Barbatos: Oh? Since when have you been so demanding, Mc?
Mc: *staring at him intently, before sighing resignedly* I had to try. Sorry for bothering you *tries to leave*
Barbatos: *hugging them tightly from behind*
Mc: Barbatos???
Barbatos: I never said I wouldn’t do it, it’s just that…
Mc: ?
Barbatos: I’m not used to someone treating me so naturally *burying his face in the crook of them neck*
Mc: Don’t say that.
Barbatos: Mc, I’m not used to showing affection, to affection in general; it’s hard for me to break that habit.
Mc: *smiling* It’s hard for me too, since, well, “you’re the one who controls time,” but my desire to give you love wins out, so… can I hold off until you’re ready?
Barbatos: *laughing* You don’t need to wait, honestly, I’d like to get used to it this way.
Mc: And you say you’re the one who’s not used to showing affection when you say things like that…
Look at him. Look at how condescending he looks. Feeling a sense of relief and superiority as he sees Asmodeus embrace his demonic side. I feel like he enjoys it, he enjoys others being corrupted. What a sicko. Also he says "Welcome to Hell", so the Devildom is Hell now? Or are we located in Hell and left the Devildom behind?
Barbatos with a s/o who also enjoys heavy metal? Imagine them being all calm and peaceful drinking tea while the castle rattles with the loud music.
A/N: That's some little, short Headcanon, I know... I like the idea of it! + As y'all can see I'm changing things a bit. I won't be using the same color for everyone, but I'll have different ones for each character. When I'm writing for a lot of characters, I'll use my default purple-blue combo. If I write for one character, I'll use color specifically for them. I think it'll look a lot better. I also took small break, about a week so sorry if you find some mistakes.
“Your music taste is not my business. I would like you to be comfortable here, knowing no one judges your… particular taste to notes so loud… The castle is big enough for you to enjoy it whenever you wish.”
He smiled saying that he doesn't care about your tastes. It's good for him, knowing about that from the beginning. Because he knows what to expect. You do not enjoy the classic music, nor other ones. You prefer heavy metal? He doesn't mind it at all.
He tries to have you comfortable, knowing that this music can have fans as well as enemies. So part of him is happy when he hears you/sees you listening to it freely.
Things change the moment you're TOO comfortable with it, so even thick walls of the castle can't suppress the sound. Sigh… that's his fault? No. It's not bad. Let me listen to music. It's not like he gets annoyed by it.
More than annoyed, he is more likely to get a heart attack, worrying about Diavolo too. He asks you to at least be quiet when there's some official business they need to attend or when it's nighttime. The rest of the day? He can hear it from your room, but his eardrums got so numbed to the sudden rumble that he's not getting startled at all.
He's happy that he got used to it, because he would hate to waste any more teapots just because he dropped them. The days you ate too salty dishes for all of your meals came to an end.
Now he's worried when there's no music at all. Thinking you're not here or you do not feel well.
He also likes it, when you listen to it with him around. It's not like he hates your music taste. He likes it... So he can allow you to do whatever you want.
The moments when someone came without the need for an official audience with Diavolo and they got scared of the rattle of music filling the whole castle. When you listen to your favourite album over and over again, with maxed out volume, glasses are jumping on the table. Everyone's scared. Meanwhile the Butler sits down without any traction, knowing it's just his dear's music taste.
Neither him or you care. For you both it's just daily music you hear. Eardrums are getting used to it. Glasses are not breaking.
Rumbling from windows became the normal routine.
+ But you can get scolded if you listen too loudly and too long, since he's still worried that you can get a headache.
If he needs silence, he just puts headphones on your head, or earplugs in his ears.
Imagine an MC getting babysat by Barbatos (not a child, I feel like MC needs to be babysat sometimes… just like the brothers…) and it’s the middle of winter. MC and Barbatos are outside, with MC playing in the snow. Barbatos is giving a small smile to MC when they try to get him to play in it with him.
“MC, what do you mean by wanting me to…. ‘play in the snow’?”
*MC laying down absolutely covered in snow*
“Just roll in it like me!”
“Roll in it?…. Hehe…. Very well, I suppose it’s beneficial to ‘let loose’ once in a while.”
