#this was definitely self-indulgent

[sassykattery]

Celebrations of the Heart, Pt. 8

Let the celebration continue.

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Use of gendered language and terms of endearment

Themes: Birthday. Romance. DiavoloxMC.

Characters: MC="you", Diavolo, mention Barbatos, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Simeon, Solomon

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-8pm-

You looked out, not recognizing where you were at first. After a few moments, you realized you were under the gazebo in the palace garden, looking out to the lake. Normally, you were at the shore with the rest of the gardens. It was peaceful, the sky was bright and full of twinkling stars.

"MC," you heard a warm, tenor voice call to you, one of elegance, airs of grace, and sincerity.

"Diavolo," you replied, not moving at first. Very slowly, you turned, and there he stood at the top of the gazebo steps, hand on the rail. He was in a black suit and burgundy overcoat. To you, he looked as charming as he did on your first date with him, and you felt warm thinking of that night.

"My love," he said with a heart-warming smile. Carefully, he approached, looking you over, admiring your outfit as well. He finally stood within a foot of you, and you stared at each other for some time.

He then took your hands in his and said, "Happy Birthday," before kissing your hands. His golden eyes sparkled in the darkness, like molten gold and flecks of shimmer dazzling in the moonlight.

"Thank you," you replied softly.

"You look... breathtaking," he stated, enthralled by you. He brought your hand up, and you took your cue to twirl, the dress sparkling like a million stars. At the end of your twirl, he brought you in close, leaning down to graze his nose against yours.

Finally, his lips found yours, and he tasted the delicious gloss on your lips, combined with your already intoxicating scent and natural taste. A stifled noise burned in his throat as he desperately wanted to ravish you in this moment. He was withholding, though. Such things could wait. Hopefully.

"Have a seat," he said after breaking the kiss. He gestured to the bench and sat next to you. "Have you had a good day? Tell me about it," he said, taking your hands into his once more.

"Ah, well, it's been interesting," you replied playfully. "Belphie took me to the new space exhibit, Levi and I did karaoke at our favorite bar, Barbatos and I had tea, Solomon took me to the human world to watch the sun rise, Satan and I had coffee and read a book together, Asmo and I had a spa day," you said, before taking a breath to continue. This made Diavolo laugh heartily. "And then Beel treated me to lunch, Simeon and I made cupcakes, and Mammon took me shopping," you recounted.

"An interesting day indeed," Diavolo chuckled, shaking his head. "But I'm glad you've enjoyed yourself. To be honest, I missed you all day. It was hard to stay away. However, it's been worth it to see how well everything has gone. I'm happy to see you so happy," he replied.

"Actually, I think it's well deserved considering you all ditched me yesterday, and then I had to be kidnapped by Barbatos," you retorted hotly. This made your lover laugh again.

"I'm sorry, my dear, we had to spend all day yesterday making preparations for today, and we didn't want you to find out about it," he replied. "Barbatos told me you put up a good fight, however, so color me impressed," he added. You rolled your eyes and giggled.

He came close to you again, his face just inches from yours.

"So, what are we doing for our allotted time?" you asked.

"Ah..." is all that came out for several seconds. "I suppose I should give you my gift now," he finally stated.

"You don't have to," you replied, cupping his cheek. "We can just sit and talk."

Diavolo smiled and kissed your palm, bringing your hand down. "You'll see in a moment," is all he said.

He reached below the bench and retrieved a package wrapped with glittering black wrapping paper, with a red bow tied around it.

"Well, this is the first one that's been wrapped. It finally feels like my birthday," you joked, and the prince chuckled.

Carefully, you pulled one tab of the bow, and it came apart. Gently, you pulled the wrapping paper away and were left with a book. You raised an eyebrow, recognizing the seal on the cover. Upon opening it, you read through the pages, not speaking before figuring out why he was giving you this. You had read all these pages before, not noticing any changes.

After several moments, you finally landed on the last written page.

"It is written with accordance to the law that humans may marry demons and therein hold all rights and benefits given within the marriage in the boundaries of the Devildom."

A few lines down, there was one more exerpt.

"It is written with accordance to a new law that marriages between more than two individuals are seen as valid and accepted, holding all rights and benefits given within the marriage in the boundaries of the Devildom."

