. Simeon only nods, getting to his feet again. “Of course. I’ll take care of it, don’t you worry. First…” he says, taking your hand once more and pulling you up off the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll make sure to wash the sheets too. No one will suspect a thing.”
Simeon leads you out of your bedroom and down the hallway. You follow behind him, trying your best to keep quiet as you stride behind his tall form. The two of you reach the bathroom and he quickly steps inside to begin searching the many cabinets beneath the sink. “I know there’s got to be something in here for you to use. It’s a dorm where many different people stay, after all.” After a few moments, he stands back up holding a couple of different boxes of hygiene products. You let out a laugh, mixed with both surprise and relief at the same time. “Simeon, thank you!” you squeak out, still trying to keep your voice down. He chuckles, pulling you into one of the warmest hugs you’ve ever felt. “Of course, Angel. Now get cleaned up while you're here. I’ll go get your things.” You nod as he leaves you for some privacy, and quietly shuts the door behind him.
After your bath, you head back down the hall to your room to find the sheets completely stripped from your bed. You sigh, feeling like the biggest inconvenience in the world. “MC, are you feeling better now? I brought some pain relief from Solomon’s cabinet.” You spin around to see Simeon in your doorway again, holding a small vial of liquid. “Are you sure it’s safe for me to take?” you ask, wary of anything coming from Solomon. Simeon laughs, understanding your hesitation. “I know for a fact this is perfectly safe. It’s equivalent to any old pain killer you’d normally take, but it has many other soothing effects that will be good for you right now.” Hesitantly, you take the vial and down the contents. It’s sweet, but not terribly strong like normal medicine. Instantly, you begin to feel your muscles relaxing, and the cramps in your stomach go away almost immediately. However, your legs begin to buckle as your body relaxes, and Simeon is at your side once more holding you up. His arms, toned and strong, wrap around you to lift you up. “Come with me, my little lamb. It’s way past your bedtime.” You giggle, sleepily, as he begins to carry you bridal style across the hall to his own bedroom. “W-Wait, Simeon, I can sleep in my room, it’s fine…” He shakes his head, squeezing you tight before plopping you down onto his bed. “Your sheets are in the wash, so therefore you have to sleep with me tonight.” The moment you come in contact with his bed, you know you won’t be moving anytime soon. You figure it’s probably as soft as a cloud in the Celestial Realm. You sigh as he slips into the spot next to you, and you feel his legs brush against yours. He rolls over to face you, an expression of pure fondness on his face. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.” he says, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead. You blush, snuggling closer to him. “You always make me feel better, Simeon.” He grins as he plays with a strand of your hair. “Rest now, my love. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Bloody Awful
***So here is the much anticipated AFAB MC has really bad period cramps fic. I'm quite excited about this, and I hope you all are too. I don't know how, but Lucifer and Levi ended up taking the lead with this fic, sooooooooooooo on we go ***
Summary: MC wakes up and they instantly know that today will not be a good day. Despite knowing this, they decide to push on and try to continue their day as normal ... this would prove to be a mistake.
CW: AFAB! MC, Periods
Waking up, for most people, could be a toss in the air on whether or not the experience was going to pleasant or not.
For some people, their mornings were filled with gentle smiles, sunlight softly filtering in through the window, birds singing and the delicate scent of coffee as they hum to themself while making breakfast.
For others, waking up was pure and utter hell and was always followed by repeated slamming of snooze buttons, groans, and attempting to hide deeper under your blankets.
As you woke up to a numb feeling in your thighs and lower stomach, you knew that today would not be a good day.
There was no denying the dull ache that filled your pelvis; you were undoubtedly on your period, and by the feel of things, it was going to be a bad one.
You took a deep breath and glared up at your ceiling for cursing you with a uterus.
You wanted to nothing more than to stay in bed with a nice, burning hot heating pad, your favourite snacks and Netflix, but all hopes of that plan were quickly thrown out the window by a knock on your door.
"MC!" Mammon's voice called from the hall. "We're gonna be late! Get your ass up!"
You groaned, closing your eyes for just one second more before forcing yourself onto your feet. You winced as you felt the first flare-up of cramp hit you and carefully breathed as you walked across the room. You grumbled to yourself as you put on your school uniform and threw some sanitary products, a water bottle and pain killers into your bag.
It was going to be a long day. You shook your head as you took one last deep breath before heading out to join Mammon.
You hadn't even made it to lunch hour and you were already regretting your decision to leave your bed.
Your cramps had seemingly multiplied by a tenfold in intensity.
You were doing your damndest to hold it together and get through the day, but it was getting harder than the minute. You couldn't focus on your lectures because the pain had seemingly taken over your body. You felt strangely cold and kept squinting your eyes with each wave of cramps.
You had already taken the max dosage of pain medication, but it was doing fuck all for the absolute hell that you were going through at the moment.
"-MC?" You blinked hard and turned your head to see Levi looking at you in concern. "I-I've been trying to get your attention for a bit now. The, uh, the bell rang."
Huh.
You nodded in thanks to Levi and gathered your things before slowly rising to your feet. You made it a single step before you had to reach out to stabilize yourself on the desk in front of you. You closed your eyes in concentration as you waited for a particularly bad cramp to pass.
"M-MC?" Levi called out again. You hummed in response as you tightened your grip on the desk and felt saliva gather in your mouth. "Are ... Are you okay?"
