Currently Thinking Abt Pervert Lucifer + MC Getting Stuck In A Wall / Hole And He’s Just Unable To

♪ A Inside doesn’t match the outside.

Characters: Mikey (2012 TMNT), GN!Reader

TW/CW: NON-CON, Yandere/Obsessive behavior, sexual fantasies, Mikey being creepy to sum it up

This fic was requested by Zxphy :)

This post was made by a MINOR. Block or click off if you’re uncomfortable.

Mikey has been staring at you for an uncomfortable amount of time, but how could he not! You looked so cute and helpless sitting there,

the things he wishes and dreams of doing to you. The thoughts of you screaming and begging him to stop or slow down, tears falling down your pretty face.

How your soft facial features change, eyes puffy and having hot tears flowing down your face. Your mouth stuck agape air punched out from fighting and screaming, limbs shaking from fighting and how hard he is pushing into you. The claw marks on his arms from you fighting, only to achieve nothing.

Or maybe! You could be unconscious while he fucks you, oblivious to the dirty things he whispers and the dirty touches of your body, thinking how cute you are and only if you were awake to feel the pleasure but asleep is just as fine! The small moans and whimpers he pulls out of you making him go faster and harder.

Making you cum over and over till you’re nothing but a crying begging mess, the pleas to stop and how overstimulated you are only driving him farther till he eventually fills you up with his spend.

Maybe if he kidnapped you and kept you hidden from the world you would only look at him, only LOVE him, he will do whatever it takes. No matter how much he has to fuck it into you for you to get it.

Maybe he will fuck you so hard you won’t be able to talk or stand for days on end! The replay of your screams, shrieks, broken moans, and silent pleas in his head repeating,

He will repeat it so many times your body will lay, broken, used and spent. Leaking out your hole his cum, of course he will always love and care for you.

Running a warm bath and hugging you, humming sweet nothings and how he is the only one who can love and care for you. How you can’t escape him. How are you nothing without him, making you stay.

Coming back to reality he noticed you had left, so sadly Mikey walks back to his own place after stalking you for hours on end. Looking at his phone full of you! He looks at your social media texts and deletes any you shouldn’t have. You only need him.

grrr i just wanna be the fruity fours chubby gf & have each of them lay on my tummy :(

like you wear a outfit that shows a little more skin than usual bc they’ve helped you gain more confidence. all their brains just completely short circuit. they all make different comments on your outfit, but each one makes you more flustered than the last.

I JUST WANT THEM TO WORSHIP ME AGHHH -🛸

PRRRRR!!!!

(cws: plus size!f!angelface, fruity four, body worship, a lil fluff, a lil spice, the four being soft and thirsty for their gf <3)

being fruity four's chubby girlfriend propaganda.....your tummy is the most coveted napping spot in the house. you'll be splayed out on the couch or the chair or in bed, and so often you'll have a fluffy-haired head (usually Eddie or Nancy) sinking down on your exposed belly to snuggle in and kiss before they fall asleep. Robin especially likes the spot on the floor at your feet while you're sitting up on the sofa, a movie playing on the tv while she sits back and gently rubs your calves, your thighs resting on each shoulder for her head to be squished between while she turns and nuzzles your soft skin. Steve purposely keeps the house warm so you'll be more apt to wear shorts when you're just relaxing inside, half because he loves seeing your bare legs and half because he wants to feel you shiver in delight when he squeezes them as you walk by.

and yes, please, please wear those outfits you like that show off your skin! they're so happy you're comfortable enough to do it, and to pull out those clothes that you've shoved into your closet because you liked them, but were too shy to wear them out. Steve and Robin will have conversations at length about your boobies, about how they look in those cute outfits and how flattering they are on your curves--and for once Robin won't clock him about using that particular word, because she's clearly lost in her own fantasy when they daydream together about the perfect items that would show off those goods, even though in reality you'd never wear them out the door before they'd be tearing them off of you. sometimes Nancy will come up behind you while you're looking at yourself in the mirror, and fix your clothes so they sit where they naturally do and not where you've adjusted them to try and cover certain areas you dislike. it just so happens that that usually means you've got your tummy out and you can clearly see those lines and curves and soft spots, and she just goes feral over it. like really feral, I'm gonna eat you out right here so you can watch your beautiful self cum kinda feral. Eddie does the same thing as well, except he's more apt to get on his knees and kiss your belly if you say bad things about it--cause c'mon, don't insult his favourite pillow! don't hide her all the time! let her out of containment!!

either way, if ever you wonder whether they're really sincere about liking your body type, just stand in front of a mirror or just have your tummy out and available--rest assured there will be someone sniffing you out like a bloodhound and descending on you to turn you into a human pillow or a cum dumpster cause they just can't help it

GNreader, humiliation, aphrodisiac;;

it's just a small blurb yet I can't stop thinking about jealous Barbatos who don't really like how much time you spend with his Master, so in one of your usual tea parties he put something interesting in your cup and then just keep standing near Diavolo's chair with the most calm and relaxed face, watching as after some time you start panting more and more, blush creeping to your cheeks slowly as it starts to be hard to focus your gaze on something.

