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So next in the poll was Barbie. Here you goooooo! But also I got my fucking charger replaced (finally), so we're jumping back into consistent updates! (I hope!!)
Barbatos x Gn!Reader! Rated PG for your boyfriend being an ancient demon who maybe doesn't respect people's rights to have their muscles inside of their skin. shrug.
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Barbatos was petting your head. His deft fingers played with your hair and rubbed circles into your scalp in all the spots that made you weak. Coming over to see him today had been a whim but when he'd sprawled out on the couch and beckoned you over to lay with him, you knew he'd seen through your mask. You could always trust your boyfriend to know exactly what you were thinking, and what would make it better.
White gloves tug at you softly and you wiggle further up his reclined figure. You feel him shift when your hair begins to tickle his chin and you mumble a small apology absently. "My love, there is nowhere in all three realms I would rather be than here. Why are you apologizing?" It was just a question, but you realize it's more than the words he's used. Maybe once, you'd apologized for things that didn't really warrant them, but in your time with Barbatos, that habit had almost completely died out. The only times you find yourself apologizing now are when you genuinely mean to, or when you would get overwhelmed and fall back into old reflexes.
Laying here with him, you wonder why you'd thought it necessary and twist up to face him with a nervous little stare. The demon wasn't upset by your apologize, but the way he kisses your forehead reassuringly lets you know he's concerned and trying to soothe you. The relief is immediate and that's when you realize that you'd needed his comfort more than his presence today. Maybe that was why he was lounging on his couch, when usually he was always up and busy with something or another.
Warming at the thought that he'd taken one look at you and decided to be doting and kind, you nuzzle further against him and let out a sigh. Barbatos remains quiet, instead holding you closer while he waits for you to say the words. It's safe here in his arms and you take a deep breath before pressing into him further and finding your voice. "Today was really exhausting" and while you knew it would never compare to his amounts of work, complaining did help you process the events enough to move passed them. He draws a circle into your cheek with his thumb and waits patiently for more.
"I took a shift at library, right?" He nods, always aware of your plans "And I guess Mamm' and Belphie found out. They convinced Levi and Beel to come along and decided to basically start up a little party at one of the study tables." Barbatos makes a noise of distaste, and you nuzzle further into his soft shirt in agreement. "So, the librarian insisted that I deal with it, but then they got even rowdier because I'd shown up. I did what I could, but you know how charming Mamm' is. He convinced some of the students to join them, got half the attendees to show up- even texted Asmo to swing by and bring friends-" He tenses beneath you and you revel in his empathy.
"It was awful. Once it exploded into the worst of itself, the librarian pulled me aside and began lecturing me for being unable to control everyone. He even billed me for damages after Lucifer came by and managed to kill the music. I shouldn't have taken the shift." You make a few anguished noises as you nuzzle further into his arms and while he goes silent, he never stops petting you. Maybe you'd been expecting more of a reaction, but despite how protective he normally was, Barbatos just keeps holding you, unfazed by the end of your story.
Whatever his unusual demeanour means, you decide to let it go along with your frustrations from the day. You hated being scolded for things out of your control, but being here with him made it a little easier. Still worn and tired, you revel in the way Barbatos plays with your hair and rubs his deft fingers into your neck and shoulders. It's calm here, safe, and easy without fear or mistakes of failures. Being close to him like this is your favourite thing and you push the grimace the librarian had worn and the deep-rooted need to apologize for existing further out of your mind. The only thing that matters is the way your partner soothes you.
His voice around you name feels like home and you melt further still into his arms as he speaks. "I assure you, despite all of the indecencies that you suffered today, you won't have to worry about an unfortunate library trip again." It's kind of him to offer you some peace of mind but he doesn't have control over those kinds of things. You turn your head up to look at him, offering a soft, appreciative smile that thanks him despite the unreasonable claim. Except, when your eyes meet his, there's something about the swirl of mint and teal that feels unwavering- threatening.
"Barbie..." Your voice is softer than you'd intended, his intensity making you shiver, "That's kind but you can't control whether or not some jerk talks down to me." His stare doesn't waver and it makes you a little nervous. He's no threat to you, he could never be, but the way he keeps his eyes on yours makes you think he's already handled the most recent bastard in your life. Swallowing your apprehension, you readjust on top of him and fit him with an expression that says you're worried to find out what he means. The demon only kisses your furrowed brow and smiles in that quiet way that says more than his words could ever. "You've already seen to it, haven't you?" You insist, but he only chuckles before kissing your nose.