You opened your mouth to speak, but frowned as a high-pitched ringing filled your ears.
Levi's eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him. You could see his mouth moving, but it was as though he was speaking underwater.
"I-I can't ..." You mumbled out as your head began to grow heavy. "I can't hear you..." you whimpered as the cramps flared up once more and black spots lined your vision.
A hand quickly grasped your shoulder. Panicked, amber eyes met yours before you finally felt your legs give out beneath you and the world go black.
"MC!!!" Levi shrieked as he quickly caught your now unconscious body. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as he shook your shoulders and scanned your body for any injuries. "M-MC wake up!"
His stomach dropped as you remained unconscious.
He blindly reached for his phone and dialled the first number in his contacts as he used his other hand to search for a pulse. It was then he noticed how warm your skin was — that wasn't normal for human's right?
"Leviathan, what is it?" Lucifer sighed from the other line.
Levi felt tears line his eyes and his bottom lip tremble as he finally found your heartbeat. "MC is unconscious!" he cried out.
There was the sound of something scraping against the floor on the other line. "What?" Lucifer barked. "What do you mean? What happened?!"
"I-I-I" Levi fumbled as he pulled you closer to him. "I-I- They were- I-I don't-"
"Levi, breathe," Lucifer instructed. "Walk me through what happened. Are they hurt?"
That was the million-dollar question, wasn't it? Levi opened his mouth to answer no when he finally noticed it.
Blood. You absolutely reeked of it.
A sob slipped past his lips as he dropped his D.D.D. and hurriedly looked you over once more, searching desperately for the injury that he must have missed.
He could faintly hear cursing coming from his phone, but he didn't dare pay it any mind. Not when you were apparently bleeding out somewhere and he was too stupid to even figure out where.
The door slammed open not even two minutes later, revealing an extremely distressed Lucifer. His eyes widened and his nostrils flared as he caught sight of you past out in Levi's arms.
"What happened?" He tried ordering once more as he approached the two of you. His onyx gaze instantly began searching for the source of the strong scent of blood that was coming off you.
Levi continued to weep as he clutched tightly onto you. "I-I don't know! I didn't even know they-they were bleeding and then they were acting weird a-a-and they said they couldn't hear me and n-now they're dead!"
Lucifer pursed his lips as he quickly checked your heartbeat and felt his shoulders slump in relief when he felt it beating strongly under his fingers. "They're not dead, Levi. They're just unconscious," he ran a hand down his face as he continued looking you over for injuries. "You said they were acting strange?"
Levi opened his mouth to explain, but was cut off by a groan. He gasped as he quickly turned back to you and saw you blinking your eyes open as you cradled your lower stomach. "MC!" Levi practically screamed as he helped you sit up. "Oh my sweet Ruri-Chan, you're awake! I-I-I was so scared! I thought you died and I-I-I-"
"Not now, Levi," Lucifer interrupted as he looked at you in concern. "MC, where are your hurt? We know you're bleeding."
You frowned as you blinked and slowly became aware of your surroundings again. "I-I ... What?"
Lucifer narrowed his eyes as he glanced over at Leviathan. "Did they hit their head when they went unconscious?"
Levi shook his head violently as his bottom lip trembled.
You rolled your eyes at the boys. "I'm fine," you tried to argue just as another cramp hit you. Lucifer frowned deeply as you let out a hiss between your teeth as you clutched your stomach once more.
"No you're not," he stated firmly. He delicately lifted your hand from your stomach, as though he was handling a baby bird. "You're in pain and you fainted. And by the looks of things, it's coming from here. Now be honest, what's wrong?"
You sighed in defeat as you felt your cheeks flush in embarrassment. "I-I'm on my period."
The two demons blinked at you for a moment before their cheeks flushed — one significantly more than the other.
Levi squeaked as he pulled his hands away from you awkwardly. "O-OH!! Okay! Okay! Um, s-s-so y-you're not bleeding out? I-I mean you are just not in deadly amounts r-right? Do you um, need to cry? O-Or need chocolate or, um," he cursed to himself. "What do they always do in the shows if this happens?" He mumbled under his breath.
You snorted and shook your head. "I mean, chocolate would be nice, b-but as much as this really really sucks, I'm used to it."
Lucifer cleared his throat and nodded. "Alright. Erm ... I-I was unaware that they caused this much discomfort. Is this normal? The fainting and everything?"
You shrugged, moving a hand to hold your head. "Not really. Periods can be different for everyone. This one's just- just really fucking bad," you gritted through your teeth as you instinctively tried to curl in on yourself. "I thought I could still make it through the day, but things just kept getting worse and worse."
Lucifer nodded slowly as he processed the information. His heart clenched at the knowledge that you had been suffering all day and none of them had even noticed. He gently placed a hand on your shoulder and rubbed circles into your skin. "What can we do to help? I assume you'll need the rest of the day off?"
You whined as you nodded. "That would be nice."
Lucifer comfortingly ran a hand through your hair. "Okay. I'll bring you back home then. Are you alright if I inform the others so they know not to bother you like usual?" You nodded in exhaustion.
"I-I'll message everyone!" Levi stated as he took out his D.D.D. "We'll make sure you're as comfortable as possible MC. Is, uh, Is there anything you need?"