Oh, of course, as a good servant he would immediately take your hand, supporting you and helping to get some fresh air. Or at least that's what be said to Lord, before leading you in his room.

..needless to say there wouldn't be any gentle foreplay or even possessive sex, as he sat on his bed and just enjoyed your sobs and whines, while you sat in front of him on the floor, begging to do something. Well, of course our generous Barbatos would lend a helping hand for you. Or should I say a helping leg?

It's so humiliating to hump his foot like that, yet you better experience some mockery from this cunning demon than trying to fight this unbearable heat between your thighs. Your whole body leaning to his leg, as you almost press your whole weight to it, bouncing and gyrating your hips for more friction. But for Barbatos it's the most beautiful view to see, as he absolutely adores your red from shame face, and the way you grasp on his knee so desperately…

Fine, he will help you relieve this aching arouse, but only with the tip of his shoes.. And only after you promise to never get too close to the young Master again. There's much more interesting things in this castle to explore besides his stupid little talks, you know? Barbatos is sure you will find some quality time all alone with him much more …pleasurable.

ask me

barbatos x f!reader

summary: you can't stop thinking about Barbatos' forked tail, and he's well aware, so he decides to show you exactly how he likes to use it over tea one afternoon.

word count: 2.2k

content: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut, masturbation, tail kink, penetration in both holes, tail sex, praise kink

“Ask me.”

The smooth, low tone of Barbatos’ voice softly nudges you away from your idle thoughts, and you glance up from where you’d been staring down into the depths of the cup of tea in your hands. 

You furrow your brows in confusion. “Ask you what?”

A ghost of a smile plays across his lips as he tilts his head to the side, casually running a gloved finger along the filigree adorning the lip of the mug. As if in answer, his tail winks into view for a moment as his demon form pushes to the surface, twin tips twirling together before disappearing back under the table. 

Your heart rate picks up at the sight, and your fingertips dig into your thigh as you stretch and rotate your ankle in an attempt to stave off the desire to bounce the nervous energy right out of your leg. 

“The servants are a chatty, nosey bunch,” he muses, steepling his hands together as his green eyes sparkle.

Not quite trusting yourself to respond otherwise, you launch another question as you evenly ask, “Are they?”

He raises his eyebrows slightly and nods, leaning in slightly as if he’s readying himself to share a secret with you. “Leave anything out in the open, and they’re certain to see it.”

It doesn’t take much guesswork to figure out what he’s getting at. You’ll never forget the horror of tiredly walking back into your room at the House of Lamentation after a long day of classes last week to discover you’d left a new toy right on top of your sheets.

Asmo had excitedly drug you to a naughty looking little shop in town when he’d found you loose-lipped and horny enough one night to blurt out that one of the things you missed most about the human world were vibrators. Needless to say, you’d worn yourself out that night as you shamelessly plunged your new purchase your needy hole, bringing yourself over the edge thrice before you finally collapsed beneath the sheets, tossing the sticky toy aside and quickly falling asleep.

And it would have been fine, really. 

You’d have no issue earning yourself a whispered little reputation at RAD for masturbating, for fuck’s sake. You certainly weren’t living in a house of angels, after all. 

The issue was the specific vibrator that you’d chosen. The one you’d been unable to look away from after your eyes landed on it across the store, subtly clenching your thighs together the entire way home as you felt the weight of it in the shopping bag knocking against your leg with each step.

When Asmo saw the immediate glazed over look on your face the moment you walked into the store, he had gleefully explained that the Devildom’s selection of vibrators and dildos might be a little…kinkier than you were used to seeing in the human world. 

Kinky didn’t even begin to describe it.

But there was one particular thing nestled amongst the shelves of monstrous cocks of all shapes and sizes that you couldn’t look away from: a teal-coloured vibrator shaped like a forked tail. 

To your surprise, Asmo said nothing when he met you at the counter with a basket full of his own purchases—he simply offered you a mischievous grin as he nudged a small bottle of lube toward the cashier for you as well. 

It was only later, safely in the darkness of your bedroom, that you let yourself think of it. 

Think of him.

Face buried against your pillow and tears of pleasure leaking from the corners of your eyes, Barbatos’ name was a silent scream on your lips as you fucked yourself with the toy, one end of the tail stuffed into your cunt while you slid the other into your ass. 

