[GN Reader x Barbatos. He kisses your beauty marks– or are they moles? Let's find out.]
One on the back of your left thigh.
Another, on your right knee.
Two on either side of your neck.
"...and one on the inside of your right wrist."
You look down, and sure enough, there it was: a tiny black dot you hadn't even noticed. How had he? Moreover, how did he remember them all?
"There's a saying about these, both in the human and demon realms..."
He holds your wrist with a familiar gentleness. As though it were only right, you lean into him as he pulls you close. You can feel his breath fanning across your face; and he, yours. Your gazes are locked, a visible representation of the bond between you two. There's a small, mischievous smile growing on his lips.
"Beauty marks are where your soulmate liked to kiss you the most."
Your heartbeat speeds up, your irises almost physically turning to hearts. What a sweet man you've found.
"Really? I always just thought of them as regular moles." Subconsciously, you sink deeper into his touch. Your opposite fingers curl around his other hand as your bodies magnetize to each other. His warmth becomes yours, and you hardly even notice the change. You're at home in his arms.
"Beauty marks, moles. The name doesn't change a thing; the love pressed into these tiny spots spans timelines."
He presses a kiss to the wrist he holds.
You return the flirt twofold, lowering your eyelids just so as you, with faux innocence, whisper, "Do you think you could kiss a new one into my skin, love?"
He smirks, still bent, gazing up at you through his lashes. "I could kiss you enough to cover you head to toe."
He rises slowly, never breaking eye contact with you. A small, shared smile grows on your faces. You challenge him, your voice low and alluring, "Wanna bet on that?"
His smile stretches into a grin, with a feral look in his eyes to match. "Of course."
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A/N: first time finishing an old draft in forever.
[A reimagining; AMAB!Reader x AFAB!Barbatos x Diavolo x Lucifer. Foursome, with character x character. Mild blood mention, multiple orgasms. Based loosely off the devilgram.]
‘Warning! Sure to make honeyed words tumble from one's mouth like sand’
Reading the suspiciously tiny sticker at the bottom of the bottle Barbatos, Diavolo, and Lucifer were far more than halfway through by this point, you wondered if they'd gotten the memo…
…Looking at Lucifer now, brazenly asking you to taste his lips in spite of current company, you had the distinct feeling they didn't.
“Are you drunk, Lucifer?” You shoot him a quizzical eyebrow, having no intention of taking up any bleary-brained requests.
“Drunk? You believe it'd take a glass of Demonus for me to want to kiss you?” There's a mischievous edge to his smirk, a matching glint in his slitted gaze. He leans in a little closer, his breath fanning out across your face.
“Lucifer’s right, [Name]. I can hardly find the words to explain how deeply I covet the taste of you…” From across the table, Diavolo reaches for your hand, grasping it in both of his and placing a loving kiss on your fingers. He doesn't stop there, though, planting his lips along your wrist and palm, each kiss more reverent than the last.
From his place at Dia’s side, Barbatos eyes his master and Lucifer both, sharing a careful look with you. “I believe this is more than simple intoxication…”
You re-raise your eyebrow. “You think?”
You nod your head towards the bottle, turning back to Lucifer as the butler reaches for it.
“I find your beauty alone to be intoxicating.”
“Mhmmm.. really now.”
“Your cruel words make my heart speed up.”
“I hope you're able to catch it.”
Lucifer has drawn you close, whispering directly into your ear now. His lips tactfully graze the shell of your ear, his hands placed just as intentionally at your sides, where his thumbs have begun to creep beneath your shirt and rub sweet circles into your skin.
“I believe I've found the cause for our sudden inclination to confess.” Barbatos’ words fall largely on deaf ears. Diavolo has found himself taken with placing hickies on your wrist, lining each one with a sweet nothing that would surely have taken someone else's breath away.
As you go to answer Barbatos, you hear the tailend of his most recent one liner, “...as all the gold in the Devildom, and sweeter than any treat I could find in all three realms.”
You can barely resist the urge to roll your eyes. “I imagine you've found the warning?”
He nods. “Rather interesting placement, wouldn't you say? How tricky.” He shakes his head, casting a complicated glance at his heart-eyed companions.
“So, why aren't you kissing my feet right about now? You had just as much as the other two.” You gasp, faux surprise and incredulence coating your words, “Don't tell me you're not in love with me, Barbatos!”
He chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners as an uncharacteristic blush colors his cheeks. “Believe me, I have just as much, if not more, affection for you as they do…” a flash of something darker in his eyes, then, “...but I prefer action over words.”
You hold his gaze for a long moment, the air between the two of you thick enough to cut. You part your lips, something sly at the tip of your tongue, when you're interrupted.
“Do you think our affections less valid because of the wine?” Diavolo gazes up at you, his eyes shockingly bright and full of emotion. “The Demonus only pushes us to say it, my love…”
Lucifer finishes for him, his eyes just as bright and clear. “This is how we've felt the whole time. You drive us wild.”
Even Barbatos joins in, “I wish to hold you just as close. No amount of sweet nothings can describe how deeply I long for you, nor how brightly you shine in my eyes.”
The sudden rush of sincerity throws you off. The three most powerful demons you know, all staring at you like you're the last star in the sky. Touching you as if it would heal the wounds of their very souls. The tension in the air was palpable, and only you could decide if it would burst or burn out.
The ball is in your court…
.
.
.
“Let's have a threesome. I mean foursome. Sorry, saw three of you, forgot to count myself.”
They blink, simultaneously taking in and recovering from your jarring statement.
“Ok.” Three voices say.
Moments later, you're in Diavolo's lap frotting your cock against his, his one huge hand effortlessly wrapping around both your dicks as Lucifer grinds against your ass. Barbatos kneels at your side, holding the back of your neck and whispering all the honeyed words he held back earlier.
“Every sound you make drives us insane, dearest.”
On cue, you moan, and feel matching ones reverberate throughout the chests you're squished between.
“Youre positively captivating. I wish you could feel how the mere sight of you makes my every nerve light up. How my love for you grows with every sway of your hips and quirk of your brow.”
“Fuck, baby–!” You didn't know who you were talking about. Probably all of them. Diavolo has brought his other hand up to grope at your ass, pulling your cheeks apart to give Lucifer better access. One of Lucifer’s trembling hands finds its way to your and Dia's tips, smearing your precum together as he starts the steady work of massaging the sensitive slits. D’s hand never falters, speeding up and making you both cry out.
“Fuck. Touching you is a dream I don't ever want to wake up from.” You capture the prince’s lips in a kiss, tangling your tongue with his as your hips start to rut up into the hands holding you. Diavolo meets you in the middle, his control splintering faster than his hand can keep up with.
