Imagine that Mc is the only person capable of saying no to Diavolo normally, without any fear or consideration for his status. For example, imagine that when they were in the human world Diavolo proposes something grandiloquent and attention-grabbing, but Mc tells him firmly “No, Dia, we're not going to do that”. Or in the creation of a new event, the prince proposes to alter all the schedules to do something totally new and unknown, everyone is racking their brains to tell him it's not a good idea and the human just comes up to him and says “It's not a good idea, let's think of something else”.
And while all the demons around look at Mc with fear, reproach or disbelief. We have the future king of Devildom looking with heartfelt eyes at the human. Because in Devildom he can do anything, no one can deny him anything reasonable or not, most demons are unable to even show disagreement against him. But Mc is not afraid to speak their mind, they are not afraid to tell him how bad some ideas are, how dangerous or senseless they are, they are not afraid to go against him. And that just makes him, for once, feel like someone treats him as an equal, sees him as an equal. And that just makes the demon appreciate the human more and more.
Noble Demon: What do you see in that human, my lord?
0 grimms??? you dare trap The Great Mammon in a pact with you and ya got 0 grimms to show for it? oh! oh! jail for the human!! jail for the human for One Thousand Years!!!!!
You know what I could be doing? Working on the fics I have. What am I doing? Writing headcanons about the first thing that pops In my head.
Lucifer
OBVI great choice
Looks great, Great at conversation, polite, all the works
Complains you didn't bring a jacket (gives you his coat)
Would slow dance with you but if the beat picks up would NOT hang around
Make him do the cha cha slide (funny)
Mammon
I feel like the typical answer is "omg he'd steal the wedding gifts blah blah blah"
Hear me out though, you picked HIM to be there, around friends and possibly family. He's gotta make the best impression!
So you know he's on theme, slightly matching with you of course
And he's charming, and polite, and is making the entire crowd laugh
Down to dance, even when you're worn out you'll just have to sit while he breaks it down
Satan
Another great choice of course! Very much a gentleman.
He's caught up enough on human culture to have very intelligent conversations with every person he speaks to
Of course he wants to slow dance, but when the beats drops? Yeah he'll dance, kinda awkwardly, but he will! Its honestly so cute
Definitely the type of guy to hold your purse/items and carry you back to the car cause your feet hurt
Levi
Y'all are risky for this one but I see where your coming from
if he is around the right people (anime fans) you can really set this boy up for success
Even if not this boy although a little shy is polite and kind when they come up to talk to you but you'll have to lead the conversation a bit
Will slow dance but you only get one fast song before he wants to leave
Asmo
MY NUMBER ONE PICK
First of all, he will make sure you look SO HOT in the perfect on theme appropriate outfits
Also, if you have social anxiety (like me) you do not even have to try. He carries the conversation like its no big deal
How tf does he know the cotton eyed jo dance???
Just make sure he doesn't get too friendly with the married couple lmao
Beel
Does he have the biggest plates at the buffet line? I mean duh. But you don't see him as insatiable as usual. Is he not feeling well?
"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm having a good time getting to know your human world friends" he says with that oh so sweet smile
Beels not the biggest talker, but he does converse with people at the table. And has a fun time dancing!
"Can we get food after this?"
Belphegor
Bringing the sleepy boy to the wedding huh? Okay lets see how he does
I feel like the brothers would give him a hard time telling him to not fall asleep during the ceremony and reception, with mammon placing bets to see how long he will last before he passed out. It gives belphie the motivation to prove them all wrong!
And he's sweet, and dances with you, and smiles and laughs, and you're legitimately having an amazing time!
In Belphegor's mind, he's reeling. He's already chugged 5 cups of coffee before getting here and by the reception he wanted was to lay down and rest. But seeing you so happy, smiling, it really makes it worth it
You're carrying him home tho that boy passes out right after LMAO
I need more people using Barbie as a nickname for this ancient, eldritch horror demon. Please. I just wanna give him baby girl treatment, everyone join me on my quest.