You tiredly let yourself fall against Lucifer's side as you hummed in thought. "If you guys don't already own a heating pad, I will definitely be needing one. Maybe some snack foods? My appetite can be weird when I'm ... you know."
Levi flushed as he hurriedly typed that all out. "G-Got it! Okay! I'll take care of everything!" Without another word, Levi fled from the room as quickly as he could.
Lucifer sighed as he played with your hair. "He means well," he said as he slowly rose to his feet. "Now, would you like to walk alongside me to the house, or would you like me to carry you?"
Your eyes softened as you looked up at the demon in awe. "You would carry me?"
Lucifer chuckled and picked you up as easily as lifting a pillow. He carefully held you against his chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Of course," his low voice vibrated against you through his chest. "But don't get used to this. It's only because you're not feeling well."
You smiled softly and nuzzled against the stern demon as he exited the classroom. "Of course," you replied tiredly. "Thank you, Lucifer."
You had nearly passed out in Lucifer's arms as he carried you all the way back to RAD. Every time you'd tense or whimper from the pain your own body was inflicting upon you, his arms would merely hold you tighter.
He tucked you into your bed and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your forehead. "I'll go get a heating pad for you. Have you taken any medication yet?"
You grunted as your head sunk into your pillow. "As much as my stupid human body can handle."
He chuckled affectionately and headed towards the door. "I'll get you some tea as well then. Just try to relax, alright?" You hummed in response and closed your eyes.
A few minutes later, your rest was disturbed by a knock on your door. Satan poked his head in and looked at you in concern. "I heard that you fainted," he softly spoke. "Mind if we-"
He was cut off and pushed out of the way as a more frantic Mammon and Beelzebub came in from behind him. "Yeah! What the hell is that all about, human?!" Mammon scolded as he came to your bedside. "Why didn't ya tell me ya weren't feelin' up to par this mornin'?! Huh? I could'a helped ya!"
Beel pulled Mammon away from you with a frown. "Hey. Lucifer said not to stress them out. Stop it," his hard expression instantly melted into concern as he turned to you. "Are you okay?"
You giggled at the boys and shrugged. "Feeling shitty, but it is what it is."
Satan nodded as he finally made his way over to you. "Yes. Lucifer mentioned that you might like this," he held out a dark blue hot water bottle out to you.
You took it from him and quickly pressed it against your lower stomach. You let out a breath of satisfaction as you melted into the warm relief that it brought you. "That's perfect. Thank you so much."
Satan waved off your thanks as he passed you a bottle filled with Powerade and a granola bar. "Nonsense. Just making sure you're looked after. Now drink this. You fainted earlier; you should probably get your electrolytes up."
There was a tsk from the doorway as Asmodeus made his way in with a basket in his arms. "I asked you three to wait for me." He set the basket onto your nightstand and began to unload his signature manicure kit, face masks and loads of snacks. "I thought maybe you could do for some special treatment from yours truly," he winked as he held out two bottles of nail polish out to you, "pink or teal, Love Bug?"
You gave Asmo a sheepish smile as you shifted under your blankets. "I don't know if I'm really feeling up to pampering right now, Asmo," you winced as another flare-up hit you, causing all the demons in the room to surge towards you in concern. "I-I think I'd just like a nap for now."
"And that's where I come in," Everyone turned to Belphie as he walked in with a pillow under his arm. "Scooch over," he demanded as he lifted your blankets. "We are getting you one ticket to Snoozeville, so hurry up and drink that shit Satan gave you so we can nap." You snorted but listened to his demands as he glared at the others. "The rest of you get."
Beel pouted and shifted from foot to foot. "But Belphie-"
The other twin shook his head. "But nothing, Beel. Sorry buddy, MC needs their sleep. Out."
Asmo rolled his eyes but was forced to listen as Satan put a hand on his shoulder and began to lead him out of the room. "Fine. I'll be back later to do your nails when you feel better!"
Mammon huffed as Belphie crawled into bed beside you. He ruffled your hair gently and pinched your cheek. "You better get better quick, okay?" He frowned as he felt how warm you were. "I don't like seein' ya like this."
You took Mammon's hand into your own and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'll be fine, Mammon. It's just cramps,"
He sighed and gave Belphie a hard look before leaving the room.
Now alone, Belphegor wrapped his arms around you and pulled you snuggly against his chest. You instantly felt your eyelids grow heavy. The pain that filled your body subsided as fatigue began to cloud your brain.
"Go to sleep, Angel," he whispered into your hair. "I'll be right here to keep you safe."
As you felt yourself drift off, you couldn't help but smile knowing that your boys would be there to help comfort and care for you when you woke.
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Kinktober day 15: p*ssyjob: Malleus
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Malleus bucked against you, groaning as you dragged yourself along his cocks. “P-please, p-put it inside?” You shook your head, leaning down to give him a gentle kiss. You feel a gush of slick between your legs, you groan in bliss, his cum acting as lube.
“Good boy,” You praise him, peppering him in kisses. “Just till I can cum, m’kay?” Malleus whimpered out a reply you don’t hear. “Hmm? Did you say something?”
Grinding against his cocks, you feel them writhing under you. “They are s-so sensitive, please-“ He choked out a moan when you reached under yourself, guiding one of his cocks into rubbing against your clit.
You groan, resting your head against his. “Just a little more…” You hiss out, hips speeding faster. You feel your core heating up as you get closer to your climax. You hiss feeling a heavy heat corses through you as you hit your peak.