*Barbatos proceeds to flop face first into the snow.*
I wrote something in this and I'm desperately debating on building on that idea
M!Reader below the F!Reader
TWs: nsfw, tail kink, mentions of his tail giving off pheromones
BARBATOS Masturbating to F!Reader
Barbatos doesn’t have time. He rarely has time for anything that’s not already on his schedule and what he himself plans. Kind of ironic, isn’t it? How someone who can control and manipulate time cannot take charge of his own schedule. But he swore it. He swore he wouldn’t use his powers freely, even when it is of utmost inconvenience for him. Days were charged with energy, every step perfectly calculated and laid out in such a way that it would never make his Master’s life troublesome. Barbatos tries to keep things for Diavolo as easy as possible, even if it doesn’t always look that way to Diavolo himself. Barbatos has heard it all; how he should take it easier on himself, have some patience for Diavolo, how he should take it easier on Diavolo… right to the young Master trying to give Barbatos the day, or days, off, but Barbatos always refused, ensuring him that taking care of him and watching the Devildom continue to thrive and expand under his rule, is the greatest pleasure and the greatest relaxation of all. Barbatos doesn’t worry about the future, because he knows Diavolo will do great things. He does, however, worry about the road it takes to get there. Worry that he allows only in rare moments to leave his mind in exchange for something, or rather someone, much more pleasant.
You.
It started with absentmindedly caressing his own skin with his gloved hand during meetings where he stood off to the side. His gloves are fine, light and warm to the touch and they’re exactly what his skin imagines yours to be like. You’re such a divine, interesting little human, and Barbatos dreams of corrupting your mind just as you corrupted his. His mind would wander ever so slight. His senses were still sharp enough to be aware of any immediate danger to the crown, but a part of him imagines you touching his arm, perhaps on one of the rare occasions he doesn’t wear his usual uniform. You’d be one of the few people he’d allow to see him so vulnerable, so unprofessional. You’d be allowed into his private life and he’d tell you all about the things he has dreamt of doing to you. In his mind, he can see the way your expressions change; first confusion, then shock, and then the slightest ounce of desire that he’d build upon. He’d crush you, quietly, silently, until the only thing left on your mind is him. “-- bring my tea?” but Diavolo’s voice cuts through and he quickly moves to pull up the cart, placing a cup in front of his Master and filling it before adding a little cookie to the side. “Of course, my Lord. I have prepared your favorite.” Sadly, he couldn’t finish that little fantasy.
The next time was when he gathered the little Ds around for their daily tasks, giving instructions and directions to keep the castle as spotless as everyone expects. He himself is tending to the garden today, planting some more of the young Lord’s favorite flowers and picking ripe Devildom fruits to assemble tonight’s dessert with. In that moment though, as he spoke to the little Ds and then sent them on their way, he wondered how well you would respond to his orders. Would you be obedient? Give him what he wants? Or would you be a challenge he enjoys breaking in? He hopes you’d show a little defiance, even if it’s just played. Barbatos bites his tongue, tail suddenly flicking behind him as he imagines slowly caressing you with it. His tail is slick, smooth, but not really wet: the perfect sensation on your sensitive skin. You’d moan out, maybe unwillingly so, but you’d crave his touch nonetheless. “Barbatos…” he could practically hear your voice reaching his ears, pleading with him to touch you further, inviting him in to explore every inch of skin you have to offer. Every dip, every curve, the roundness of your ass and fullness of your breasts… he’d imprint all of it in his mind. Well, he would, were it not for the loud crash a few doors down that pulled him back into reality. “Little D number three….” he mumbles under his breath, his signature smile gracing his face as he starts moving toward the noise, his tail slowly disappearing.
Noticing that he’s always pulled out of his thoughts of you, he has made it a point to just find moments for himself and take them as he pleases. Currently, food is cooking and it doesn’t need his attention right now… His mind is immediately on you, bending you over the counter by the oven, his hands keeping you pressed against the hard surface while his tail plunges into your tight cunt. It slides in so easily, so slick and wet with your juices, but still fills you well. The one side of his split tail would flip over your clit every once in a while, making sure to bring you closer and closer to the edge. He can almost see your face distorted in pleasure as he works on you, all while never actually using his hands. “Y-Your tail…!” you’d moan out, completely surprised and overwhelmed by the feeling. No man has ever touched you like this, not that they could’ve. Humans are so… dull in that sense. All they have is their hands whereas demons can give you pleasure beyond imagination. The smell of food reaches his nose and he uses one of his hands to push his growing erection down.
Quickly, he stirs and cuts some more food, adding it to the pot and then covering it again, letting it boil on its own. His tail is still out, slowly slithering up his own body and squeezing at his own neck. In his mind, you’re still bent over the counter top, waiting for him to finish up, and he lets out a low groan at the mental image. Barbatos looks around once, closing the door to the kitchen with one swift move of his wrist: magic. His hand moves to unbutton his pants, conjuring up the image of you in his mind again. He has to take this chance now, not knowing when he will get a chance again. “Do you like it, (Y/N)? How my tail caresses over your body, finding every sensitive spot and how it teases your nerves, causing endless stings of pleasure?” he chuckles to himself at the words; of course you’d enjoy it. Barbatos would blow your small human mind with the things he could do to you.