You came so hard the first time you nearly blacked out, holes squelching wetly as you greedily chased two more orgasms while the demon butler’s face flashed in the forefront of your mind. And you’d left the evidence like a beacon right on top of your bed when you’d rushed out the door for class the next morning, not sparing a single thought for the servant that would likely be in to tidy up your room in the afternoon. 

Something brushes against your bare ankle, bringing you back to the present, but you can’t bring yourself to look at Barbatos. Not now that you’re certain he knows you purposely bought a fucking vibrator that looks like his goddamn tail. 

As if he can feel the mortification pouring off of you in waves, Barbatos lays a gentle hand on top of yours. “Ask me if I enjoy using my tail on my lovers.”

You suddenly wish you’d taken Solomon up on his invitation to join him in researching teleportation spells. Turning your hand over, Barbatos begins to rub a comforting circle with his thumb into your palm, patiently waiting for your response.

One could say it’s difficult to want for anything with seven demon brothers willing to dote on you day in and day out during your stay in the Devildom, especially when you live with them. But, in perhaps the most cliché manifestation of the age-old adage of wanting what you can’t have, you’ve found it a battle in and of itself to stop thinking about Diavolo’s elusive butler. 

At first, it was his deep voice that set you off-kilter, the tone stroking its way down your spine like liquid fire. Paired with eyes that always look like they know more than they let on and a disarmingly handsome face, the brothers and Lord Diavolo himself are hard-pressed to maintain your attention at the times when Barbatos skirts about the edges of the room, unnoticed by some but always seen by you.

While your time spent in his presence has been meager in comparison to how frequently you see your housemates, Barbatos often makes the most of it with playfully witty remarks that leave you reeling long after he leaves and kind gestures that make your heart ache, like the way he made sure the House of Lamentation was stocked with your favorite tea after you made an offhand remark about it one day. 

With a menagerie of demons eager to monopolize your attention, you were nearly ready to accept defeat in the face of an impossible conquest—because in what world was Diavolo going to let you seduce his fucking butler?

Your plans to stamp out the burning embers of your little crush went to hell in a handbasket the day you saw Barbatos flash into his demon form though, unfortunately. As if seeing his  elegant horns wasn’t enough to get your heart positively racing, you’d outright choked on your soup when the real star of the show revealed itself—that goddamn fucking tail. 

Levi had patted you on the back as you gasped for air, vegetables and broth launching an assault on your throat as your wide eyes took in the sight of Barbatos threateningly pointing the forked appendage in Mammon’s face as he held out a hand for the money he owed Diavolo. 

Once you saw that teal, forked tail in all of its slithering glory, there was no going back. The only direction you could spiral was further down into a frustratingly horny purgatory, wondering whether or not it would be uncouth to proposition the demon butler to fuck you with his tail. 

And now, it’s the steady reassurance in Barbatos’ eyes as he squeezes your hand that allows you to let the words tumble from your mouth before you can think better of it, “Do you enjoy using your tail on your lovers, Barbatos?”

What can only be described as a devilish smile curls at the corners of Barbatos’ mouth, and he briefly darts his tongue out between his lips before coyly responding, “In many ways. Was there a specific one you had in mind?”

Your mouth goes dry, confidence faltering at the insinuation in his tone. “I…” you trail off, unable to muster up the filthy thoughts about the male sitting in front of you that have long-since taken up residence in your head.

A contemplative noise escapes his lips as he shifts into his demon form, slowly pushing both of your teacups aside as his tail slithers up onto the table. Your breath hitches in your throat as he lazily flicks the forked edges before pressing it closer to you, the surface of it cool and smooth as it ghosts along the curve of your jaw.

“I’ve been told the secretion has a…pleasant flavor,” he muses, eyes glittering with delight when you unconsciously part your lips at the feeling of his tail now prodding against them. 

Sweet, viscous liquid that vaguely reminds you of honey, though more slick than sticky, hits your tastebuds as one forked tip presses against your tongue. 

And fuck does it taste good. 

You let your jaw relax, and Barbatos readily accepts the invitation, slipping his tail further into your mouth as the other tip caresses your throat. A fresh spurt of the sweet nectar pours onto your tongue, and you greedily gulp it down, moaning softly as you begin to suck on his tail. A soft growl of encouragement rumbles in Barbatos’ chest, plates and mugs clinking in protest when he tightly fists a hand in the ornate tablecloth. 

“And there’s also this…” he adds, tail sliding out of your mouth and trailing down your chest, effortlessly flicking open the buttons of your RAD uniform. 

Knowing full well Lord Diavolo could return to the Demon Lord’s Castle at any time, it’s a battle in and of itself not to cry out at the feeling of Barbatos squeezing your breasts with his tail. But once he uses the twin tips to tease both of your peaked nipples at the same time, the shameless whine you let out can’t be helped, not in any realm. 