Malleus keens under you as you push him into another orgasm, you really don’t know how many times he’s cum, but he doesn’t appear to mind at all, judging by the blissful smile on his face.
Can i get a comfort fic of MC who's on their monthly and is having a really hard time, and Mammon cares for MC throughout? Im in need of some comfort T^T
Thankieww - artist anon♡
Absolutely! I hope that your time of the month gets a little easier. I had a lot of fun writing this. I hope it's every bit as fun for you to read!
Warnings:
AFAB MC
Detailed and graphic descriptions of menstrual cycle experiences
Gender-Neutral MC
Slightly dramatic beginning, because ✨I live for the drama.✨
------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You pause in your step, feeling a very familiar clawing in your gut. You reach out and grasp around, catching Mammon's worried forearm as he realizes you're lagging behind by more than a few steps. His blue-gold eyes look to you with concern as he sees your brow furrow. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?? What's goin' on??" He asks, stopping everything for you.
"A demon is trying to claw its way out of my uterus and it's trying to use my spine as a set of double doors" You gasp the vivid imagery to him and he's instantly concerned. He checks your back, but he's not seeing anything. He reaches to touch it, nervous, and when he does, you can feel the way his fingers gently massage into your lower back. Your shoulders relax to his touch.
"Issit a curse?? Are you dying?? I don't feel anythin' back here." The grip you have on his forearm relaxes as you get used to the cramping. It came on so suddenly. You thought you'd be fine for school, but obviously this just isn't going to work.
".. I need to go back home. Help me..?"
"Don't hafta ask me twice!" He goes to hoist you up and you groan, causing him to realize he needs to be more delicate with your midsection. He instead moves to gently ease you into his arms, your back against his right arm, your knees slung over his left. Your face is resting against his chest as he carries you, more worried for you than anything.
The shame is, today, you guys were the first to actually leave the house. You were going to be on-track to beat even Lucifer to school, but things didn't pan out in your favor.
Which also means, as he's carrying you back, the brothers each spot you two, and you end up collecting a worried entourage as Mammon gets you home.
"Why can't they walk?" Satan is more than a little worried, considering how much he's read on human ailments.
You groan. "Pain."
"Why are they in pain??" Asmodeus pouts, sad that you're having to deal with something so unpleasant.
"Dunno." Mammon doesn't care what the cause is - You asked him to take you home, so that's what he's going to do.
"Are you gonna be okay, ___?" Beelzebub is visibly concerned for you, Belphegor quietly following after the group as he takes note of every answer.
"Yeah. I think. Just. Can't do school. Not today."
Lucifer steps out of the house, locking up, only to turn to see a commotion at the gate. His brothers, not going to school, crowding around you, crumpled in Mammon's arms. ". . ."
Mammon calls out to him "Open the damn door! They gotta get inside!"
Lucifer opens the door, but he does take the lead of the brothers following after Mammon so he can get to the bottom of this problem.
Mammon sets you down on the couch in the main area and you miss the comforting security of his arms as he pulls away- But being able to curl up on your side is making you feel significantly better.
"Was something wrong with breakfast? What's happening?"
"It's my monthly." You tiredly hiss as you soothe yourself, hugging a pillow to your chest.
A few lightbulbs go off in the heads of the demons around you. Some, however, stay dim.
"Monthly what? Monthly bitch? Monthly pest? Monthly pain in the ass that's gonna get fucked up??" Mammon's pretty much ready to fight anything. "You said a demon was tryin'a claw its way outta yer spine, where are they?!"
Satan puts a hand on his shoulder. "Mammon. They're shedding their uterine lining. It's a painful process, but they'll ultimately be okay."
"Is it gonna be this painful the whole time?!" He looks to you, worried.
You've finally gotten a handle on the pain. You slump against the couch, shaking your head tiredly. "No.. But I'm not fit for school.." You look up to Mammon, his concern flooding through you as he worries about you.
"I'll have Levi set you up for distanced learning." Lucifer is already working on contingencies. "Is there anything we can get you to make the day easier?"
".. Can someone stay with me..?" You're shy as you ask. You can take care of yourself, but, it'd really make you feel loved if someone else could help you instead. "… I just.. don't want to be alone.. … And my needs might change throughout the day."
Lucifer can't even give his input when Mammon declares himself as your protector and caretaker for the day. "I'm the one you put in charge of 'em, ain't I?!" He almost looks like he's ready to fight Lucifer if he's about to say anything in protest. Lucifer exhales with a soft smile. He loves seeing how soft you've made his family.
"Alright. Everyone else; To school. Mammon will take care of ___ from here."
"Take care~" Asmodeus leans over the back of the couch, tugging you into a hug, giving you a gentle squeeze. "Mammon's lucky, getting to share all day with you ~"
Satan yoinks Asmodeus away from you, handing you your D.D.D, which fell earlier. "Don't hesitate to ask for help if you need it."
"Or to use the HoL Akuzon account to get yourself the things you need for your monthly." Lucifer adds, giving you a nod of his approval.
Belphegor scowls at Mammon. "Do you even know how to take care of a human on their period?"
"I know how to kick yer ass, how's that?"
Mammon shoots him a scowl in return and Belphegor motions to his D.D.D as he looks past Mammon to you. "Seriously, don't hesitate to ask for help. Don't cover for this dumbass if he fucks something up."