"There isn't a thing that happens in R.A.D that I and the young master don't know about." His words are sharp and dangerous but hold more reverence than confession should. You can't help but shiver as you wonder if you'll ever see that librarian again. You want to ask what he's done, maybe how he's done it, but as you open your mouth, he takes the chance to lean closer and kiss it closed. The act reminds you that for as devoted as the butler is to you, you're weaker for him, ten times over.
The nagging concern tugs at the corners of your mind but it's all overwritten when he drags his tongue along your bottom lip. The way he sighs into your mouth quiets everything you could want to say and pushes the worry from you with each sweet taste. As far as you're concerned, the librarian never existed- not when his hands find your hips and rub circles along your sides and over your back. When they find your ass and squeeze- you don't even remember what you did today, let alone feeling bad about it.
Today had been exhausting. Every minute had tested your patience and made it almost impossible to relax. The brothers, the librarian, the shift, and the party, all of it was miserable. While you wish it hadn't happened at all, coming to see Barbatos had been everything you'd needed. The demon loved you endlessly, and you could feel it in everything he did. From his soft caresses to his firm kisses, even the way he could kill a man in cold blood just for upsetting you, every bit of it was a vibrant declaration of love.
Maybe once, you'd have been put off by his ferocity, the way his stoic expression could hide his barbarism, but not anymore. Much like the habit of apologizing for things out of your control, you'd learned to reconsider the way you looked at the world. Barbatos adored you and would do anything in his power to ensure your safety and happiness. If he fired a staff member at R.A.D, that was his right, and if he tore the sinew out of a demon from toes to tongue for hurting your feelings, well that was his privilege as your love and steward to the future king. All of it was Barbatos, and regardless of how many exhausting days you might have, you would never apologize for any of his love.
I got another spam comment today on AO3, and I want to share it as a PSA. But before I do, I want you to understand that you SHOULD NOT DO what this comment is asking. Ok? Ok.
See that bit at the bottom? Don't do that. Insert ParamedicGuy.gif going "Don't."
Other malicious spam comments I've gotten seemed designed to make an author question their writing, or outright encourage them to delete their stories from AO3. This one is different, in that it tries to get you to destroy the work on your own computer.
If you ran that command, it basically locates your Documents folder, then deletes everything in it, including all subfolders. It also does it without any prompt, so you have no chance to second guess your actions.
This is just fucking trolling.
Coincidentally, we just did training on a cyberattack similar to this, called a ClickFix attack. You can read about how that works here.
As a general rule, if ANYONE or ANY WEBSITE tells you unsolicited* to do anything in Powershell, CMD RUN, command prompt, shell command, or something similar, DON'T.
*There are legit reasons for running commands in PowerShell or the command prompt, but in those cases you are likely seeking out a solution to a problem you are already experiencing. Don't just run random commands on your computer as recommended by some unlogged-in guest on a fan fiction site.
Always think and consider before taking action, and get a second opinion from a trusted source. When I got this comment I was pretty sure what the command would do, and it took me about three seconds of googling to confirm it.
Surely spending that long in solitary confinement with unresolved grief and seething rage can't be good for anyone, huh? Perhaps it's time to observe Belphegor's experience in the attic...
My Obey Me! fan game, Nightmare of the Attic, is now available to play for free on itch.io! You can download it HERE!
Thank you so much for your support while I worked on this, I genuinely couldn't have completed this without your encouragement :) If you play and you have any thoughts at all pleasepleasepleaseplease let me know!!!!
I read one of your Sub poseidon and i think you just open a new path for me, realistically speaking it changed my life for the better i swear. I beg you to give me more even if it’s just crumbs
When the phone rings, Poseidon finds himself picking it up before he could even think to verify who it is. Though, there's only one person who would dare disturb him this late. Your voice rattles through the speaker– low, and a little raspy with sleep. His legs spread wider on instinct, the bathwater splashing against the sides of the tub.
He glares, as though he could wither you through the phone. "Did you call me simply to question me, little fish?"
You chuckle, rustling the covers as you turn over in bed. "No, though, I figure you'll find my true reason equally pointless."
Your laughter sends his heart a flutter, a fact he covers with a glower despite being alone in his bathroom. In such a giant space, only your voice and the quiet ripple of water could be heard. It amplified as it bounced gently off the marble walls, surrounding him with you on three sides.
"So? Are you ready to hear it?"
"Out with it."
Another sleepy giggle, another tingle along his skin.