Lucifer's other hand takes a firm grip on your waist, forcing you backwards to meet his thrusts in the middle. They're grunts and groans are adorned with the pinch of claws and pierce of teeth. In the heat of their pleasure, they latch onto your neck and back, leaving proof of their presence everywhere they can reach.
“Need you, need to cum on you, need to cum with you,” Lucifer's airy ramblings are hot on the shell of your ear, a sharp contrast to the sweet and slow ones Barbatos is kissing into the skin around the other.
“You're beautiful. A treasure unlike any in the realms. Look at how good you make us feel. Look at how good we can make you feel.” You can't help but cry out. They were fucking your body but making love to your brain, stimulating you deeper than any dick could go. There was a familiar warmth pooling fast in your core; you can't take much more of this.
Lucifer says something you don't catch to Diavolo, and before you know it he's opened his hand up, and Lucifer's got both hands on your hips, thrusting between you and Dia's cocks with wild abandon.
Dia is using both hands to keep the friction up, but you're already cumming, a throaty gasp ripping from your mouth as every muscle seizes and every nerve explodes. Lucifer fucks through his orgasm, biting down on your shoulder till it bleeds, yet still failing to silence his groan. Diavolo crashes into you, nonsense spilling out in the breaths between each fire-hot kiss.
Minutes later, the three of you are breathless, exchanging sloppy open-mouthed kisses full of teeth and tongue, many never even reaching more than the corner of the others’ lips.
You finally turn to where Barbatos was, and find he's stripped naked sometime during the height of your brain fog. His thighs are coated with his arousal, his clit puffy and peeking from between two fat lips. His hips are wide and padded with soft-looking fat. The way he's looking at you now says he's fully aware of how incredibly sexy it makes him.
Lucifer backs off you as Diavolo helps you to turn around. Pressing your back to his chest, you shiver at the feel of your spend, his, and Lucifer’s. Barbatos straddles you, wrapping his arms around Diavolo's neck and gently kissing his forehead to yours.
He whispers, “It'd be my honor to show how deep my love for you goes, [Name].” Vibrant emerald eyes reveal a well of devotion unlike any you've ever known. His breaths are slow and deep, as if he's savoring every second of your attention, of your presence, of your closeness. As if a single rushed breath would break the spell.
“Please,” You say, enchanted, “Show me.”
You're not sure who aligns you with his hole, as your hands are firm on his ass (just as soft as it looked) and his arms didn't move an inch. But they hold your cock steady as he sinks down, kissing the rim of his cunt to to your tip, then slowly swallowing the throbbing thing whole.
Four sets of eyes watch as your cock disappears, liquid lust dripping down the shaft as you spread him wide. He whimpers and bites his lip at the stretch.
“You're taking me so well, sweet boy,” the words tumble from your lips like sand, no Demonus needed. Lucifer comes to nibble at his ear, whispering something sweet of his own into it and making the butler’s eyes roll.
Fully sheathed, you all seem to let out a breath you didn't mean to hold. Barbatos takes one hand to his stomach, elated knowing you were inside him, your dick lodged deep right beneath his fingers.
A much larger palm you recognize as Dia's presses his hand down, making him feel it. It seems to make it that much more real for the starstruck demon, giving rise to a grateful smile. “I believe the Demonus is making me emotional” he says as tears well up in his eyes. “I’m simply so happy to have you inside me,” he takes you in a kiss. You can feel Diavolo hardening against your back as you take his butler's tongue just as deep as he took you. Muted grunts behind your head lead you to believe Lucifer and Diavolo were engaged in a similar act.
Breathlessly, “Ride me, Barbatos.”
Just as breathless, “Whatever you wish, Master.”
He starts off slow, clenching tight around your leaking length. You just came, yet the wet warmth of his core paired with the grip of his walls would soon drag you over the edge again. You were so sensitive too; you couldn't help fucking up into him when he twitched everytime you brushed his sweet-spot, melting your brain a little more each thrust.
And oh, the Sand Demonus was in full affect now— or perhaps, they’d simply never had a chance to say these things to each other. Regardless, you were no longer the sole target of their confessions. Praise and worship was exchanged between kisses exchanged between any mouth that could be reached. Diavolo drug Barbatos into a mess of a smooch, uttering endless lovely things that made him shudder and clench.
“You're so graceful, even as we ruin you,” Even you whine at the words, holding the green-eyed demon tighter and thrusting into him a little harder. Lucifer has the upper half of his face smooshed into the top of your head, fucking his fist while speaking to–seemingly–all three of you. ‘‘I can hardly take how beautiful you are. It's driving me insane. You're wonderful. You're unreal.”
Diavolo calls out to him, and in the corner of your eye you see him replace Lucifer's hand with his own.
Your eyelids flutter. “Barbatos, fuck, Barbatos, I'm–”
His hips crash into yours faster and harder than you can keep up, leaving you to whine and tremble beneath him as he rides you both into ecstasy.
Your brain whites out as you cum inside him with the final bounce of his hips, the fat of his ass rippling in your hands as he presses himself as close as possible to you. You can't breathe, can't think, can't be beyond the steady throb of your cock as you unload inside him. Already, the overflow was seeping out onto your lap.
You're vaguely aware of Lucifer’s cum painting your stomachs, of him sagging on top of your sweaty little pile. Of Diavolo still whispering in his ear.
Eventually, Barbatos stops shaking enough to slip off of you, whining slightly at the sight of your cum pouring from his hole. He plops back onto your lap hard, your softening cock between you.
Lucifer's ragged voice comes from above, “How long… huff, huff.. are these effects, huff, going to last?”
You don't open your eyes as you respond, “The sex isn't a.. huff.. side effect, Lucifer. Don't, hah, be like that.”
Silence descends.
Then—
Click!
The tell-tale shutter of a camera going off draws all eyes to where Diavolo holds his DDD, having the audacity to press it again now that everyone was looking. Despite Lucifer's speed, he can't grab it before the prince makes the device disappear, a wide smile on his face as he does.
“This was an excellent ending to this outing! We must do this aga—”
“No!”
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[Drabble?; demon heats, AMAB reader, AFAB barbie] [not a drabble. You fuck raw. He claws your back till it bleeds]
It started with him cancelling your date for the third day in a row.
The text buzzed your phone just as you finished getting ready:
"My apologies, but I'm feeling a bit under the weather today. I will clear my schedule and make it up to you soon my love."
A sweet message, if you hadn't already got it three times in a row, and always when you were finally on the way. Not to mention, his little disappearing act wasn't limited to just dates— no, no, you hadn't seen him in three days period.
Which is fine! But as a new couple, anxiety was quick to set in.