You gently grasp the back of Mammon's shirt, preventing him from getting angry at Belphegor as he softens to your touch. "I'll be okay. Mammon's a good caretaker."
Mammon's face heats up as he looks away from you at his brothers. "That's right!! ___'s number one! No one's gonna be a better caretaker!"
You chuckle softly, which causes his heart to pitter away in his chest. When his brothers have left, he kneels beside your couch, holding your hand. He softly grips your hand, giving it a squeeze, flustered. You speak softly; "Thank you for helping me. Can you get a bath run for me? A hot bath always makes my cramps better. 100°-105° fahrenheit." You always have to specify specific temperatures, otherwise most of the demon brothers will accidentally almost boil you alive.
Mammon nods, gently caressing your head with his free hand. He was so worried earlier. Seeing you crumple against him made him glad he was able to be there for you, but it didn't make it any less scary.. He catches himself looking to you tenderly and gets flustered, quickly escaping to the nearest bathroom to prepare it for you.
He's no Barbatos or Asmodeus when it comes to setting up baths, but he does bring you a robe and a towel when he comes to get you. As you walk together, he explains what he did. "I stole some of Asmo's bath salts - There was a basket in his room with yer name on it, I just assumed it was stuff he set aside for ya'. Also I took a bubble bath from that basket too. I didn't wanna overwhelm ya' in case scents nausiate ya', so I didn't go addin' any of those bath melts or bath bombs?? But I put some on the counter if y'want them. There's also a bucket beside the bathtub if y'need to hurl."
"Scents nausiating me? Needing to hurl?" You're confused. What does he think you're going through?
"Yeah, don't humans on their monthly get super sensitive to foods and cravings, and have pain and sometimes puke?"
".. While there is some overlap, I think you're mistaking this for pregnancy. I'm not pregnant, Mammon."
"…" Mammon digests this new information. "What exactly's gonna happen to you?"
"Well, I'm going to have cravings, I sometimes get some intense emotions, and I experience pain. I get bloating, my body feels gross, everything's going to feel gross, and I'm going to be knocked on my ass with fatigue. That's all pretty normal considering I have an open internal wound right now."
"WAIT WHAT" Mammon's shocked. That's what a monthly is? An open wound internally every month?!
You can't help but laugh a little. "Yeah, my body has an organ that just rips its own inner lining out once a month. It's kind of like if your colon shed its inner skin once a month."
"WHAT THE FUCK" Mammon's visibly upset at the sheer idea, and his asshole clenches at the thought. He couldn't imagine that kind of pain, let alone every single month. He will not be getting over this any time soon.
You're looking around as he's grappling with the mortifying ordeal of having a uterus, and you ask "Mammon, did you bring any tampons for this bath? Or a menstrual cup or something?"
"Huh?"
"To soak up or catch the blood"
"WHAT"
"Yeah, the blood comes out. I don't want to be soaking in it in the bath."
Mammon shakes his head. Okay, so there's a lot more to this than he realized - But that doesn't mean you have to hold his hand through this. He's going to be the best protector/caretaker you ever had. "Okay, where do I find 'em?"
"I keep a drawer of them in my bathroom upstairs. The tampons are these little insertion type things in plastic wrapping, and the cup is in a box labeled appropriately."
"Got it."
He rushes upstairs and comes down to bring you the entire damn drawer and its contents. When you laugh, he feels embarrassed, but in a good way. It made you smile. You shoo him out of the bathroom so you can take a long soak and get the muscles in your lower back to stop spasming.
As you do, Mammon asks from outside the door "Hey, is there anythin' you're craving right now?"
"Oh man, that super greasy food from Hell's Burger sounds amazing.. but the sweetbread from Madame Scream's sounds really good too.. And Godevil Chocolatier's fudge? Mmm.. Oh, and that thing you made for dinner last week was amazing, but I don't think we have anymore leftovers.." You list off all the foods that sound good to you, that you can feel your body craving. "Mmm.. I can't choose. Anything I've listed would be awesome."
"Gotcha." Mammon heads off, leaving you to soak in your tub in peace.
Beside the tub, you see your favorite cold drink that Mammon forgot to tell you he grabbed for you. Popping it open, you rest back against the back of the tub, letting your body soak in the heat and the comfort. Mammon's very good at complimenting scents - He wears enough colognes and body products to know how to use products that compliment each other and don't overwhelm the person. Even as he was scrambling to figure everything out on the fly, he was focused enough to get the important details right.
You had a good choice of bath additives, and you were able to add whatever you wanted to the bath which made it comfy and soothing, but also fun and an experience. You almost forget about your situation as you get out of the tub and apply your moisturizers, then don your robe, putting on some slippers. The robe is fluffy and comfy and fits you perfectly. Asmodeus got it for you because it reminded him of when you were in your sheep form. You're hungry, so when you step out of the bathroom and smell some amazing food down the hall, you almost miss the pjs and underwear he left sitting, neatly folded on a small stepstool in the hall for you. You grab them, put them on, and then meander into the kitchen to find Mammon cooking the food he made last week for dinner. …. Surrounded by bags from various restaurants and stores of every other thing you rattled off the top of your head.
Mammon grins to you as you enter. "Eat up! You can have whatever you like! An' anything you don't wanna eat now, we can save for later. An' if you don't want it later, we'll let Beelzebub eat it."