Meeting his gaze, you try to steady your breathing as you ask, “Where else?”

Barbatos licks his lips. “Would you still like me to…show you?”

You nod, and his tail disappears under the table, wrapping around one of your ankles and tugging your crossed legs apart. One forked tip pushes your skirt up and out of the way and then tugs aside your underwear, the other spreading your thighs so wide that you slip down in your chair slightly.

And the moment that Barbatos slides his dripping tail through your equally slick folds, your body trembles with a jolt of searing hot pleasure, and a moan so wanton and desperate tumbles from your lips that you know you’ll never be satisfied again without this—

The feeling of one end of his tail firmly massaging your swollen, throbbing clit, the other teasing at your entrance.

The desire written plainly across his face as both tips curl around one another before he begins to ease them into your cunt.

The way he leans across the table and presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, fangs scraping against your skin as you roll your hips to meet his thrusts.

The damp material of the chair beneath you, sodden with the combined arousal leaking from his tail and your wet heat.

The softly uttered, “Beautiful,” as you whimper his name. 

The feral, possessive snarl of frustration that escapes him at the sound of the front door opening downstairs.

…the way Barbatos continues to fuck you with his tail even as Diavolo unknowingly strolls into the room with a grin on his face, seemingly none the wiser to the activities hidden beneath the long tablecloth. But after he deftly snatches the last biscuit off of one of the plates in front of you, he offers you a sly wink before turning on his heel and leaving, none too discreetly closing the doors to the sitting room behind him.

You’re nearly on the verge of making a comment about what just happened, but all rational thoughts leave your head when Barbatos quietly rasps, “This is my favorite place to use it, though,” just as a forked tip nudges at the tight ring of muscle nestled between your asscheeks.

He pauses, just for a breath, and you whimper, “Please.”

Appendage covered with both of your fluids, Barbatos begins to stretch your asshole open. If you weren’t so busy moaning and whining unintelligible sounds, begging him to go deeper, you’d laugh at the thought of the silly vibrator now tucked away in your room. Because while the toy had certainly felt good, you know now that nothing can compare to the exquisite pleasure of Barbatos using his real, dexterous tail to fuck both of your holes at the same time. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, reaching across the table once more to stroke your face, thumb sliding across your cheek. “So wet for me. You take me so well.”

You shudder at the praise, hardly able to contain yourself as a wave of pleasure like you’ve never felt before rises up inside of you. And when Barbatos curves his tail so that the part not ruthlessly plunging into your fucked out holes rubs against your sensitive bundle of nerves, you tug on the tablecloth so hard the teacups go crashing to the floor, your entire body shaking with the force of your orgasm. 

Barbatos lets you catch your breath a moment before he pulls his tail out of you, and you can’t help but whine at the emptiness that follows. 

Smirking, he brings the forked edge coated in your cum to his lips and licks it clean before purring, “I have some other things I can show you, if you’d like.”

— likes, comments, & reblogs are appreciated!

Dom Donnie. NSFW💜

18+, blowjob, afab, she/her pronouns, subby!y/n, dom!donatello, OOC(?)Donatello.

inexperienced nerds who are whiny and subby at first..

the ones who paw at your tits and clumsily make-out with you because they can’t focus with what feels like everything happening all at once.

But once you get on your knees.. and look up at him with those big fluttering eyelashes, kissing the tip of his dick. This man gets the biggest ego boost of his *life*

And he saved the fucking planet?? But seeing you on your knees naked beside your thin panties, worshipping his cock, lathering it in your spit- for fucks sake he feels like he’s on top of the world. You’re rubbing your thighs together, your eyes full of lust. Using both hands to stroke the rest of his shaft, your finger tips barely touching from how thick he is.

He’s soaking this in, burning the image in his mind forever.

You try to deep throat as much as you can, pulling away when you start to gag. Whispering more or so to yourself, “s’ too big”

He just wants to blow his fucking fat load all over you at this point, his balls feel so heavy. He puts a hand behind your head. He starts by rubbing your head and then proceeds to grip your hair and push you down a little, back on his cock.

Yeah, Donnie is a head pusher. Who could have seen this coming? He’s not thinking straight, his head is so foggy. He feels drunk. Nobody has ever touched his dick before, so you, this way-out-of-his-league hot woman is trying to suck his cock? And you like it?

The power trip he feels is unbelievable. His eyes are lidded, and clouded with pure sex. He takes your hands off of him and grips his cock with his other hand. Slapping the head of it on your swollen lips.

“Be a good girl and suck my cock, yeah?” He says this so ever gently, almost a whisper. But the tone he uses.. you’ve never heard this from him. It’s deep, guttural, primal. Straight from his chest, and it sends tingles to your core.