Barbatos x Gn!Reader! Required feelings, reader is thirsty as sin, that’s okay tho, cause so is Barbie hehehe rated T for laboured breathing and bad community theatre.
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Maybe it was out of fear for your safety, or maybe it was out of consideration for him, but never in a million years would you have imagined yourself carrying Barbatos bridal style, out of the demon king's castle. His lithe body curled into yours as you walk him carefully though the threshold, offering soft words of encouragement as you make the trip. The most powerful demon (arguably) in the devildom, wrapped around your neck and buried against your shoulder as he fights to control his breathing. The sensation of his soft shudders against your chest, the way his nails dig into your back, the way he pulls himself ever closer to you- all reminders that this was not your imagination at all.
Trying to keep yourself in check as you comfort your friend is proving difficult in its own right. Barbatos is mysterious, reliable, and so effortlessly perfect that you can't help but think about him often. He plagues your thoughts regularly, but seeing him like this, vulnerable and dependent on you is going to fuel your nights for years to come. It's difficult to rein in your own wild fantasies when you'd been the one to pick him up in his moment of weakness, but you make a valiant effort all the same. He needs you in this moment and you swallow down your own desires to focus on keeping the butler safe and out of harm’s way. Or, out of rat's way.
One of the little D's had decided that it would be easier to throw garbage into a 'compost hole' after you'd talked to them about responsible waste management. You'd, of course, never meant that as an easy way for the little guys to get lazy in their chores but clearly it had backfired all the same. The whole thing was only made worse when No.6 had asked you about taking responsibility and you'd insisted it was the right thing to do. How could you have known that he'd meant taking responsibility for the small rat colony that had built a home in the garden of the palace and had slowly begun infesting the house. In part, your willingness to care for Barbatos during his time of crisis is because you feel responsible. The other, much larger part, is your rampant desire for the man.
Dutifully, you carry the time demon back to the house of lamentation, glad for the short distance between the two estates. While you aren't weak, Barbatos is dense muscle and that makes carrying him long distances a bit taxing. Though, you decide in this moment that maybe you'd better work on getting stronger- How could you carry him home on your wedding day if you can hardly make the trip now when you're just saving his life? Putting away the fantasy a moment, you manage to get Barbatos through the threshold of the house but in hearing the racket from the shared spaces, you choose to bring him somewhere private so he can recalibrate himself before making an appearance.
Your bedroom is simply the best choice to grant him privacy and calm. As you lay him down on your bed and press your foreheads together, you insist that it's only meant to help ease his mind. You are his friend and confidant in the moment over all else. Everything you do is for his benefit- or you continue to tell yourself that when he doesn't release your neck and instead insists that you lay down beside him. "Your heartbeat is reassuring" and you take that comment like unholy testament as you scramble onto the mattress with him. His warmth is so close to you that you're not sure where your body ends and his begins and if it weren't for the fact that he was in distress, you'd be on cloud nine.
Unfortunately, he is in distress, and you're a good (enough) person that you can't just relish in the moment while he anguishes right next to you. Bringing a hand up to his shoulder, you try to soothe him with the soft circles and a firm pressure along his arm and back. He lets out soft and after a moment of complete silence, save for his breathing and your soft words, he manages to peel himself off the pillow and sit upright. There's the sound of rustling clothes as he adjusts himself, fixing his kerchief and smoothing out his coat before turning to face you with a soft, embarrassed expression. "My deepest apologies for my embarrassing behaviour." His words come out in their usual, even tone, but you can still hear the slight wobble in them. It makes your chest tight in the best way.