You're a little overwhelmed at his generosity and kindness, shyly unwrapping some of the greasier food as he cooks and you sit at the kitchen island. "… thank you." Your voice is quiet. Mammon grins even bigger as he sets another of your favorite drinks that he knows goes well with the food you're eating in front of you.
"You'll never want for a thing while I'm around. You got that?"
You nod, smiling warmly to him as you rest against the counter. The way you look at him so warmly gets him flustered, so he turns away.
"… I was, uh, readin' up on these monthly things. I read massages are good for them?"
"Yeah, they can be. My body's feeling okay right now, I just wanna lay down and be cuddled for a while though.."
"Well I can do that too!" He quickly adds, as though you were going to go upstairs and ask Levi to snuggle with you instead or something. When he's done cooking, you grab a plate of the food he cooked, some fries from Hell's Burger, some chocolates, and two of your favorite drinks, and you head into the living room with him. Here, you find that he has a whole collection of blankets and pillows for you, which you quickly make a nest in with Mammon as the center. He hugs you as you rest atop him, the both of you laying on the couch as you watch tv and you snack on anything you crave in the moment.
Any moment that you shift to get up, or you want something, Mammon's quick to take it on his shoulders if he can instead, each moment just loving on you through his attentive service. But, you don't end up needing much because he's already met every need. His hands massage into your back as he holds you, and you hug him close, your head resting on his chest. You're buried in a mound of comfy blankets in the cool HoL air. It's warm, and Mammon's your key source of heat, enveloping you in comfort as he wouldn't let you go for anything.
It's easy for you to fall asleep in his arms like this.
You wake up a few hours later, and he's still awake, just gently caressing your back, affectionately looking to you. When he realizes you're awake again though, he quickly looks away in embarrassment. ".. mornin'."
".. Mornin'." You smile against him, stretching out against him, and then hugging him close. ".. thank you. I feel a lot better than I did this morning."
"Well of course y'do. Yer first and best man ain't about to let you down."
"I knew you wouldn't." You can feel the way his skin warms against yours with your praise. He hugs you close. The way you trust in him, and the way you come to him when you need someone, it never fails to make him feel proud of himself.
You never fail to make him feel on top of the world. He wonders if you realize just how wonderful you are to him, and how much you mean to him. Looking at you like this, he almost wants to say something and tell you exactly how he feels, but the sound of Levi entering the room causes him to chicken out. Levi brings in a laptop set up for you to do distanced learning, so you can catch up on the classes you missed today, as well as attend the remaining ones on your roster. Mammon almost sighs at just how bad Levi's timing is as you start to sit up.
Maybe for now, this moment here is good enough with you.
After all, it means the absolute world to him.
Even as you do your learning, Mammon hugs you from behind, resting his head anywhere from the top of your head to your shoulder, depending on how much you sink down.
He's here beside you every step of the way, until you tell him otherwise.
You did, after all, choose him to ask for help. And Mammon will never let you down if he can help it.
Electric Bliss
Barbatos/AFAB Reader
Notes: electrostimulation, kind of sick fic?, cbt, reader is called Madam, barb has vent like anatomy, 2.5k words
☞. . . Commission for @domreader-headcannon-scenarios ! I’m so so sorry it took me longer than usual, I hope the payoff makes up for it- and I hope you enjoy!
Demon illnesses are a peculiar thing. It isn’t often they happen, and it isn’t often they happen to a demon as strong as Barbatos. Maybe he had caught a cold once a millennia ago, or maybe it was something he had thought happened. Nevertheless, Barbatos is resilient, even with a sniffle and a pink nose.
Except.
Except now he has you, and your boisterous personality, and your gall to march up to Diavolo and demand that Barbatos get time off to recover. Really, he shouldn’t have been surprised when the young master only laughed his deep belly laugh and assured you it’d be ok, and mentioned how enthralled he was to see you so passionate about the health of his beloved butler.
You took the job seriously, navigating his living Relativity painting of a room to make his bed as comfortable as possible; and marking your way for easy passage to and fro. And you've expected that Barbatos would struggle every step of the way, insisting that he could take care of himself and meandering his way from bed to try and shuck on his uniform. You only take him by the hand and guide him back to bed, pushing his bangs off his sweaty forehead and unbuttoning his hastily applied uniform from his body to lay him back in bed.
Despite this, there are moments where he succumbs to your nurturing hand; letting his eyes flutter shut as your hand combs through his hair, his head leaning against your chest, and listening carefully to your steady heartbeat as you hold him close to your body.
Barbatos is doing better today, in comparison to his other days. He’s more alert and talkative, tentatively sipping his tea in bed. Admittedly, your tea-making skills aren’t nearly as good as his, though he’s voicing no complaints.
He sets his cup in the saucer, carefully setting it on the nightstand table. “Thank you, dear.” Barbatos smiles a gentle smile, his voice still a tad rough and pitiful. Your chest swells with some type of warm satisfaction, seeing his eyes a little brighter and crinkling with his smile. You’re doing a good job, you’re making him feel better.
“Still sore today?” It’s a force of habit to press the back of your palm to his forehead, and the smile that rises on your face is just as natural when he leans into your touch and lets a low pleased purr roll from his throat. “Yes,” he sighs.