You whimper at this, the show of dominance is so hot and unexpected. You open your mouth and let your tongue fall out, looking up at him.

He can’t help but groan when you listen so good for him. Pre starts to bead on the tip, he uses it to smear his sensitive cock head on your warm wet tongue, painting it white with his spunk.

Eyes closing at the feeling and taste. You whine when he just keeps rubbing and slapping it on your pretty pink tongue. With your hands no longer occupied, you reach down between your thighs to give yourself some relief.

Donnie notices this right away. He yanks back your head and forces you to look him in the eyes. “Put your hands behind your back. And keep them there.”

You whine in disappointment, but obey anyway. You swallow whatever cum he gave you earlier, rubbing your thighs together roughly at the taste. Looking up at him the whole time. You look so fucked out, he could swear that you have anime hearts in your eyes right now.

His cock jumping at the scene in front of him. He puts his foot on your crotch, pressing lightly. “Right now.. all you need is me”

You grind your hips up into him, moaning at the stimulation. He bites his lip at this, pressing harder into you. You gasp. Your body jolting more into him, tits bouncing. He can feel how wet you are. You drenched your panties with your arousal. All for him.

He aligns his cock to your mouth again, shoving the head of it inside. He pushes your head down, forcing you to take a few more inches. “Cmon, suck it” he moves his hips back and forth to gently fuck your mouth.

It takes your brain a few seconds to process the command, but you quickly pick up on it and hollow your cheeks. Moaning around his cock, sending vibrations throughout his body it feels like.

“Oh! Oh fuuuuck yeah, that’s it” he lets go of his shaft to steady himself against a wall beside him. Leaning on it with his forearm, he’s squeezing his fist so tight, digging his fingernails into the palm of his hand.

He snaps his hips forward, forcing more of his cock down your throat. He knows you can’t deep throat him, but fuck is it hot watching you try.

When he lets the grip on your head loosen, you start to move your head up and down. When his tip hits the back of your throat, he knows he’s about to cum soon. He feels the tightening in his balls, and the knot in his stomach.

“I’m gonna.. ah! Mmm fuck.. I’m gonna cum in your mouth, okay?” He looks at you for permission, when you sort of nod and then whine around his dick, he quickly lets go of your head to wrap a hand around himself.

Taking his cock out of your mouth, you look at him confused. “Stick your tongue out, bunny” as you do just that, he puts the head of it on your tongue and goes onto jerking himself off. “You look so pretty right now, all f’ me, right? yeah.. nobody else gets to ah!- see you like this.”

When he cums his arms and leg muscles spasm, hunching over you a bit. You form your tongue into more of a cup to hold his spunk.

He also pulls away from you a bit to paint your chest with white. He’s panting like crazy, staring down at you. Despite just finishing, his cock jumps from the sight in front of him. You, staring up at him with these lidded eyes.. holding his cum in your mouth along with your tits covered in him.

He breathlessly tells you too- “Swallow.” You are looking into his eyes when you do. Both of you have a full body shudder at this for different reasons, for you, it’s the bitter taste. For him, what’s fills his mind is that.. you now have *his* load inside of you. Claiming you as his in a way.

After he calms down, it seems as though he somehow.. snaps out of whatever haze he was in.

If turtles could blush, his whole body would be red. He picks you up and brings you to his bed, apologizing all the while. “I have no idea what came over me! I am so sorry, did I hurt you?!” - he lays you down and grabs wipes to clean off your chest. You have this amused look on your face watching him ramble away.

“Do you hate me?” He can’t even look you in the eye, looking off to the side as he asks this silly question.

You start laughing, “Donnie! I could never hate you. If I didn’t like what was going on I would’ve told you.”

A relieved expression washes over him as he lets out a sigh, as if he was holding his breath. Now it’s your turn to shyly look away - “Actually.. I really liked.. that side of you.” You squeeze your thighs together, looking him in the eyes this time - “I want you to do it again. If you are comfortable with that?” Your eyes, doe eyed and hazy.

He could never say no to you.

Time and Time Again

*** This fic is something I've been excited for ever since @dicetheroll, @rainiishowers, and I brainstormed the concept for it in the Hive Discord! It the most voted for the recent "Help Me Choose" post, so alas, Barbatos simps, this one's for you. I hope you all enjoy it ❤️-B ***

Summary: Barbatos loves MC. He has loved them for nearly as long as he has known. He goes back and relives every second that he can with them, over and over again. But, after experiencing a time line so many times, one begins to notice certain patterns — MC getting hurt, for example. And after one too many times, he decides that he can't stand idle by any longer.

*Spoilers up to Lesson 16*

The confusion, but glittering curiosity that shimmers in your eyes never ceases to excite him upon the inevitable first meeting. It's one that he's lived a thousand times, yet still, it remains one of Barbatos's favourites.