Hell, if you think about it, even in the weeks prior he's been acting sketchy! His schedule has always been busy, but the way he always made time for you, even a few minutes, kept you two strong! From sneaking away from official business for you to disappearing at mysterious texts on his phone...
No. It can't be. You wouldn't even entertain the thought. It was simply your anxiety at being newly coupled up, not knowing enough about your lover's inner life to self soothe properly yet. The idea of him falling in with a past lover was stupid, and you would not let it haunt you.
...at least, you didn't want it to. But the idea was planted, and now, you were hot on his trail with the intention of getting to the bottom of this. Today.
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Nobody stops you as you power walk through the castle halls, your dark aura and serious face being enough to deter anyone from meddling in your business.
You're on a warpath straight to the suspiciously empty servant's sector, where Barbatos bases his room purely for easy access to his underlings. At midday, this place should be buzzing, your lover at the center of it all with a cool attitude and scarily polite smile.
But nope, nothing. It was a ghost town (hall?), void of everything but....
You falter in your walk, raising your head to the air to get a better sniff.
The most wondrous scent has filled your nose. Sweet, like candy and cake and kisses. Gentle, like a warm embrace or a cool breeze. It reminded you of fall colors; vibrant, yet easy on the eyes. You had to know where it came from.
Just so happens, you and the sweet smell were going the same way. You're all too happy to follow it round every corner, until eventually, you arrive at Barbatos' door.
Temporarily reminded of your anger, you charge in without knocking, fist in the air, ready to give him a piece of your mind.
....It's a mess in here.
The single staircase that actually led into the bedroom spiraled down into a.. nest, of sorts. A pile of your clothes, blankets, stuffies and other were arranged on the bed in a rather specific fashion. The pile seemed to be the core of the strange scent; it filled your nose till your head was dizzy, and you had to physically shake it to regain sense.
"Barbatos? Barbs, where are you??" You walk around, checking around corners, in the closet, even under the bed. There's only one place you haven't checked yet, and now that you listen in, there seems to be quiet whimpering coming from behind the door.
You approach the bathroom cautiously, noticing there's no light on despite its apparent occupancy. You call out once more, your hand inches from the door, "Barbie? Is that you? I'm coming in there—"
You turn the knob, opening the door and flicking on the light in one smooth motion.
"—!!!"
Your eyes go wide at the sight in front of you.
Your darling Barbie, naked on the floor, soaked in his own juices. Pink and red from the tip of his ears to the top of his toes, his fingers, even now, pump in and out his swollen hole, his whole body screaming for release despite the last few still drying on him.
The other hand is tight to his mouth, doing his best to stifle the whimpers and moans that were now so clear to you. Finally, you reach his eyes. The pupils, blown wide enough they almost completely swallowed the green you knew so well. And tears you'd never thought you see filling up and spilling out over rosey cheeks.
Caught red handed, he drops his hand from his mouth, saying only one word, "[Name]."
He cums, his back arching as his legs flew wide, giving you a pornographic view of his cunt as he creamed on his own fingers. It was nothing short of breathtaking, and you find you have to remember to breathe moments after the show is over.
The loudest thing in the small space are Barbatos' heavy pants, the rise and fall of his chest unsteady. He was a mess, a far cry from the man you're used to, yet you weren't opposed in the slightest. In fact, the tired, lazy way his fingers continued to pump in spite of that mind-blowing orgasm only made you love him more.
"[Name]..." He calls out, shakily. His head is thrown back over the rim of the bathtub, so you can't see his face, but you imagine it's incredibly fucked out.
"I'm sorry...." You blink, completely taken out of focus by the apology. "I didn't want you to see me like this..." The squelch of his pussy is distracting, and you're starting to throb so hard you can't hear past the rushing blood. You adjust your pants, providing no spare comfort.
"It's my heat." With the will of the devil it seems, he drags his head up to lock eyes through heavy lashes. His voice is far away, carried to you on the wind of his breath as he reels. "I can't control myself... It's embarrassing. I can't think past my urges. I don't want you to hate me. I want you inside me." He sobs, and it's enough to break your heart.
"I want you... I want you to help me," he sniffles, his jerky hips now fully bouncing on his fingers again. "I don't wanna be alone anymore. It's so hot." sniffle "I miss you." sniffle
He throws his free arm over his eyes, whining freely about his wants and needs. While he cries, you approach, fumbling with your pants buckles as you stumble over yourself in your hurry to help him out.
You take his hand, removing his sopping wet digits. They're well wrinkled, and dripping likely hours worth of spend. You bring them to your mouth, savoring the taste on every last one.
Your actions don't go without protest, his cries immediately reaching a crescendo of complaints. He's so empty, he's so alone, he can't take it anymore.
Well spread as he is, there's no need to wait any longer. You pull your cock out of your boxers, line yourself up with his entrance, and push straight in.
His reaction is immediate. His back bows forward, his entire body jerking to life as if rejuvenated by the presence of another person. Seconds are all he needs to wrap all his limbs around you, sharp claws shredding your shirt and back as he dug in to hold on.
"Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes! Thank you baby, fuck me, take me, keep going, ngh!~"
Was he usually this vocal in bed, or was his heat making him insane? You weren't complaining at all though. His voice was already raspy and raw, so his screams were broken and breathy, making sweet love to your ears compared to the rough fucking you were actually doing. You grabbed him by his ass cheeks, bouncing him in time with your strokes so that skin slapped skin so hard it hurt, his already blushed skin sure to be bruised by the time you're done with him.
You take him at the mouth, shoving your tongue past his lips, not needing an invite to know you're welcome in every corner of him. He accepts you with a wide mouth and soft tongue, too happy to bend to your will, letting you fully take the lead as you suck on the wet muscle. You twirl and dance your intertwined selves back and forth past the gates of your lips, pulling back for breath only once your lungs screamed and your hips stuttered.
For both your sakes, you take your kisses lower. Sloppy and open-mouthed, across his chin and down his sensitive throat. Sucking on the hollow of his neck and making him sob your name like it was the only word he knows. You creep back up, biting his ear just hard enough to make him jump, then soothing it with a playful lick.
You litter his collarbones with hickeys, trying not to focus on the way his cunt fluttered around you, clearly trying to accommodate your size and drag you deeper at the same time. Every thrust brought you closer to his core, ecstasy seemingly right in the deepest parts of him where passion was a physical place that you could abuse until it burst.
His legs lock tight around you, his claws deep in your shoulders. The blood and sweat pouring off you didn't bother you in the least. The way he licked the streams, then kissed you with his blood-smudged lips, made you positively feral.
You kiss him again, tasting yourself as your hips go into overdrive. Your moans mixed, a muffled serenade for sex itself. In your final moments, you pull back, chanting his name as he screamed yours.
You cum inside him, burying yourself deep as you can go.