"I had a dream about you."
...in. Out. A millenia of perfected control, almost shattered with an instant. The rise and fall of his chest was under strict orders to remain unchanged, despite his traitorous heartbeat and far more traitorous clit. They beat to their own tune, so perfectly in sync it was nothing short of a mockery.
"Aren't you curious what it was about?"
Poseidon grits his teeth, his eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of disdainful imagery your words summoned. It was a pointless effort. As the dying sunlight filters through the glass wall, casting a romantic hue of orange and pink over the room, your sleepy rasp warms his skin and softens his walls like a hot bath after a long day.
It'd be so easy to slip a hand down his skin and make the most of your full attention...
He can picture your smile with perfect clarity, and it sends a shiver up his back. He flicks his nipple, pinches it. "Ah, yes, of course not, my esteemed Sea Lord. But I implore you to give this lowly little fish a mere moment of your precious time and—"
Instead, his free hand finds his chest, and (imagining it was yours), begins to massage it. "I will not entertain your meaningless games."
"Tell me what you wish, you insolent human." He snaps, gritting his teeth as he twists the peak of his chest. In his thoughts, your mouth is wrapped around the other one, too busy sucking to talk.
"Well, since you asked so nicely..." More rustling.
"...We were having sex."
Poseidon's eyes flutter. His breath barely stutters before he's hard at work breathing in.. out, in.. out.
"We were in my room, with the windows open, and it looked exactly how it does right now outside. I remember thinking how beautiful the sunset looked, reflected in your eyes."
Poseidon slides his fingers downwards until they silently pierce the surface of the water. By the time you continue talking, he's started rubbing slow circles into his clit.
"You were on top of me, but you wanted us to switch. I had been teasing you about it for awhile, and every time I did you got all huffy and stayed up there longer. You had the cutest little pout on you face–"
"Cute?" His breathlessness is hidden by his disgust. Him? Cute? In your dreams. Literally.
You chuckle, and his leg jerks. "Yes. Perhaps I'm biased, but you're much cuter than you think, Poseidon."
"I'll kill you."
"Of course, cutie~♡!"
The Sea King bites his lip– not only because he was close, but because he'd thought up a brand new obscenity to describe your lack of intelligence, one so bad it'd even ruin his mood to say it.
His hand speeds up without his notice, splashing the water around to where you'd definitely take notice. But he didn't care, consumed with thought as he was. The thought of feeling every inch of you deep inside him, of riding you until you shot blanks. Of you finally flipping him over and...
"Anywayssss~ I let you get on the bottom, eventually. You'd been riding me for hours. I'm not sure how I could even move still. Even in the dream, I felt every inch of you; you were sopping wet, and so tight I could hardly breathe whenever you'd slam down on me. It seemed like every time I came inside you, you'd ride me harder."
The slowness of your speech let him feel the weight of every word. Each nasty detail lit his body up a little more, until he was pure energy just waiting to burst.
"Then?"
"Then I kissed you. I kissed you until I didn't know where I ended and... hah.. you began, all while you were begging me to put it back in and fuck you even harder."
You sigh, a little too airily he thinks. More rustling. A thud, as if you'd bumped your head on something. You're taking too long for him.
"Did you?" He asks, his own voice gaspy and low.
"Did I what?" You say, seemingly breathless, despite only laying in bed.
"Did you fuck me, [Name]?" he gasps.
A beat of silence passes, your mysteriously uneven breaths passing back and forth through the phone. Poseidon doesn't want to think anymore, couldn't if he did. His need for you dragged him beyond the bounds of his pride ages ago. He wants to feel you, and this is the closest he's gotten yet.
How ironic that it's over the phone.
You sigh again, and he can tell there's a lazy little smile on your face. "Exactly how you wanted, My Lord."
Poseidon let's his head fall back, a low moan flying free from his throat. He doesn't hide it, as a mere human could never embarrass him, evidence to the contrary be damned. You don't respond, save for letting your own moans fly just as unbidden. You call his name– "Oh, Poseidon, baby," –and he realizes he's done for.
"Just once, baby" You moan, the slick sounds of your hand palming your dick much more obvious now, "Tell me you want me to fuck you."
His fingers slip inside himself in one fluid movement, and the first touch of his g-spot summons the willpower to cross the last line.
"I... I want you.. ah!.. I want you to–"
"–fuck me."