Sitting up yourself, you move to fill his eyeline. Despite his red face, he still offers you a practiced smile and a soft bow that you simply can't tolerate in this moment. He's being strong for his own pride, but you've just had a taste of his vulnerability and you want more- no, you want to ensure your friend isn't simply pretending to be alright (yeah, that works). Leaning in closer still, you place one of your hands on his chest and offer him another sweet smile. "Barbie, it's okay to rely on me in moments like this. I'm here for you, here to help." While he does seem to relax a little, his eyes look clearer now. The usual sharp, clever teal returns to him, and you mourn your little moment of bliss.
Barbatos stands from the bed, and you assume he's going to step out and organize an extermination with the brothers. He does not, however, go towards the door, but instead carefully removes his jacket and shoes, placing them by one of the chairs at the table in your room. He undoes his kerchief and then comes back to you, crawling onto the comforter and then laying himself where he'd been when you first placed him there. Your eyes wander helplessly along his elegant form, drinking in every curve and arch of his body but before you can say anything, ask any question about his wellbeing or actions, he tugs at your collar. "Forgive me, it seems I'm still in a state of unease" he says, with the easiest tone you've ever heard.
No further delays are needed though, he's made it clear he wants your attention, wants your considerations and you intend to provide. Laying back beside him, you bring an arm up to caress his shoulder and upper arm. This appears to be the wrong answer when Barbatos instead takes your hand, and scoots close enough to you that you’re forced to drape your arm over his side in a pseudo hug. Breaths overlapping, he lets his eyes flutter shut and leans into your warmth- the position equivocal to a cuddle. The position equivocal to your fantasies and absolutely making your head spin between the two of you and the dark of the room. When his eyes open, the teal nearly startles you against the dark and he speaks your name in a soft chuckle. "Thank you for taking care of me. I cannot imagine how I might have made it out of there, if not for your courage." the words ghost across your face, and you can smell every letter on his peppermint breath.
The distance between you two makes you loopy and you feel the way your body aches with his proximity. You try to flex your hands to keep yourself in control, but the action only reminds you how your arm falls across his side, feeling the texture of his expensive shirt. Fluttering beneath your own, your heart beats loud as a clock tower in your ears and you fight every urge to lean in and close the distance between your lips. When your foreheads meet, you realize you're losing the battle and jerk backwards like you've been burnt, your face red enough that you might have been. You expect Barbatos to chuckle or perhaps make an innocent comment about not having noticed. Instead, you hear the dissatisfied little huff before his eyes open back up to stare at you.
For as ancient and powerful as he is, your own novice behaviour is probably irritating to him. Here he is, trusting you with his anxiety and you just blink at him with your mouth hanging open because he's hot and laid out in front of you? Surely, you're better than this! You decide to prove that you are, so you lift yourself up on your elbow and put on your best concern before petting his hair the way you might pet Lukes. Barbatos is important to you, and you won't be disappointing him if you can help it. Except, when you look down into his eyes, your obvious shift in demeanour puts an unhappy expression on his face. You blink down at his straight line of a mouth and unimpressed eyes. Even his eyebrows press together slightly, and you feel yourself sweat a little as you contemplate what you did wrong. "Are... are you feeling better, Barbie?" You offer out in a parental tone.
"No. Truly I am plagued by my own anxieties. If it is not too much to ask, could I trouble you to hold me? I'm simply too frightened to move." it feels like he's reciting lines to a play he wanted no part in and you're not sure if you should laugh or cry. Here you were, fighting back your base instincts to just touch him and enjoy his warmth and now you're basically being told that that’s exactly what he'd like you to do (it can’t mean the depraved way you’d wanted though). He almost seems totally different than he had been at the castle- and you're realizing that he's been playing up his fear (You can’t bring yourself to hope it’s for more physical contact). Blinking down at the demon you try to offer a different, supportive tone, but he lifts a gloved hand, placing it against your mouth. Shifting his expression into the type of smile that acts as a warning, he repeats himself. "If it is not too much to ask, could I trouble you to hold me?" It seems second time's the charm.