His nerves explode across his body, his mind expanding across every universe, every timeline, experiencing every second there ever was and ever will be in the span of... Who knows how long?
You were doing no better, your entire body trembling as his hips, having a mind of their own, continued to slowly drag up and down on your cock. You head was heavy with fog, that sweet scent from earlier now assaulting your noise with a renewed force. You realize now, it's his slick. The scent is coming from his cum, and as a fresh coat of cream glazed your dick, you couldn't be happier at the fact.
It takes a while for Barbatos to come back to you fully, as far as his mental goes. Though his slutty body still craves more, he could use a water break. And some help back to the bed.
You're happy to provide both, never pulling out at his request throughout all of it. Once settled, he asks, "Can you smell it?"
"Down multiple hallways."
He flinches, blushing impossibly deeper. "Does it... Smell good to you?"
You nuzzle into him, closing your eyes as you get comfortable. "Like candy, cake, and kisses."
You have a hunch he's smiling. "To most, there's just a distinct sense of terror and wrongness. It used to weed out unworthy mates, long ago, but in modern times it warns my weaker subordinates they're about to have a week off work."
You giggle, his familiar humor quite welcome in such a soft moment. "You should've told me. I would have helped sooner."
"I know, now. My head gets quite fuzzy in the days prior, so I must admit to not being the most rational person these past few days. I hope you'll let me make it up to you." He kisses your forehead, and you look up to find him already staring at you. Beautiful boy, with beautiful eyes and a beautiful smile.
"How long does your heat last?"
"About a week. But I haven't had one in a while, so times may vary..."
You reach up and kiss his chin, nipping him playfully. "Then I think I've got an idea that'll help both of us."
You draw him into a kiss, slowly beginning to rock your hips.
Pt 1/2. Anxious!Loser!AMABReader x AFAB!Barbatos. Cumming untouched, wet dreams, you making an absolute fool of yourself and a healthy dose of desperation]
The beautiful butler Barbatos.
The picture of perfection. Always dressed to the 9s, he performs his duties as if he was born for this sole purpose. The very picture of elegance, the cover boy of grace. He was, in every sense, flawless.
You wanted to tear that perfection to pieces.
To watch this masterpiece of a man be ruined at your touch. You'd stuff him so full of dick he couldn't think straight. No, you'd stuff him till he couldn't think at all. He'd be absolutely stupefied, so dumb on your cock he'd pledge his allegiance to you.
The very idea makes you shiver. Oh, Barbatos…
“Yes?”
Fuck!
The man of your dreams stands before you, real to the touch. Today, he lacked his uniform— a sight equal parts strange and intriguing. Honestly, you don't know where to look. His layers have been replaced with a breezy button up blouse, the short sleeves allowing you to drink in the toned biceps he kept hidden. He kept the slacks, but they were airy, a much more comfortable fit than usual.
In fact, his whole demeanor seemed more relaxed than you think you've EVER seen it. What the hell..?
“What's with all this?” Wow. Okay, asshole. “I mean, fuck, I like it, just, y'know, it's-”
“Different?” He offers, smiling politely before blessing you with a graceful twirl that inspires sinful thoughts. “I'm well aware. I ran into all seven of the brothers before I got here.”
You both laugh, his aura of ease washing over you in gentle waves. Suddenly, it's a bit easier to breathe, and you find the confidence to look him straight in the eye.
As you do, the light’s catching just right in those ivy greens. Mirth makes them glow, and you find yourself deep in cliché; lost this far in his eyes, there's no map that could ever get you out of here.
“[-ame]. [Name]? Hello?”
“Huh? Yes?”
“I was asking if you'd needed anything, or only wished to see me up close.”
“I-I did, actually.” You did…what, again? His Adam's apple had bobbed in his throat, and fuck if your eyes weren't fixated on the movement. “I need you.”
“Oh?” You're a fucking idiot. Blood floods your face and heats your skin faster than a flame could. You're sure your own embarrassment was radiating in waves. Worst of all… he seemed to find it quite funny.
“I meant… I need your help.” His smile stiffens slightly, that usual formality slinking back in to ruin the moment. “Wait! It's nothing serious, just uhh… erm..”
Searching desperately for an excuse on why you “called” him over in the first place, you realize the answer was standing right in front of you.
“My uniform! Its been ruined. Left some candy in a coat pocket, next thing I know, Beel's eaten the whole thing! Haha..ha.. so, uh, yes, could you… come help me get a new one tailored?”
His eyebrow, perfect as the rest of him, quirks up in a way that somehow goes straight to your dick. However, everything he does goes straight to your dick, so.
“I see… do you already have an appointment in place?”
You choke, feeling the lie lodge in your throat.
“A-appointment? I need an appointment?”
He chuckles. A win, in your book. “Did you truly think you could have an entire uniform customized on a whim?” He giggles. In fact, you think there's a light blush beginning to dust his cheeks. Holy shit, were you really making THE Barbatos blush and giggle like some schoolgirl?
“Oh… well, that's out I guess. Thank–”
“Actually…” A smirk creeps onto his face. His index finger, gloved in white silk, taps his chin thoughtfully. Those eyes, deep and mesmerizing as they are, take you in. You can feel the weight of them from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, lingering long on certain parts.
“It is my duty as a butler to provide top quality services to the prince before he even realizes he needs it. Tailoring is a non-negotiable skill. But the Young Lord is not under my care today.” He smiles wide, pearly fangs flashing as long lashes flutter closed in what looks suspiciously like satisfaction.
“I suppose I'll take care of you instead.”
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The tailoring room was just as grand as the rest of the castle, chock full of fabrics and tailoring-things, yet unlike even the most famous tailors in town, the place was so well organized an absolute nimrod of a man could navigate it.
Cough. Solomon.
Barbatos guides you to a platform in the middle of the room, directly in front of a large mirror, before disappearing round the corner. Automatically, you started to pick apart your outfit, feeling unusually insecure about how you look today. A simple shirt, baggy bottoms, the same old shoes. You hadn't dressed with an impromptu date with the love of your life in mind, that's for sure.
You shake your head, slapping your cheeks twice. You need to get your head in the game. This was a rare chance to impress him, make him want to talk to you more and more, potentially even make him fall in love with you! It was too late to change your outfit, but not your attitude!
(Were you always this corny when nervous, or was he an exception?)
The man of the hour reappears with measuring tape in hand and a scrunch between his eyebrows. “Have you ever been to a tailor before?” He questions.
“Nope…” you shake your head, “I'm glad you're my first.” Were you cursed to keep making vaguely sexual replies to normal comments? Shit.
He chuckles, continuing on. “I'm glad to be your first too.” His stride stops in front of you. It takes everything not to look away as he takes you in, the thoughtful look on his face making you gulp in anticipation.