You stopped, staring at the last paragraph, rereading it over and over again. Slowly, you looked up at Diavolo. He stared back at you with equally intense eyes.

"This is my gift to you," he stated. "I wanted to give you something meaningful. I've been working on it while you've been studying. I had hoped this would cheer you up–"

You gently placed the book down as he spoke and then crashed your lips into his, interrupting him, with your hands immediately gripping his rusted red locks. Without unlocking your lips from his, you scooted onto his lap and cradled his head in your hands as his hands purchased your waist. When you sniffed, Diavolo pulled away to look at you.

"I love you so much, Diavolo," you whispered breathlessly, trying to swallow back the emotion in your voice. You pressed your forehead to his. "You've given me so much; I don't even know where to begin. I-I-" You couldn't fight the sob that escaped. "I don't know how I can ever repay you."

"Darling..." he murmured, running his hand over your chest and stopping at your heart. "You gave me everything when you said forever, now I'm just keeping my end of the deal, to make you happy." He cupped your jaw with his other hand and brought you in for another kiss. Both of you burned with red hot desire, the coils in your abdomens screaming for you to take each other.

His hand left your jaw and chest, and he pushed you off his lap so both of you could stand. He swept you into a dancing pose, holding one set of hands out and his other hand on your waist. You two swayed to your own music, the rhythm of your heart songs.

"Diavolo," you suddenly murmured. He looked at you. "I want to marry you."

"You... You do?" he asked, his eyes widening.

You nodded. "I do. I want to be your queen, but I also want to be your wife. Do... do you want to marry me?"

Diavolo's hand gently cupped the back of your head, and he pressed his forehead against yours. "More than anything in this world do I want to be your husband. It would be my absolute privilege."

"Then... it's official, we're getting married," you mumbled, tears threatening to spill over as you gazed up at him.

"My love..." he murmured, kissing you sweetly. "I'm so happy to hear this. And it's not even my birthday," he teased.

You lightly chuckled in response and kissed him in return. Only you two existed in this slice of paradise, and it went on for a while. Quiet "I love yous" were exchanged as you two swayed. Everything was perfect.

Until Diavolo finally spoke up.

"My time is up, but I'll see you very shortly," he murmured.

"I don't want you to go," you whimpered, pushing yourself into him. He chuckled.

"As I said, you'll see me momentarily. There's someone else here to see you," he said. He quickly turned you around, and you saw no one around. Quickly, you turned back around, but Diavolo was also gone, and it was just you and your thoughts again.

"MC," a sultry, deep voice called out to you, one layered with what could only be desire and need from what you could remember.

You let the visitor walk up to you without looking for yourself, feeling his presence directly behind you. A bare hand went over your eyes, just barely touching your face. You could feel his breath tickling your neck and fluttering your tendrils. His other hand started at your shoulder, fingertips grazing down your sleeve. When his hand met yours, a small box was slipped into your grasp, and you held it tight.

His presence pulled away, as did the hand covering your eyes, and you brought the small box up to view it. It was a midnight blue satin covered box. Carefully you opened it, only to gasp and jolt when you looked inside.

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[xamag-draws]

[Stardew Valley] felt compelled to draw some ponies..

[choccorin]

thinking about rin having a girly girlfriend who's obsessed with adorable pastel-colored things .. he'd look so out of place inside your bedroom, it's filled with cute posters, mini and big figurines of sanrio and your favorite fictional characters, pastel colored clothes, and your bed has your beloved stuff toys at every corner.

his backpack would have cute keychains and plushies hanging on them, some were a gift from you and some are yours that you just wanted to him to have on his bag (your bag is heavy from all the keychains you have, plus there's no more space).

just imagine him looking intimidating and scary, but then you hear the loud clinking of pastel colored keychains hanging from his bag. he doesn't mind having them, sure it's a bit loud and distracting, but it prevents girls (and sometimes boys) from approaching, asking him for his number.

he calls it a repellent of some sorts.

and !!!! he also has a bracelet that you gave him, a pink colored one with an owl charm. if he has a clear phone case, then a polaroid photo of you (or the two of you) would definitely be in it. if not, he'd have a picture of you as his lockscreen, specifically a photo that you don't know about.

people who seem him for the first time in campus think “oh .. that guy definitely has a lover.”, and give up the motive of asking him for his name or number.