His sultry whisper slides smoothly through your phone speaker, the unbelievable words so far away yet somehow right in front of you. Your dream is a reality, and he's here, and you're inside him, and you're gripping your dick so tightly it draws tears. You can barely finish your stroke before you're cumming on yourself; a thick, milky load that coats your hands and thighs and sheets. You're too sensitive to move, but the fluttery breaths of your love finally reach you, evidence of his orgasm, and you find yourself reaching for your cock anyways.
Even as your orgasm spikes into overstimulation, you stroke until his whimpers fade into silence. Your chest heaves with the effort, and for a long moment, the line is silent on both ends.
You break it first.
"So... Can I come over..?"
A beat, and then the phone clicks, and the call ends. You shake your head, not surprised in the least. Just as you're about to curse his divine name, you receive a text.
Thirty minutes. Do not be late.
You're out of bed before you can even verify who sent the text. Only one person would demand your presence this late, after all.
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A/N: Ive got another long form post cooking up w some more sub Poseidon, and a few others!! Yippee!!!!
getting lost in evil pervert fantasy warmly smiling and gently shutting my eyes in such a way that onlookers would assume I am reminiscing my favourite Christmas past
Look idk I just think that if the fandom can forgive Lucifer for:
Almost killing an innocent child
Almost killing his own brother... twice.
Almost killing a powerless, magic-less human
Also twice
To the point where the human was unconscious and injured in Beel's bed to be nursed back to health by him from death's door
Only not succeeding in his attempts because he was stopped by Diavolo/his brothers
Openly declaring his own disdain for humans which ran so deep to the point where he was actually willing to defy Diavolo because he saw MC as insignificant/disposable
Locking his youngest most traumatized brother away without explaining to him why, further compounding upon his trauma
(Unseen: also threatening to poison MC with a tea lethal to humans if they continued to try to go upstairs)
...Forgiven by fans to the point where he is the #2 darling of the fandom after Mammon...
Then the very young man (Luke shows us that angels age/mature a loooot slower than humans) that we find sobbing repeatedly in his nightmares (as Sloth, he sleeps a lot) as he relives the death of his sister over and over again locked up in an attic without anyone to help him through it, not told the real reason why he is there, feeling abandoned by his brothers/his mentor that he followed into war, his brothers refusing to talk about what happened as a way of avoiding their own grief, and having to sit alone day after day with his deepening survivor's guilt/untreated PTSD, while he grasped at any and all reasons for why this happened because the thought that it was HIM ALONE who was responsible for her death was driving him into actual madness...
Should be given the chance for redemption as well.
I'm just confused as to why Belphie is so reviled by a lot of the fandom. His story is a direct reflection of Lucifer's own, but in different circumstances. Whereas Lucifer was surrounded by support but chose to isolate himself, Belphie was forced into isolation. While Satan grapples with being a reflection of Lucifer, I think that it's actually Belphie and Lucifer who are the most alike in their personalities, shared trauma, AND their redemption arcs.
The hot and haughty, tall-dark-and-handsome dom is loved while the scrawny raggamuffin youngest who actually shows a lot of kindness is hated. I think he does actually love humans. He DID actually love humans. He just had to bury that part of him so deep because it was his love of humans that his trauma-soaked brain repeatedly pointed towards as the root cause of his sister's death. He HAD to turn away from humans because he HAD to turn away from himself. He wanted to kill humans, because, well... ...We've seen the darker sides in the way Belphie talks about himself when he thinks about the prospect of him being abandoned/left alone again.
Lucifer's disdain for humans was more insidious, but he still expressed it now and then. Violently. And in his mismanaged care for MC in a very dangerous world. Despite his promise to Diavolo, he did everything he could to make it a deeply uncomfortable experience for MC anyway out of spite for being given the task.
Belphie succeeded in killing MC because he was alone with them. Because he WAS alone. Lucifer would have succeeded in his attempts, but he was restrained by those around him. Because he had people around him to do that.
Lucifer's attitude towards MC changed from the revelation of their ancestry. A complete 180. The very first thing he did when that was revealed was call MC by Lilith's name while he embraced them as his sister.
It actually took me a lot longer to forgive Lucifer than it did for me to forgive Belphie. Not until I saw more meaningful change in him outside of "this is my sister come back to me." But forgive them both I did.
See, now THIS explanation makes the most sense to me. I had a very big feeling that it was a writing issue (beyond the problem of "no one acknowledged the trauma afterwards" which is a separate thing and also applies to Lucifer's violence imo), but I didn't quite know where/how to stick my thumb in it.
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