Finally, he meets your gaze. “Strip.” A simple command, a not-so simple task.
“..huh?” Maybe you mish-
“I need you to take these off, [Name].” A single finger tugs on the belt strap at the front of your pants. His eyes never leave yours, his seriousness unquestionable.
He steps up onto the platform. He's so close you can feel his breath on your face, and at this proximity you're sure he can feel the heat radiating off yours. Blood you desperately needed in your brain was filling your dick, and if this went on any longer you were sure to start panting like a dog in heat.
Hell, he's getting closer. His lips graze your ear and your knees almost buckle. “I can assist you, if you'll allow me.”
You swallow, only to find your mouth dry as the Sahara desert. Nodding dumbly, you choke out, “I'd like that.”
He chuckles a bit, and your cock throbs so hard you're almost sure you've creamed your pants. His hand finds your waist, dragging from hip to hip as he makes his way behind you.
You lock eyes in the mirror. Your hard on is as clear as a human world day, but he doesn't speak on it. Hands heavy with intention, he removes your shirt at a snail's pace. Each inch of skin is as if seeing it for the first time; you don't recognize your body under his touch. The torso he exposed feels foreign to you, this whole event a dream that'll plague you for the rest of your days.
You lift your arms up so he can fully remove your shirt. He folds it, tosses it neatly to the side. He doesn't immediately start on your pants though— instead, he throws you a curveball.
“How was your day, [Name]?”
You blink, the response well rehearsed and quick. “Good, yours?”
In the mirror, you can see his eyes lying lustfully along the length of your spine. You stiffen, feeling gloved finger pads press against your lower back. “I awoke with a wonderful dream fresh in my mind today.”
He drags his fingers up up up, before trailing four gloved pads down each arm. You warble out, “What was it about?”
He reaches your hands, lacing his fingers through yours and bringing your fist up to his mouth. He places a soft kiss on it.
“Us.”
Your knees really do buckle this time, but you're safe in his arms. He's wrapped his and your own around you, holding you to his chest.
“What-” you squeak, flinching at the sound. Clearing your throat, you try again, “What were we doing, Barbatos?”
His head rests in the crook of your neck, putting you cheek to cheek with him.
“I was riding you.”
You choke on air, the room seeming to spin as you lean further onto him. He was- he was what? He was what?
“Is that surprising?” he's got a smile in his voice, but you're too dazed to look at him and confirm. He said he was riding you. Barbatos is holding you tight in his arms, and whispering in your ear about riding you. The Barbatos, the love of your life… had a dream about riding you.
“T-Tell me more. Please.” You hope your voice didn't actually sound that breathless and weak. He hums, his eyelids lowering to near slits as his hand finally moves for your buckle.
“We were right here.” God's above. “You sat on the edge, right in front the mirror.” Your buckle comes loose, and he moves on to your zipper. “You were practically crying. You told me how badly you needed me, how you couldn't cum without feeling my insides.”
His voice is sultry velvet, the perfect mix to make your cock throb and leak just as he dropped your pants past your knees. “I'd never felt hornier in my life.”
In the mirror, you stare at him. He stares at your cock. Specifically, the wet spot staining your briefs.
“And you felt so good inside me.”
You could cum right now off his voice and words alone. He saw you twitch when he said it, saw the wet spot get a little bigger. He's watching the effect he has on you in real time.
“Do you think I feel good, love?”
“Yes.” Your voice is ragged, desire dripping from the tears and leaking around the rough edges. Lust clogs your throat and clouds your mind, your breath coming out in heavy bursts as your dick swells impossibly further.
“[Name]... do you want to feel me...” You moan, the teasing alone making you sensitive and needy.
“..from the inside?”
Fuckkk. The question curls an electric ball tight in your stomach, the edge far too close for him to not have even touched you yet.
He licks along the shell of your ear, whispering as if telling you an important secret.
“Will you make my dream come true?”
You throw your head back and cum, your choked, gasping moans music to his ears as he watches you make a mess of yourself. Your fists find his pants and grip the waistband till it tears, all the while his arms wrap tight around you, holding you up. His lips press soft kisses to your sensitive neck, and you swear a second wave of pleasure hits you, damn near stronger than the first. It was just your luck to cum twice off a kiss alone. A neck kiss, at that.
You're too lost in bliss to worry about the time that passes between when you cum and when you come to. But when you do, your head is resting comfortably in Barbatos’ lap. “Finally, you're awake.”
“Awake? How long was I…?”
“An hour.” He smiles softly, obviously amused. “I must admit, I'm rarely surprised, but you've wowed me several times today now.”
Embarrassing. You finally get the chance to be alone with your crush, and you cream your pants twice and pass out for an hour. Wonderful work, really.
“I am so sorry.”
“No need to apologize— your snoring was actually quite endearing.” A groan of deep shame leaves you as you curl up into a pathetic little ball (still) on his lap. He laughs, full on laughs at you this time. Hell, he's probably been giggling about this the entire time you slept!
“I'm only teasing, [Name]. But you do snore-”
“Huh?”
“What?” You snap your head to look at him but find nothing but a polite smile.
He sighs, his shoulders dropping as his expression softens. Before he can speak though, you interject. “Really, Barbatos, I'm sorry… I didn't even get a chance to try and match your expectations before I ruined them. I'll take my leave, before I waste anymore of your time.”
His eyebrows both rise, before scrunching in obvious confusion. “You're leaving?”
Well, now you're not sure anymore. “Yes… I think?”
His face falls, the corners of his lips turning downwards just slightly in a small frown. “Oh…” Barbatos looks as if he wants to say more. His mouth opens, closes, opens again, before he finally sighs, defeated.
“I- I can stay, too. I'm sorry. I'm fucking this up, aren't I? I'm sorry. I don't know how or what- what am I even saying?...” You ramble on, your nerves returning full force till anxiety makes pacing difficult from how badly you're shaking. You start to sweat, moving to tug at your collar only to realize you didn't have one. In fact, you didn't have any clothes on.
Before you can start fretting about that too, he speaks. “I wanted you to touch me.”
You pause where you stand. The butler's voice is nothing short of a lifeline, and focusing on it helps your head clear. He continues, “My dreams are often prophetic… Yet every single one with you in it never seems to come true. I've been tortured by thoughts of your hands on my hips and your lips on my skin for what feels like eons now. Slow, devastating eons.”
Though no longer on the verge of hyperventilating, you now found yourself taking deep, heavy breaths. Despair had never looked so good; dark green locks mussed out of place as lithe fingers run through them pair perfectly with his downturned gaze, his irises shaded by thick lashes. He was splayed against the corner of the couch, his body sagging into the cushions as if he hoped to stay there, one with the velvet covering.