Lowering yourself against him, you pull Barbatos into your arms and he immediately reciprocates. He drapes himself around you and the cuddle that ensues makes your heart hammer and your face flush. You can't believe that he wanted this as well, basically put on a whole performance for you to just get to this point (though, it’s probably platonic) and you can't help but wonder when it started. When the sensation isn't immediately flooding your system with endorphins, you manage to ask. "So, the rat thing in the castl-" he bumps his forehead against yours hard enough to derail you. Clearly, he doesn't want to speak about it, so that's proof enough that the whole thing wasn't a lie. You remove a hand from his waist to nurse your brow, and he sighs a little against your chin.
As per his request, you keep silent, holding him against you while your entire body overheats and putters out. It's the closest thing to heaven as you can find in hell and while you wish you could confirm his intention, you also just want to take the chance to revel in this sensation a little longer (who cares if it’s platonic for him, this is awesome). He's so warm and you can feel his muscles, compact in his lithe frame. Holding him like this, smelling his breath and feeling it against your face makes your stomach flip around like a gyroscope. Willing yourself to calm down takes forever, but after some time you do manage to calm enough to pass out in his arms. You wake a short time later as he shifts to stand from the bed.
Watching him retrieve his things and adhere his necktie feels like an invasion of his privacy. His deft fingers work easily around the knot and as he readies himself to return to the rest of the world, you can't help but stare (like always). Barbatos is so gorgeous. His shoulders, not too broad but manly, his thin waist, perfect to wrap your hands around, his sleek build, elegant and inviting- you feel like a pervert and need to bury your face into the pillow to stop from audibly groaning. He hears you all the same and returns to the bed, kneeling beside you. The sensation of his fingers against your head is what make your eyes open to meet him and when they do you feel yourself melt all over again, but not enough to stop your question. "Why play up the damsel in distress act?" You mumble into your pillow, unwilling to break eye contact with the beautiful demon.
Barbatos' chuckle shoots through your bones and you let out a pathetic noise as he pets your head, dragging his thumb along the shell of your ear. "Please forgive my earlier deception. I had intended to push passed my distress and return to the castle immediately, but your face was so determined, and your arms were quite inviting- I found myself wanted to play the damsel quite desperately." He strokes from your ear to your cheek and puts on a devious little smile. "Since you were so eager, both today and every time you lose yourself staring, I could not help myself." Peppermint is all you can smell as he leans into you, turning your head with the hand on your cheek and whispering your name against your lips. "I wanted you to spoil me a while." He leans in the slightest bit more, letting his lip rub against yours in a soft press but no real kiss. When he pulls away, it's with a coy smile and an amused expression. "My sincerest apologies, darling." You're sure he's never been less sorry for anything.
Teal roots itself to you as he stands back up, straightens his posture and clothing and then turns to the door. His eyes drop from you when he turns, and you feel breath in your lungs again. You're almost dizzy on his aura and you hadn't even noticed when grabbing the sheets until your hands ache from squeezing them. Before he closes the door, Barbatos offers you one last look over, his eyes trailing your prone body and that same satisfied expression etched into his sinful features. Once he's out of sight you melt and groan. There isn't a soul alive who could stand up to the time demon when he wanted to seduce someone- that was clearly him trying to seduce you right?
Exhausted and exhilarated, you stare up at the ceiling as you play with your lip. The sensation of him in your arms, against your body, pressing your lips together (your first proper kiss would be way better than that), it all leaves you thrumming and excited. Barbatos has plagued your thoughts for as long as you've known him, and while you would never have assumed anything a week ago, it's clear your constant desire for the man had become not only obvious, but welcome as well. It would be a waste to not seize the opportunity and fantasize about the man with his clear approval. So, for the rest of the night (and month), you recall every touch of his fingers, his lips, the way his forehead had knocked yours and how his body had pressed against you. It all swirls in your mind in a smog of peppermint and teal and as you fall asleep that night, the only sound you can hear in the quiet is your own laboured breathing and the way he'd chuckled around your name before asking you to spoil him.