Using the split ends of his tail, he uses them to spread your dripping cunt. The sweet aroma of arousal would reach his nostrils and he wonders for a moment if he could ever cook up something that would intensify your scent. “Barbatos, please… I need to be filled. “ oh, and he would indulge in your request just this one. After all, he would need to go back to work sooner rather than later. His tail would enter you again, pushing in and curling itself when he reaches your cervix, successfully bulging in your lower abdomen. “You look good, (Y/N).” he’s praise, moving a hand to your lower abdomen to feel himself while beginning to stroke his length.
Demons have a natural desire to fill, to conquer and claim every inch of the one they’re interested in and for a while, the one Barbatos has been interested in has been you. Oh sweet little (Y/N)... do you know what this means? Barbatos groans, thrusting into his gloved hand, imagining it to be yours as you try to get him off. He’s not as large as some other demons in the castle, but he’s still bigger than most demons and thick, pulsing veins decorate his shaft, almost as if it’s constantly pumping something through the organ, even when flaccid. In a sense, he does. Barbatos always has something ready to pump into someone, he needs very little stimulation to actually orgasm and the only thing keeping him from cumming too quickly is his own self restraint and centuries of training. Still, the sight of your glistening cunt in his mind which is swallowing his tail up, clenching with every movement, is almost enough to let go of his essence.
“You take it so well, (Y/N)... I would love to fill you up with it more often.” but instead, he pulls back out, slithering around to your front to flick over your clit quickly. His own stroking becomes more erratic, grip on his cock tight as precum starts leaking out of his tip. He almost hisses at the sensation of his own wetness; it has simply been too long since he got himself off. His main goal is to cum together with you now, to see you come undone right in front of him as he is supposed to work and all the while the door isn’t fully closed. Anyone could waltz right in, but you’d be too lost in pleasure to notice. His tail would send you to new heights, making you feel things you’ve never felt before. His pheromones would coat you and mix with yours through the slick on his tail, making your clit almost feel as if it were on fire and in a sense, it really would be burning; burning with need. Barbatos has a slight advantage to other demons in that regard and he silently prides himself in the fact that his tail alone could drive someone insane.
His thumb strokes over the tip of his cock quickly, his balls tightening in anticipation. He wasn’t ever the loudest, not really, but in his mind, your tight little hole is tightening around nothing and begging for attention. Your own legs would shake with the orgasm that was caused by his tail and he'd quickly move it to leave your clit and spread your hole wide apart for him instead. In that moment, his gaze would focus on your wet cunt, watching as your cervix convulses around nothing, thinking your orgasm was triggered to properly mate. He’d groan loudly at the sight before absolutely spilling his seed, shooting straight for your spread hole. Most of it would land inside, all while his cock never actually was inside, and he knows that would drive you wild. “There…” he’d breathe out, completely spent and satisfied at having gotten you off. You’d breathe heavily, wiggling your ass at him to get some more of him and he would think about how he’d indulge in you next, cock already hard again and then-
“Ouch!” Barbatos hisses, feeling the hot liquid of the soup spill over and onto his gloved hand. The water is hot, laced with spices and not at all good for skin contact right now. Barbatos could feel the burning sensation creeping up his arm and he wonders for a moment how far gone he is for you when something like this happens. He isn’t pleased with himself at all, quickly moving to push his cock back in his pants and then start cleaning the kitchen. The soup has dripped to the floor and when Barbatos turns, he sees the cum covered counter and drawers right beneath. It instills nervousness in his chest; he needs to get this under control before it gets out of hand and he sees himself forced to kidnap you; not really unheard of by demons. But the Demon Lord requires sustenance, the castle needs to be checked for flaws and the little Ds need new tasks…
A new fantasy to indulge in, starring you, will have to wait, because Barbatos doesn’t have time.