The tatters of his pants flopped in such a way you could see his happy trail leading further south. He shifts, his shirt riding up to expose more perfect skin and a perfectly toned stomach. Enticing as the sight was, you almost forgot he was singing his sorrows to you.
“I have never once in my existence begged. There are few things that I cannot have; the timelines are infinite and I can switch them at will. But… I want your heart in all of them. I need it. Can't you see how long I've waited for this? Can't you see that I need it?”
What a heavenly demon he was. Guilt at being blinded by your own embarrassment swam at the back of your mind, but the forefront was consumed entirely in renewed vigor. Barbatos said he needs you. How can you leave when he needs you?
Breathless, you climb back onto the couch. One knee between long legs, the other barely balancing on the edge of the couch. You put your hand on the spine, near enough his head you'd effectively closed him in on that side. Your free hand finds the back of his neck, drawing the despondent demon up where you could see him clearly.
His eyes were sad and dark, the lids heavy with disappointment. His stare barely penetrated the thick shade of his lash line, and his lips had formed a little pout. A dusty red painted his cheeks, ears, and throat. You don't think you've ever been harder in your life.
“What do you want me to do to you, Barbatos?” You say, airily.
Your right brow arches, and as your hips continue to pound into the butler beneath you, you lean over his shoulder and whisper right in his ear,
"Did I just unlock a new phrase?? I love that:D!"
Normally, Barbatos finds himself rather... annoyed, by your seeming inability to read the room no matter the situation. The first time you two shared a bed, he thought he'd see a different side of you. Yet, somehow, you seemed to get even more clueless.
Barbatos' claws dig into the dark wood of the table, leaving deep gashes that'd require magic to repair. His tail wraps tight around your leg, and every once in a while, you giggle about how the wet limb tickles.
He grits his teeth- you're giggling during sex? How could you possible be so carefree while he was losing his mind? Did the tightness of his walls do nothing for you? Were his moans not enticing, the arch of his back as he presents himself, begging for more, not arousing enough?
And it's so much worse because you fuck him so good. Barbatos has never thought himself a whore, never took particular interest in satisfying his sexual needs, but the way you grip his hips is perfect. You've fucked him at angles he didn't know exist, made him spurt loads that covered you both like snow. He'll cry from the pleasure, and stupid, stupid you, you'll smile at him, wiping his tears and dumbly asking if he was okay.
[A rewrite of an old fav of mine. Human Barbatos, dirty talk, creampie, multiple orgasms, friends to lovers, drunk sex lol, masturbation, dubious consent since reader's a fair bit more sober, AFAB Barbs, AMAB Reader. Enjoy]
You were no stranger to peering down the necks of empty bottles with Barbatos, hours lost to liquor and smokes as you talked about everything and nothing at all. You'd known him years, knew him like the back of of your hand, so you never thought there'd come a day when he surprises you.
Yet, as he sips from his wine glass, simultaneously reaching for the bottle again, you begin to think the day was finally upon you.
Right before he reaches it, you snatch it out of range, having to catch both the bottle and your jaw when he whines.
Whines. The Barbatos, your Barbatos, whining. Hell must be getting snow right now.
"What...?" You've effectively been rendered speechless.
Setting the glass down, he pouts. Was God okay? Can somebody check on him? How do you call an ambulance for heaven?
"[Name]..." Your name slips from his lips like a snake in the grass, a myriad of emotions fitted into so many little letters. "Pleaseee... Can I have it back?"
Wobbly as he is, he barely manages to lean towards you without nearly tumbling off the couch. You grab his shirt, yanking him to safety only to have his limp form crash into you. You drop the bottle, but luckily, it doesn't break. Unluckily, however, you may not be able to say the same for your friend's nose.
"Barbatos? Are you okay? What is up with you?"
"[Name], please... Just give it back. I won't do it again."
Gods, you are way out of your element here. It only worsens when his fingers, so weak and trembly, grasp your thin T-shirt in a show of drunken strength, the holds leverage for him to lift himself up till he's nose-to-nose with you.
Well, it's definitely not broken, at least.
"Barbatos, I don't know what you're talking about, but I definitely think you've had enough."
"Is it because of the way I look at you?"
You stop, both eyebrows rising in shock before one drops in confusion. He continues, tears beginning to flow and obscure cloudy emerald-green eyes.
"I'm sorry. It's not my fault. I want you so bad and every time you look at me my heart jumps and every time we hold hands I wonder how they'd feel anywhere, everywhere else on my body." He sniffs, his eyebrows scrunch in what is soon revealed to be frustration.
"But you. You never noticed anything. You go on and on, every week, a new lover this, a crazy ex that. You've made your way around every "friend" I've ever seen you have, but you won't so much as kiss me on a dare!"
Ho. Ly. Shit. He was talking about last week, when the two of you once again engaged in the habit of destroying your liver, but with a bit more company. A game of truth or dare had started up, one that got dirty quick. Soon, you'd chosen dare, and the decree had been passed: Kiss Barbatos on the lips.
They didn't ask for tongue, or give a time limit. A simple peck would have sufficed. But as the hopeful green-eyed man turned towards you, he found you shaking your head, waving your hand, laughing like such a thing was utter nonsense.
"No can do, Barbie's my best friend. Nothing more."
Nothing more. Such damning words. He didn't need to fake sick after you said them; his stomach turned with regret and self pity immediately, and he spent the rest of the night home alone, seemingly molded to the bed. Every day with you has felt like hell since then, a quiet, unseen one of his own creation. Yet, he craved your touch more than ever now. It was driving him insane. It drove him here.
"[Name], please. I'm begging you. Let me drown my sorrows. I don't want to love you any more."
Despite the many other revelations tonight, you still somehow had the capacity to be surprised. He loves you. Barbatos, your sweetest, dearest, bestest friend, loves you.
"Barbatos... I, I don't know what to say."
He sniffs again, and instinctively, you cup his face, wiping his tears and searching for a napkin for his nose. You find one, stained with grease from the pizza box, but intact. He blows his nose as you pet his hair, before tossing it to makeshift trash bag you've set up.
"Every time you describe what you do with randoms, I wish it was me."
"Barbie, why don't you slow down and tell me about this when you're sober? This is a lot to take in–"
"I want to 'take in' you." There it was, that pout again, paired with a sassiness you know well. He looks adorable, his eyes nearly closed under the weight of the lids, his face so flushed that with the green hair, there were a number of fruits you could call him. His eyes were still a bit watery, but he wipes them on his own this time, continuing.
"I wanna feel you bad. I want you on top of me, holding my legs however you wish as you split me in two. I wanna be chest-to-chest, your hands on my hips helping me ride you. I want you on every inch of my skin, in the bed, on the wall in the kitchen on the couch. Just fuck me."