“I thought you’d be. That’s why,” you reluctantly pull your hand away, a twinge in your heart when his brows furrow and a near whisper whine tumbles from his throat. “I brought something that might help.” You stand from the edge of the bed, picking up your bag from the floor, setting it on the bed to rummage through. Barbatos gives you a quizzical look. With a triumphant grin and a slight tangle of chords between your fist, you hold out the item.
In your hands is a contraption made up of two pads connected by cords to a small control-like device. “This is like an electro-something thingy that helps with achy muscles. I brought it back from my trip up to the human world because my friend was raving about it, but honestly, I wasn’t a fan,” Barbatos only smiles at your rambling. You cut yourself off with a small, polite-ish cough. “I mean, what I’m trying to say is that I think it’s worth a shot if you wanna try it?” You give it another shake, the pads bumping against each other. “I trust your judgment.” Barbatos pushes the blankets down his thighs, lifting his legs out from the covers with a low sigh. “It feels heavy, everything’s sore,” he whimpers. “I haven’t been so ill in..in…” He trails off, lips parted as the thoughts refuse to bubble up.
“A while?” You substitute, smiling softly as you settle next to him and fumble for the vaseline in your bag. Barbatos nods gratefully. “Yes, that. That,” he points at the jar you uncap. “What is it for?”
“Oh! This is for the pads, you put some on,” you demonstrate, scooping up a glob and smearing it onto the black pads, covering it in clear, viscous goo. “And it helps the pads stick to your skin. Here,” you take his arm, pushing up his sleeve. “You can try it on your arm and see if we wanna do more.”
Barbatos nods in agreement, holding his sleeve up as you place both pads next to each other on the tops of his forearm. “It’s cold.” He says with a light laugh and sniffle, weary eyes watching you turn on the device. “I’ll put it on the first setting.” You give him a moment before clicking the little arrow and turning it to its first notch.
It’s a light buzz on his arm, nothing much, and quite easy to ignore if he really wanted. He watches as the hairs on his arm raise a little, then as the muscles in his arm suddenly tighten. “Oh my!” He exclaims, observing with intense curiosity as his forearm tightens, muscles pulling taut and rippling under the surface of his skin–then relaxing fully. The relief is immediate and soothing, a feeling of relaxation in its place.
The look on his face is one that distracts you; the look of bliss and relief. “Oh my…”
You turn the voltage down, gathering his attention again as you gently peel the patches off his forearm. “Feel good?” You ask, a clear answer already in your head. Barbatos nods, further confirming it. “Yes, it does,” he leans back against the propped pillows and headboard. “Ah, my legs- they’re sore too.”
“You want those next?” You punctuate your question by rubbing your free hand over his thigh. “Mhm.” He hums, lazily grabbing the elastic waistband of his sleep pants and starting to slide them down his hips. With no need for modesty at all, he lifts his hips up as much as he can and slides his pants down to his thighs. You set the pads and wires down to assist, gently shimmying his pants completely off and tossing them to the foot of the bed.
Barbatos sighs at the sudden chill against his legs, raising goosebumps against his skin and his hair prickling. The coolness feels heavenly on his burning skin, though the ache persists. He sniffles again, kicking the blankets off his shins.
“Poor thing,” you sigh, pressing the pads on his upper left thigh. “Don’t you worry, I’ll make you feel better.” You turn the level up two notches this time, and the sound Barabtos makes in reflex is one that floods heat into your gut. “Thank you, Madam…”
Oh. He’s in that kind of mood.
He never fails to surprise you, it seems. His thigh tenses and his groan is loose and low. He sighs your title again, thighs trying to press together as the muscles tighten rapidly. “Feels good, Madam,” he nearly slurs, white-knuckling the duvet blanket. His leg relaxes and he spreads them with a light huff. You can see the wet spot in his underwear, the way his slick drips from his vent. You swallow, your heartbeat quickening. Even sick and fussy, Barbatos turns you on.
“You’ve got a damp spot, Barbie,” your finger inches up the inside of his thigh, gently and just brushing the sensitive skin. “You wanna let Madam take care of you?” You settle at the hem of the leg hole, soothingly rubbing your thumb against the edge. His nod is immediate. “Yes, yes, I want Madam to touch me.”
“That’s my good boy,” you turn off the current and peel the pads off, letting your nails lightly scratch his hips as you pull his underwear down. Barbatos helplessly lifts his hips to try and assist, a pearl of slick dripping from his vent and down the crease of his ass. “Such a pretty demon.” You coo, running your thumb against the chubby lip of his vent. You pull gently to the side, coaxing the shy hemipenes from their place. Slowly, they slide out, twined against each other, and covered in viscous arousal. “There they are, so needy.” You run your finger under one of his twin cocks, watching it shudder under your touch, and then urgently seek out more of it. “My Barbie, you’ve been going through a lot lately, huh?” He nods loosely, rocking his hips up feverishly. You wrap your hand around both his tentacocks, squeezing them tight in your grip–just like you know he likes.
“Uhn-”
“You want Madam to play with your little cocks, don’t you?” You stroke slowly, squeezing tighter around the pulsing tips.
“Y-yes, yes, Madam-”
“You want Madam to hurt your cocks, right?” Faster now, you move your hand up and down- up and down. Slick gathering between your knuckles and pre practically squeezed from his slits from the harsh grip of your fist.