Barbatos doesn’t have time. He rarely has time for anything that’s not already on his schedule and what he himself plans. Kind of ironic, isn’t it? How someone who can control and manipulate time cannot take charge of his own schedule. But he swore it. He swore he wouldn’t use his powers freely, even when it is of utmost inconvenience for him. Days were charged with energy, every step perfectly calculated and laid out in such a way that it would never make his Master’s life troublesome. Barbatos tries to keep things for Diavolo as easy as possible, even if it doesn’t always look that way to Diavolo himself. Barbatos has heard it all; how he should take it easier on himself, have some patience for Diavolo, how he should take it easier on Diavolo… right to the young Master trying to give Barbatos the day, or days, off, but Barbatos always refused, ensuring him that taking care of him and watching the Devildom continue to thrive and expand under his rule, is the greatest pleasure and the greatest relaxation of all. Barbatos doesn’t worry about the future, because he knows Diavolo will do great things. He does, however, worry about the road it takes to get there. Worry that he allows only in rare moments to leave his mind in exchange for something, or rather someone, much more pleasant.
You.
It started with absentmindedly caressing his own skin with his gloved hand during meetings where he stood off to the side. His gloves are fine, light and warm to the touch and they’re exactly what his skin imagines yours to be like. You’re such a divine, interesting little human, and Barbatos dreams of corrupting your mind just as you corrupted his. His mind would wander ever so slight. His senses were still sharp enough to be aware of any immediate danger to the crown, but a part of him imagines you touching his arm, perhaps on one of the rare occasions he doesn’t wear his usual uniform. You’d be one of the few people he’d allow to see him so vulnerable, so unprofessional. You’d be allowed into his private life and he’d tell you all about the things he has dreamt of doing to you. In his mind, he can see the way your expressions change; first confusion, then shock, and then the slightest ounce of desire that he’d build upon. He’d crush you, quietly, silently, until the only thing left on your mind is him. “-- bring my tea?” but Diavolo’s voice cuts through and he quickly moves to pull up the cart, placing a cup in front of his Master and filling it before adding a little cookie to the side. “Of course, my Lord. I have prepared your favorite.” Sadly, he couldn’t finish that little fantasy.
The next time was when he gathered the little Ds around for their daily tasks, giving instructions and directions to keep the castle as spotless as everyone expects. He himself is tending to the garden today, planting some more of the young Lord’s favorite flowers and picking ripe Devildom fruits to assemble tonight’s dessert with. In that moment though, as he spoke to the little Ds and then sent them on their way, he wondered how well you would respond to his orders. Would you be obedient? Give him what he wants? Or would you be a challenge he enjoys breaking in? He hopes you’d show a little defiance, even if it’s just played. Barbatos bites his tongue, tail suddenly flicking behind him as he imagines slowly caressing you with it. His tail is slick, smooth, but not really wet: the perfect sensation on your sensitive skin. You’d moan out, maybe unwillingly so, but you’d crave his touch nonetheless. “Barbatos…” he could practically hear your voice reaching his ears, pleading with him to touch you further, inviting him in to explore every inch of skin you have to offer. Every dip, every muscle, the roundness of your ass and the build of your chest… he’d imprint all of it in his mind. Well, he would, were it not for the loud crash a few doors down that pulled him back into reality. “Little D number three….” he mumbles under his breath, his signature smile gracing his face as he starts moving toward the noise, his tail slowly disappearing.
Noticing that he’s always pulled out of his thoughts of you, he has made it a point to just find moments for himself and take them as he pleases. Currently, food is cooking and it doesn’t need his attention right now… His mind is immediately on you, bending you over the counter by the oven, his hands keeping you pressed against the hard surface while his tail plunges into your tight hole. It slides in so easily, so slick and you’re so willing, but still fills you well. The one side of his split tail would flip over your balls every once in a while, making sure to bring you closer and closer to the edge. He can almost see your face distorted in pleasure as he works on you, all while never actually using his hands. “Y-Your tail…!” you’d moan out, completely surprised and overwhelmed by the feeling. No man has ever touched you like this, not that they could’ve. Humans are so… dull in that sense. All they have is their hands whereas demons can give you pleasure beyond imagination. The smell of food reaches his nose and he uses one of his hands to push his growing erection down.
Quickly, he stirs and cuts some more food, adding it to the pot and then covering it again, letting it boil on its own. His tail is still out, slowly slithering up his own body and squeezing at his own neck. In his mind, you’re still bent over the counter top, waiting for him to finish up, and he lets out a low groan at the mental image. Barbatos looks around once, closing the door to the kitchen with one swift move of his wrist: magic. His hand moves to unbutton his pants, conjuring up the image of you in his mind again. He has to take this chance now, not knowing when he will get a chance again. “Do you like it, (Y/N)? How my tail caresses over your body, finding every sensitive spot and how it teases your nerves, causing endless stings of pleasure?” he chuckles to himself at the words; of course you’d enjoy it. Barbatos would blow your small human mind with the things he could do to you.