[koyodraws]

this is not self indulgent at all

i think he should have some bodyfat and a little belly. as a treat if you like this consider giving me a follow and buying me a ko-fi

[welcometogrouchland]

I have a LOTT of sketches I could post rn but these 2 are recent and I'm fond of them <3 Steph costume ideas and Tim/Damian cringe bickering inspired by Batman: Brave and the Bold #18!

[calmbigdipper]

I believe Fugo and Trish would be besties in the most awkward way possible

[sensitiveheartless]

(The rest is under the readmore!)

(Next part) ->

[fidgetflip]

Ashfur (TC)

[qualityrain]

call out my name when you need me again

if you know who I am, why won’t you call my name?

[lambydoll]

Morning Views

Wouldn't it be nice to wake up and see the soaked diaper between your thighs? To see the pajamas you were put in the night before?

...and the cover that was locked on too?

Wouldn't it be nice to wake up and see the mobile spinning above your head? To see the changing table in the corner, ready for your change?

...and the green light on the baby monitor beside it?

Wouldn't it be nice to wake up and see the bars of a crib keeping you safe? To see your hands cushioned by a thick pair of mittens?

...and the straps and cuffs holding them securely in place?

[hanfocus]

^♡^ of the day (lee know edition)

[2aceofspades]

Tired and Blue

Needed a break from ~thinking~ and just feel

[itsdefinitely]

this is how richie's death went in my head

[zhongrin]

wriothesley is the type of boyfriend who, as you both descend using an escalator, would:

1) hug you from behind (if your height fits just as nice), or

2) use your head as his armrest (if you're too short to be hugged properly), or

3) demands for you to hug him from behind / squish his head to your chest (if you're taller than him)

[togament]

Thinking about Ume and him fucking your insecurities away.

He gets it. You’re only human, after all. We all got our demons and some days they scream a little louder than they usually do—so you come to your boyfriend for some advice and much needed comfort.

Both of which he is very much willing to provide.

But what was once an innocent cuddle on your sofa with him pressing gentle kisses and assurances into your skin has evolved into him fucking himself into you slowly, heavily breathing into the space between your neck, both bodies tangled in a lotus position. He’s taking his time exploring every inch of your body with his hands with so much adoration and care with each caress.

Intimate.

“Fgh—I-I’m so lucky t’have you, beautiful,” he grunts with his forehead pressed against yours, staring into your eyes with such reverence you feel yourself melting a little. His strong hands gripping your hips securely, bouncing you onto his thick, throbbing length. Unhurried. Reassuring, even. “Breathtaking. Absolutely-haah! Fuckin’ perfect—“, he breathes, pulling back to look at you properly. God he’s falling for you all over again. “Can’t believe I-I get t’worship ya. What a goddess.”

But before you retort, before you tell him he isn’t right, before you argue with his cock buried deep inside you, he presses his lips onto yours with his tongue dancing against yours, thrusting up into you harder, faster. His hold on your hips ever steady.

Ume has occupied all of your senses. So much so that you’ve forgotten what you were about to say.

He’s gonna make it his life’s mission to make love to you until you forget your insecurities.

Until you finally see what he sees in you.

To make you feel beautiful in your own skin again.

ᯓᡣ𐭩

[ottosbigtop]

And what if i gave him an old band he joined after brozone huh. What then.

Well ok less like a band and more of general. Performance group. I saw someone mention one time that they hced that Bruce used to do drag and it has NOT left my brain so Bruce drag group baby!!

I imagine he performed with them sometime before meeting Brandy, and it sort of reintroduced him to enjoying performing again after a dry spell post BZ breakup. Gets more confident in performing again without having to keep up the chiseled heartthrob boyband persona anymore or something.

And my designs for his old group!! Around his age currently in the ref. They definitely had different styles when they all first met but I’ve already drawn far too much for this post good lird.

They parted on decent terms but i think it was a little shaky on account of. Idk. Something something im thinking of parallels between sugar and JD leadership wise but thats not important. But they meet back up again later and i think theyre all on very good terms currently :o]

Ok and finally the whole reason i even started this in the first place to draw that funny guy in a dress. They (affectionately) rope him back into performing with them when they visit Vacay Island and he updates his old look for the hell of it. Very Dionysus coded.