“Yes! Yes, Madam, Madam I want- I-I want,” Barbatos slaps his hand down against the covers, near delirious from the heavy-handed grip you have on his dicks. You slow, settling at the bases to knead your thumb into the thick, swollen flesh. He keens, head nearly knocking back against the headboard until he nods back up again, finally grabbing onto what he was searching for.
The electric stimulator. “This, please?” He drags it up to his thigh, bumping it up against your fist.
“Oh,” you sigh, a grin spreading across your face. “It’ll hurt, you know that, right?” You punctuate with another ruthless squeeze, letting your nails scrape against his dicks. He grits his teeth, a pitiful sob choked from his chest. “P-please, please- make it hurt, please,” his legs tremble, dropping the device into your lap.
You free his hemipenes from your grasp, sloppily wiping the slick from your palm off on your jeans. “Your dicks are so small, think the pads will fit?” You joke, taking your time to align and place the first patch against the underside of the base. You give it a little squeeze, ensuring that it’ll stick. You hear Barbatos faintly snort a little at your teasing, letting his head fall back against the headboard as you stick the second and last patch on his other cock. “There we go, ready?”
“Yes, Madam.” He says certainly despite his sniffle and clogged voice. His relaxed legs immediately tense and tighten the moment you turn it on. The sound he makes is one akin to a wounded animal, completely guttural and raw as he sobs your name. His cocks jump under the current, his legs kicking out as the stimulation travels up from the base of his cocks to the weeping tips. An endless drool of precum drips from the slits, slowly splattering down onto his thighs. “Ughn-” The current rises again, and so does the level you adjust it to. Barbatos’ head perks up, his entire body tensing and shaking. “Uhn-! Fu-huh-uck!”
Your eyes widen a little in surprise. He’s never cursed before during your intimate sessions. A knot of arousal pools in your gut. And now, hearing him break like this- you want to hear more.
He immediately slaps a hand over his gaping mouth, deep teal eyes widening. “I’m sorry, I’m- ahhaha- sorry, M-madam- I didn’t mean, I didn’t-!” You click it up another level, just to test. “Shit!”
And you were right. You’re unbelievably wet right now, a persistent ache between your legs as your eyes train on his jumping cocks, the way they jerk and writhe and drool copious amounts of slick and pre onto his stomach and you’re wondering if maybe he's already cum without realizing–and then you look up at his face. His gorgeous, euphoric, ruddy face with his slack drooly lips and delirious slitted eyes. “Let it out,” just holding your hand over his thigh makes him twitch and his legs shudder, stomach crunching and sore. “Madam’s giving you permission, tell me what you’re thinking.”
His face is one described of awe, then shocking bliss as the current tenses him again. “I-I,” he swallows shakily, mouth falling open again to take in gulps of air, poorly handling the way his hips continuously twitch and jerk upwards- his cocks bobbing uselessly. “It f-feels so fuckingg good, it hurts, it hurts so good,” he shakily reaches out to you. “Madam, I can’t- I can’t hold it anym-muh-more. I can feel it in-inside,” Barbatos gasps, clutching onto your shirt. The statement sends another surge of arousal through you. You hover your hand just over his mound, fingers just shy of the sticky surface. “In here?” And you press, press your hand down against his sensitive mound. “Guh-! Yes, yes, in there-” and in the most broken voice- “hold me, please, I’m going to, I-I need,”
You cut him off by sinking to his side, immediately taking him in your arms and cradling his head against your chest. “Always, Barbie. You gonna let go for me, you wanna cum for Madam?” You rake your hand through his dark messy hair, letting your lips brush over his hairline. He weakly nods, and you reach down to stroke your fingers over his swollen cockheads- and really, that's all it takes. The current surges one last time when he cums, further milking him of everything he has to give. His ejaculate paints his stomach and chest in streaks, staining his flushed skin a pearled white.
Quickly after, you peel the pads off, shutting the device off and letting your palm cup his swollen hemipenes as he catches his breath. Carefully, slowly, they begin to retreat back into his vent and you're left soothingly rubbing his puffy mound gently.
Barbatos begins with your name, seemingly calmed down from the ordeal. “You’re magnificent.” He croaks, nuzzling his nose into the worn fabric of your shirt, taking in the comforting smell of you. “Really? I would have thought I’d be a little mean.” You grin. “Never.” He scoffs lightly, yet a smile remains on his lips. “I may feel sorer than before, though.” You can hear the slight grimace in his voice.
“Mm, sorry,” you pause to press a kiss to the crown of his head, legs rubbing against his. “I should run you a bath, huh? Wanna let me pamper you a little more?”
He responds with a light stretch of his legs and a long sigh. “I suppose, if only a little more.”
“Oh don’t be so dramatic, I’ll let you go back to your workaholic self once you feel better.” You ruffle his hair a bit and let him go to stand. “You can’t say you don’t like being babied.” You stick your tongue out at him playfully.
“I do.” He sighs, gratefully taking your hands as you help him sit up. His head takes a moment to catch up with the rest of his body, lightheadedness still everpresent in his being. “But it’s only because you enjoy it too,” Barbatos says with such a sweet smile, letting his legs hang over the edge of the bed, his head coming forward softly to rest against your stomach. You stifle a coo, cradling his head in your hands.
Yes, it seems despite how harsh the touch he craves you to give can be, you still find yourself coming back to the softness you know he truly deserves.