His hands roam his own body, roughly palming his chest until his nipples peak through his shirt, his fingers twisting and pinching the peaks as he cries about his fantasies.
"I touch myself to you every night."
Fuck. What an erotic confession. "I stuff myself full looking for the stretch you'd give me, but it's not enough. It's never enough. I can't cum off it, no matter how hard I try and pretend it's you there, fucking me senseless, whispering lusty nonsense in my ear. I can't even do hook ups, because they'll never be you. All I want is you, even if you'll only have me tonight, even if I'm sloppy and drunk and desperate." His voice is frustrated and breathy, his face contorting as the anger at how badly his body needs you meets the pleasure his own fingers give him.
"It's not the same..." He sighs defeatedly, seemingly referring to his own touch compared to how he imagined yours.
Your breath hasn't come in at a steady pace for a while now. His monologue was a summoned imagery of a long list of filthy acts done with you in mind, the confession of lust like something you'd read about in a book. He was stripping himself, his shirt tossed to the floor, his pants bunched around his thighs as his pussy, covered by only a tuft of green hair, was spread wide by his own fingers. Right where you could see it.
Already he was sopping wet, clear arousal dripping onto the couch as the lewd squish of his fingers entering his hole met your ears. Somehow, he'd gotten even redder, and now the blush had spread down his neck and chest, reaching for his navel.
"[Nameeeee]." He called, nuzzling into your chest.
"Don't you want to feel me too? I promise I feel good. I'll make you feel so good. You'll never need anyone else ever again. I promise. Fuck me, Hon."
The calm, collected, and careful Barbatos was no more. In his place, a desperate slut who needed your cock to save his life. You've never treated him the way you treated others, out of respect for your friendship. You didn't keep him around for sex, or for partying. He was one of the few genuine connections you had, and more than anything, more than you wanted to touch and taste and feel him, you wanted him to be happy.
You thought that you'd been keeping him happy. But if he'd find the most joy in a night with you, no, a life with you, you'd give him all of yours in a heartbeat.
In a flurry of movement, his back hits the couch. His fingers leave his cunt with a wet pop as you make quick work of his bottoms, spreading his legs wide so you can fit yourself between them.
"Really?" His eyes are wide, a wobbly smile growing on his features. "You'll do it? You'll do me?"
Your eyes narrow as you pull him impossibly closer, your clothed boner resting on his bare cunt. "I'll do anything you want to you, Barbatos. Ask, and you shall receive."
Your voice is deep and raunchy, something blatantly primal coming over you. You were the predator, and he was prey, all too eager to jump into your maw, to feel your teeth pierce skin and muscle and bone as you devour him whole.
How didn't you realize it before? You were the predator, but it was he who was starving.
"I want you to cum inside me. I'll take it all, every drop you give me."
You needed no further persuading. Two sets of hands work to relieve you of your clothes, and then, blessedly, you're skin to skin. Barbatos can feel himself overheating, his heartbeat like a drum in his ears. There's no way this was really happening. In a few moments, you'd put it in, and in his excitement he'd wake himself up, only to be covered in his own cum and drenched in sweat.
Your pants hit the floor, and finally, his savior was freed. Your cock stood proud, a bead of precum on the tip. It was just like he imagined: heavy, with a thick odor that made his mouth water and prominent veins all along the underside. As he stared at it longer, he blushed. It was the exact color he'd imagined too.
You pressed the tip to his entrance, but he stopped you. "Wait! I, um, can I..."
This sudden bout of bashfulness threw you more off guard than anything else he'd done tonight. He takes a second to build his courage before meeting your gaze. "Can I put it in?"
You would have fucked him long ago if you knew it'd be this hot. The perfect mix of shy and slutty, saying such dirty things while looking at you like that.
You don't even respond, simply allow him to straddle your lap, taking your length in hand pressing it back to his entrance. "May I ask one more thing?"
"Anything in the world, Barbatos."
"Will you kiss me?"
'Of course'
You don't say it, rather, you let your actions speak for you. You take him by the cheek, bringing him in for a kiss as he takes you all in one go, the slap of skin as he sits on your dick making you throb.
Twin moans morph and mix in your mouths, passion making you sloppy as he sets an unforgiving pace for himself. Your hands find his hips, but he doesn't need any help, pure instinct carrying him farther than you could ever go.
"Baby, fuck, slow down!" You choke past your gasps, each slam of his hips stealing your breath away. He's gone in the head, his eyes glazed over as the grip on your shoulders gets tighter and tighter, his blunt nails still managing to stab you as he chases the climax he's been denied for months now.
It starts as drunken nonsense between sharp breaths, but soon, he's chanting your name, spewing your praises like a man spared a pain.
"I feel good, right? Tell me you love me. Tell me you'll stay here and fuck me forever baby." If you didn't know any better, you'd say his pupils were little hearts right now.
"Can you feel how bad I need you? Every second you're not inside me is hell, and every second you are is paradise. My pussy has your name on it, forever, till the end of time. Please, fill it up, mark it as yours. Cum inside me baby."
You obey the wicked temptress that'd taken over your (typically far more docile) bestie's body, capturing his hips at the deepest point, ensuring that he feels you in the farthest parts of him. You cum, your mind going blank as he clenches down, squealing from somewhere far away. The hypnotic pulse of his walls as he cums drags your seed deeper, your dick being hugged so tightly his cunt would surely remember the shape.
You release him, and to your horror, he's up again, slamming his body back down onto your sensitive cock. The sounds you make are raw and filter-less, the sweet pain of overstimulation making you shake. Barbatos is in no better shape; he's too sensitive to maintain the pace he had before, but too greedy to come to a stop. He wants you, more of you, all of you.
Through your daze, you hear him, feel fat tear droplets begin to pepper your abdomen. "No, no, nooo.... Not yet... I'm not ready yet." His sobs are so sweet, so innocent compared to the greedy, leaky cunt the words stemmed from. Even as he cried, he rode you, his pussy bright red from the self-inflicted beating.
Fuck. How the hell did he manage to hide this from you for so long? How the hell did you not notice?!
A bout of Herculean strength switches your positions, his back once again landing on the couch. You don't give him time to breathe, ravaging his remains like the starved man you are. He wanted you to mark him, to make him yours, and you'd do so.
His screams were music to your ears, pleas for mercy and more blending until they were mere babbles. His nails raked down your back, clawed at whatever they could find as his walls spasmed, the stimulation just too much for one man. You cup his neck, pulling him into your lap and capturing him in a kiss as you begin to bounce him, using his body weight against him. Your other hand releases his waist, leaving his two trembling arms to support his wait as you begin another attack on his clit.