Sometimes, when he first gets there and hears Lord Diavolo and Lucifer discussing your new pact with Mammon, he'll see you — the slight twitch of irritation in your brow in the way they converse as though you're not there. The proud puff of your chest as they remain in awe of your achievement. The flickering of your gaze around you, ever alert and cautious — and he'll forget you're not an MC who knows him yet.

But there comes the moment, where your observant stare falls onto him and your soft lips purse.

"Who are you?" You ask, just as you have a thousand times before. He's memorized the question and the way your voice dictates the words.

To him, the question reads like poetry. Who are you? So innocently unaware of the history you've shared with him. As friends. As allies. As enemies. As lovers. You ask the question, completely unaware that you are his polar magnet — a ruthless force that constantly draws him in no matter how he may resist.

And resist he did — at first at least. He had responsibilities and duties. Diavolo was meant to be his priority, not a rambunctious human who had no concept of self-preservation. And yet

"Ah yes. Pardon me," he responds with a subtle grin. "I suppose we haven't met before, have we?"

There it is. The slight flush that painted your expression as he took your hand into his and kissed the back of it.

He already knew which way this route will be going, he decided it before he even entered the timeline.

He has seen you choked, and broken, and ripped to shreds. He has seen you destroyed both mentally and physically to the point that had become nothing but a shell. He has stood as a bystander as you lived a life with each and every one of the brothers, his lord, and even Simeon and Solomon — and he has witnessed both the good and bad endings of each of those relationships.

Time, as it seems, was not kind to you, despite all the kindness that you gave. It would chew you up and spit you out with every chance that it got.

But not this time. Barbatos would be sure of that.

This time, he spared no mind to being suspicious to others or acting out of character. His only concern was you and your safety — and in order to ensure your safety, he needed to become close with you as quickly as he could.

He spent your lunch hours by your side — claiming he needed your aid with paperwork or surveying the students. It would hurt your connection with Mammon, sure, but for all his efforts, Mammon never was all that great at his job of protecting you.

He, much to Diavolo's delight, would often invite you over for tea and dinners at the castle — it was a joy to be the one to introduce you to your favourite Devildom delicacy. The honor was usually reserved for Beelzebub, but he found he couldn't help himself.

It was after one of these dinners, as you aided him in doing the dishes that he dared to spark a conversation he had only initiated a handful of times before.

"MC?" he questioned as you scrubbed the porcelain plates with the same care and ease as one would when handling an ancient artifact.

"Hm?" You hummed in response, squinting your eyes to glare through the soap suds at a particularly tough stain.

He smirked knowingly as he set down his drying towel and faced you. "Make a pact with me."

He quickly reached down and caught the plate slipping through your fingers before you had time to even process you had dropped it. You blinked at him with wide eyes as he carefully set it back on the counter.

Barbatos could feel your gaze on his back — filled with pure shock and confusion. It was one he knew all too well.

You had told him once, after the first time he had ever proposed the pact, that you had never expected him to ask you this. Not in a million years. You knew he had a pact with Solomon, but no one truly knew how that particular agreement came to be (and he would much rather keep it that way). But you also knew how much trust went into bestowing a pact with someone. It was not something to take lightly.

"Barbatos," you breathed with awe on your tongue. "You ... Why?"

To protect you. To ensure that he could be by your side in an instant the second you call out for him. To keep you safe from the world — from time. To love you.

He smiled and went back to putting away the dishes as though he hadn't just offered his entire being to you. "You already have Mammon's. And I hear that you have a contest with Leviathan soon approaching to earn his. It seems you've become a collector of sort."

And if the promptness of the decision had anything to do with the lingering threat of Leviathan's rage during said competition, well, Barbatos was hardly one to offer spoilers.

You huffed and placed a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to face you. He reveled in the closeness. "This is serious. I- You're not usually one for jokes. I- I mean, pacts are a big deal, right? I'm just beginning to understand that. I-"

He gently scooped your hands into his own gloved ones and peered deeply into your eyes. "We're friends, are we not?" he couldn't help the flare of pride that ran through him as your expression grew flush. "I like to keep my friends close. I like to protect them. And this, this pact? It's the best way I can think of to keep you as protected as possible."

A frown dug at your lips as you tilted your head in confusion. "Isn't that what the brothers are for? Do you not trust them?"

Quite honestly, no. He didn't. More often than not it was them who were the very cause of your pain. He would never understand why his Lord thought that it was best to keep you there, with the brothers who had barely agreed to the program in the first place, over keeping you in the castle with them. But that was out of his control.

This, however, was not.

"I think they do the best they can," he answered instead as he peered down at your joined hands. He would never grow tired of just how nicely they fit together. "But this is different. It's a personal comfort that you're alright," your breath hitched as he his thumbs caressed your knuckles. "Would you allow me that one little peace, MC?"