Using the split ends of his tail, he uses them to spread your eager hole. The sweet aroma of arousal would reach his nostrils and he wonders for a moment if he could ever cook up something that would intensify your scent. “Barbatos, please… I need to be filled. “ oh, and he would indulge in your request just this one. After all, he would need to go back to work sooner rather than later. His tail would enter you again, pushing in and curling itself, successfully bulging in your lower abdomen. “You look good, (Y/N).” he’s praise, moving a hand to your lower abdomen to feel himself while beginning to stroke his length.
Demons have a natural desire to fill, to conquer and claim every inch of the one they’re interested in and for a while, the one Barbatos has been interested in has been you. Oh sweet little (Y/N)... do you know what this means? Barbatos groans, thrusting into his gloved hand, imagining it to be yours as you try to get him off. He’s not as large as some other demons in the castle, but he’s still bigger than most demons and thick, pulsing veins decorate his shaft, almost as if it’s constantly pumping something through the organ, even when flaccid. In a sense, he does. Barbatos always has something ready to pump into someone, he needs very little stimulation to actually orgasm and the only thing keeping him from cumming too quickly is his own self restraint and centuries of training. Still, the sight of your glistening cock, precum running down your own shaft and your tight hole, which is swallowing his tail up, clenching with every movement, is almost enough to let go of his essence.
“You take it so well, (Y/N)... I would love to fill you up with it more often.” but instead, he pulls back out, slithering around to your front, wrapping the slick tail around your shaft with swift strokes. His own stroking becomes more erratic, grip on his cock tight as precum starts leaking out of his tip. He almost hisses at the sensation of his own wetness; it has simply been too long since he got himself off. His main goal is to cum together with you now, to see you come undone right in front of him as he is supposed to work and all the while the door isn’t fully closed. Anyone could waltz right in, but you’d be too lost in pleasure to notice. His tail would send you to new heights, making you feel things you’ve never felt before. His pheromones would coat you and mix with yours through the slick on his tail, making your tip almost feel as if it were on fire and in a sense, it really would be burning; burning with need. Barbatos has a slight advantage to other demons in that regard and he silently prides himself in the fact that his tail alone could drive someone insane.
His thumb strokes over the tip of his cock quickly, his balls tightening in anticipation. He wasn’t ever the loudest, not really, but in his mind, your tight little hole is tightening around nothing and begging for attention. Your own legs would shake with the orgasm that was caused by his tail and he'd quickly move it to leave your needy cock and spread your hole wide apart for him instead. In that moment, his gaze would focus on your eager hole, watching as your walls convulse around nothing, thinking your orgasm was triggered to properly mate. He’d groan loudly at the sight before absolutely spilling his seed, shooting straight for your spread hole. Most of it would land inside, all while his cock never actually was inside, and he knows that would drive you wild. “There…” he’d breathe out, completely spent and satisfied at having gotten you off. You’d breathe heavily, wiggling your ass at him to get some more of him and he would think about how he’d indulge in you next, cock already hard again and then-
“Ouch!” Barbatos hisses, feeling the hot liquid of the soup spill over and onto his gloved hand. The water is hot, laced with spices and not at all good for skin contact right now. Barbatos could feel the burning sensation creeping up his arm and he wonders for a moment how far gone he is for you when something like this happens. He isn’t pleased with himself at all, quickly moving to push his cock back in his pants and then start cleaning the kitchen. The soup has dripped to the floor and when Barbatos turns, he sees the cum covered counter and drawers right beneath. It instills nervousness in his chest; he needs to get this under control before it gets out of hand and he sees himself forced to kidnap you; not really unheard of by demons. But the Demon Lord requires sustenance, the castle needs to be checked for flaws and the little Ds need new tasks…
A new fantasy to indulge in, starring you, will have to wait, because Barbatos doesn’t have time.
For background context, the 7 brothers used to have a younger female sibling with the name of Lilith, she was killed during the war between the Celestial Realm and the Devildom. In the intro of Obey Me; Nightbringer, we see a human crying from something they regretted. A demon with time magic came up to them and said that they could give him a hand, in which the human agreed.
Who else has time magic?
BARBATOS.
What if Solomon killed Lilith (whether accidentally or on purpose) and regretted it and Barbatos offered a hand. Barbatos regretted it as soon as he realized that he killed Lilith. And this realization is what caused Barbatos' grudge against Solomon in Obey Me; Nightbringer.
In addition to this, there was a man hushing the viewers after the intro part, and the features reminded me DISTINCTLY of BARBATOS. Which may hint that he IS the time demon in the introduction.