As expected, he crumbles. Three quick circles and he's convulsing, his arms failing him as he collapses partially onto the chair arm, partially into your lap. Once again, the pull of his pussy as he cums is too much for you, and you fill him up again, the feeling of your own cum leaking out of him, dripping down your shaft onto the ruined chair below almost enough to entice you into another round.
Poor Barbatos. He's half conscious, babbling thank you's. You rest your head on his shoulder, tuning him out until you had enough strength to pull out.
It took a while, but you did. His walls fluttered awake, clenching weakly as though they truly couldn't bare to see you go. You escape rather reluctantly, and find Barbs dead sleep. You carry him to the bedroom, falling into bed and only stay awake long enough to cover him with blankets
When you awaken, he's covered you too. His face is blushed already, thoughts of last night, the way he acted, and your response having played in his mind for hours before you opened your eyes. Seeing you in bed the next day made it real in a way the dull throb of his pussy couldn't. It really was you.
"I wanted to apologize for-"
"Sheesh, man, can I get a good morning first?"
You pull him into your arms, amused by the stark contrast to the side you saw last night. "We can talk about everything later. Much, much later. Like, tomorrow, later. Until then, just rest. There's no way you're fully recovered already."
He wasn't. In fact, his head still beat with a hellish hangover, not aided by his own massive mortification. But, he couldn't sleep quite yet.
"[Name], just, let me say this one thing."
You give him your full attention, your eyes locked on his. "I... I meant everything I said last night. I really don't want you to think I just wanted sex, I really do..."
"Love you."
You smile, dragging him into a kiss as bubbles float around your soul. "I never doubted you for a second, Barbie. I love you too."
His joy is palpable, raw and genuine. He kisses you this time, and for the rest of the morning, no one else matters.
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Eek! Did you enjoy ? I wanted the story to make more sense, the sex to feel more rewarding. Like yeah in the og he's drunk n horny and that's fun, but like, he's drunk and the love of his life is right next to him without a clue. He'd be horny AND sad, fs. And I feel it's more in character for Barbatos to be a sad drunk. TN is horny and desperate sober
[Barbatos x GN Reader. Perfectly SFW. Have a happy new year guys– I know me and Barbie will]
"You're staring."
"I know."
He chuckles, his pretty face flushing a light pink. How could you not stare? The love of your life was next to you, dressed in clothes you brought him, glowing beneath the human world's moon. All the stars seemed to twinkle in time to your heartbeat. You swear the wind whispered his name. Even the faint beat of music from the city far across the sea seemed to tell you something.
Lean in.
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
Kiss-
"Do you also know that you're drooling, my love?"
You snap back to reality, frantically wiping your mouth only for your hand to come back dry. You snap your head up right as Barbatos bursts into laughter, his joy more infectious than the flu.
"You look so nervous... Can you blame me for teasing you?"
You huff, your false annoyance unconvincing with that smile splitting your face. "Yes, I can! You'd be nervous too if you could see what I do. You're stunning, Barbatos."
Each time his blush deepens, you fall deeper in love.
"I'm so happy to have you out here tonight. I've dreamed of this since October; everyday I imagined sitting here with you, getting closer and closer as the night wore on. Resting our heads together while we whisper secrets. Then, right before the clock strikes twelve, I'd confess."
He's speechless for a moment, surprise widening his eyes and raising his brows. Perfect, pink lips were slightly ajar with something unspoken, and the silence between was filled with crashing ocean waves.
The wind blows, ruffling his hair. You brush a few strands out of his face.
"My love.... We're already dating."
It's finally your turn to laugh. The sound echoes across the ocean before being thrown to the wind.
"I know." You gaze into his eyes, and he holds it, transfixed. "But I don't feel the same way I did when we first got together. The words I once said to you aren't enough to describe how I feel now. I have to get it out, these new words, these new feelings, before my heart bursts."
Just then, a timer goes off on your phone. 11:59 pm.
Shutting it off, you look at him again. "I guess my little speech came out earlier than intended." You smile at him, watching as his face slowly moves from shocked to amazed. There wasn't much difference between the two expressions, really, other than the shift of emotion in his eyes.
Then, he surprises you with a question.
"Can I kiss you?"
You didn't surprise him with your answer though.
"Of course."
Your hands slide up his legs to hold his waist while he wraps his arms lazily around your neck. Your lips meet, and fireworks explode in the background. They're as grand as your love for him, as loud and proud as every "I love you" you've ever exchanged. And as bright as his eyes when he pulls away to breathe.
"Happy New Years, Barbatos. Can I kiss you again?"
He doesn't say "Of course," but with the way he kisses you, he might as well have.
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Happy New Years!!! Love you guys. Here's to another long year of obey me, Barbatos, and writing 🥰🫶🏾
[Drabble; Barbatos x GN divine reader, suggestive]
Sat ram-rod straight in your lap, Barbatos looked down at you, and shuddered. Your hands were cold, and they crawled like frostbite up his skin. Sliding up his thighs and across the plains of his abdomen till your finger tips grazed the pebbled peaks of his nipples. Then, they return to rest on his soft, wide hips.
You were staring at him in complete silence, expression as blank and unreadable as the tundra. The confident, sexy aura he had earlier wilted in the icy winds of your stoicism like a flower in the midst of winter.
Barbatos finds himself chewing his lip before speaking. He's not used to this; this feeling of helplessness. "Why won't you move?"
For the first time in what feels like forever, you met his eyes, and it made him shiver.
They shone with ichor, a glowing molten gold that harshly contrasted your cold demeanor. Power surged in the swirling warmth of your irises, and in that there was no mistake to be made— you were, undoubtedly, a god.
You sigh, but he sensed no annoyance in it.
"I am... admiring you, my canvas."
Barbatos blinked, both at the nickname and the confession. He blushed as it registered, but tried not to let the extent of his fluster show.
"Thank you, Master.. but I doubt there's much to admire when looking upon a soul as black as mine."
It was true– he's a demon, the lowest entity according to heaven's scale, and you were a god, the ones who created it.
"The brightness of one's soul doesn't make one beautiful, just as darkness doesn't make one ugly. Your soul may be black, but your skin is unharmed and unblemished. Left in your rawest form, you radiate beauty as though you were a god yourself."
You made his breath catch in his throat. Sincerity pooled in your gaze, leaked from your fingers tips and stained his skin. You meant every word, and he felt that truth everywhere.
"I want to appreciate this body, before i defile it with my divinity."
"Defile it with... divinity?"
You hum a "yes", focusing on rolling your hips and savoring the gasp that left his mouth. You speak only once more on the topic that night.
"Godhood is a fate worse than death, a dirt that appears on skin and soul alike. May your damndest demons be the death of me for what I'm about to do to you."