"Okay," you whispered, and that oh-so-beautiful burn ran through him and branded itself into the base of both of your throats, just under your voice box.

He couldn't help but smile. Teal always looked so good on you.

He lifted a single hand to touch the mark — it was still warm to the touch. "Perfect," he muttered.

The pact was good. It meant you two were connected now. But it wasn't enough.

He knew from experience. The pact alone wouldn't prevent you from nearly dying in the competition. It wouldn't stop you from getting Leviathan's cursed album and finding your way to the attic.

It wouldn't stop Belphegor.

The night before the competition he made his way to the House of Lamentation with one goal in mind — to take the pendant of the Lord of Corruption's lost wing that Solomon had given you.

You hadn't spoken in detail with Simeon as Satan had advised you. Meaning this pendant was your only chance of winning the competition. Without it, you would lose, Leviathan would never go into a frenzy, the two of you would never form a pact, and most importantly, he would never give you the cursed TSL album that would allow you access to your doom.

Barbatos knew what this meant. He would be completely shredding apart the timeline and creating a number of unknowns.

But it had to be done. To save you.

As he was making his way out the door, a large hand on his shoulder stopped him in place.

Barbatos felt his heart nose dive from his chest to his stomach as he stared at the door not five feet in front of him. "I have to do this," he said firmly even as dread began to swirl within him.

"You know you can't," came the Young Lord's voice — calm, for once. Thick with morose solemn.

The butler swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat. "They're going to die.

"They will." "I can stop it." "No. You can't," Barbatos felt his hands begin to shake at the finality in his tone. "You know this. It's fate."

Anger boiled deep in his stomach at those words. "It's fate," Diavolo would always tell him, as though that excused the endless hardships you were forced to endure.

It wasn't fair, he knew that. Diavolo loved you just much as Barbatos himself did. But he didn't understand. How could he?

While he may be able to see through lies, he couldn't travel through time as Barbatos could. He didn't have the power to actually change fate like Barbatos did.

He wasn't the one who could do something, but has been forced to stand by and do nothing every single time and just watch.

Watch as your back broke and blood trickled out from your lips. Watch the soul leave your eyes as your face remained frozen in eternal horror. Watch as you died. Time, and time, and time, and time, and time, and time, and time again all because it was fate.

His hands twitched at his side. "Why?" He pleaded in grievous whisper. "Why not just this once? They live, and they'll be safe."

The grip on his shoulder tightened. "It's MC's fate to sacrifice themself for the betterment of the Devildom and those within it. Just as it was Lilith's fate to die so her brothers could fall and take their rightful place here. If it didn't happen here, and now, it would only happen later on. But in ways that we won't be prepared for."

"I know" he damn-near growled. Where Diavolo could only speak based on theory, Barbatos had lived it.

One time you were kidnapped by a rebellion who disagreed with the exchange program and publicly mutilated you as an example. The next, your head was sent to Mammon by the witches he loved to infuriate. In another, your soul was claimed by the very nature of the Devildom — torn apart by beasts and plants alike. And one more, the angels stole you to "train" and shape you until you're the perfect weapon against the Devildom that they'd been searching for.

And again, and again, and again.

"I hate it," he spits as exhaustion bleeds into his tone and his voice cracks. "No matter how many times I reset the timeline. No matter how many things I change, I-I can't-"

"You can't save them, Barbatos," a sob escapes him as Diavolo speaks. "I'm sorry, but you can't. It's ... It's impossible."

And that was it. Wasn't it? There were simply somethings that, no matter how hard you tried, you could simply never change.

A little over a week later, his pact ignited. He felt the air cut from his lungs. He felt his spine break into two. He felt the blood trickle down his throat and flood his lungs. He felt his stomach flip as he plummeted.

He felt you die. Just as you had before. Time and time again.

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ok but 21st century vampires 

they go out twenty minutes after sundown and set their phone alarms for half an hour before sunrise so they can cinderella it out of the club

instead of sleeping in coffins all day they marathon shows on netflix or blog or do makeup tutorials on youtube 

and ok, so many more job opportunities like

web design or extra cash from accounts on etsy or whatever

creatives who can make a profit from their work by selling it online

airplanes staffed by a coven who only ever take flights which take off and land in the dark, the pilot switching off to his co-pilot just before daybreak

every undesirable night shift in diners and gas stations and transport

night time road work crews

they bulk buy coconut water because its similar enough to blood plasma that they can cut back on real blood

transferring their raw wealth into real estate investments and inheriting the properties from themselves every few decades

tech savvy vamps who make a career out of helping others forge identities and stay off the grid without encumbering their real world interactions

using the internet to get in touch with others when you first turn

international covens keeping in touch via social media outlets

intra-covens activities organized via facebook events  

treaties sorted over skype calls

Waking up to wet sounds when you live with puppy!steddie. And when you open your eyes one of them is licking inside your mouth and the other is licking out your cunt. Although you suppose they both had a shot down there

hybrid au faq

this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni. (dubcon; somnophilia)

the messiness and the sloppiness and the drool... *wistful sigh*

hnngh you're so groggy that your body's not awake yet so you're trying to figure out what the sound is and then you start feeling something wet and warm and really good down below. you open your eyes to try and figure out what's going on but you can't see anything past two inches in front of your face!! eddie's got his hands on your cheeks and he's straddling you, more your stomach than your pelvis, though, because steve needs room. you can taste your arousal on his tongue as he laps at your own, tail thumping happily against the mattress. he catches your eyes fluttering open and he's all of a sudden even more eager, drool slipping down your chin as he licks his own into your mouth. you let out a moan, hazy with sleep, but it peters out into a whine when you feel steve suck on your clit. You try craning your head up and over eddie's shoulder but he chases your mouth, tongue smearing saliva against your cheek as he fights to continue - you catch a glimpse of steve before eddie's messy curls are in your way again, and you feel his tongue lap up the drool pooling under your tongue. you hum as steve ravages you, grunting and groaning as he's licking up the remains of the orgasm eddie had prompted from you and building up a new one just below your belly. you reach around eddie as best you can to scratch at steve's floppy ears and you feel him tilt his face in your hand to lick your palm in a very messy good morning, a sticky stain left on your skin as he goes back to making out with your sloppy cunt - you feel him lap your slick all the way up to your clit, smearing it over the sensitive bud, then he sucks it clean and goes back to fucking his tongue into your hole - you suppose it's just the fact that it's your second orgasm of the morning but it hits you like a freight train, a steady build of pressure that bleeds out of you in a wave of cum that you're surprised doesn't splatter onto steve's face from how deeply he's buried inside of you - you have to stop scratching at his ears as you come down from your high because the moans that you'd let out while cumming had made eddie even more excited, and you're starting to gag on his tongue - you give steve one last good scratch and tug his shirt towards you as you retract your hand, prompting him to join you on the bed. when you get your hand back you gently push at eddie's cheeks, keeping him at a reasonable distance so that you don't choke on his tongue anymore - steve nudges his way into the kiss as well and his chin and tongue are still glistening with your slick, you can taste yourself on his tongue as he licks his way into your mouth for a kiss of his own. eddie shifts his focus at the taste, tongue rolling over steve's own to clean him up, and trailing to his chin when the hybrid realizes there's more mess there. you're given momentary peace as eddie cleans up steve's face, chest heaving as you process what you woke up to - as soon as steve's sufficiently clean eddie turns back to you, licking up a smear of drool that had seeped down your chin. he tucks his face into your neck as he starts calming down, scooting back to his own side of the bed so that steve can have his. you wrap your arms around them both as they snuggle into you and thank them for waking you up so nicely, their tails thump against the mattress as they tell you you smelled and tasted so good, they just couldn't help spoiling you <333

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sometimes i think abt what if pervy brothers + innocent mc that unintentionally does stuff that turns them on like bending over in front of them or eating a popsicle in a less than sfw way aaaa

nsfw content MDNI

Let’s be real almost anything you do is gonna turn these boys on- They are demons after all~!

Like the first time they saw you eat a popsicles, everyone in the room popped a boner lol

The collective thought that, “It should be my cock in their mouth!” Running through the demons minds.

Thinking of how soft and warm your mouth would feel~

And imagining that bit of popsicle juice running down your chin was his cum~

Watching you lick ‘n suck the popsicle and how your tongue seemed to tease the ‘tip’ before sucking it into your mouth as far as it could go-

Do I even have to mention whenever you bend over, even just a little it has their minds running all over the place~

Thoughts of just how cute you’d look with your ass cheeks flushed red with his handprint, or just watching the fat jiggle when he’s pounding you from behind~

Hell even just watching movies with you is dangerous~

The little gasps of surprise you let out at certain parts, or when a jump scare actually catches you off guard and you bounce in place a bit-

It sends the demons minds all over the place~ ‘what sounds would you make when he’s inside you~? Would your gasps sound as pretty? What about your moans~’

Fuck they all wanna know so bad~

And after your favorite demon (or more then one of them~) has gotten to fuck you and he knows exactly what you look ‘n sound like underneath him it only gets worse~

Now whenever you bend over now he’ll slap your ass just to hear the little yelp you let out~ or even fuck you bent over right there if you’ll let him~

Then again on movies night, they’ll even fight over who you sit next to during movies or if you’re up for it who’s lap you’ll sit on~