Moodyhaaze

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘

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my body may not be special,

or extraordinary,

or free of embellishments and blemishes,

but it is mine and mine alone.

the day will never come

when i bend at the boundaries and rules

that anyone has set for my body.

this body is my home.

it has cracked sediment,

decaying wood,

and chipped paint.

it's not perfect,

but this body sure is good at

keeping me together

when i only want to fall apart.

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© moodyhaaze | 07•23•23 — do not repost, modify, plagiarize, or translate my writings. likes + reblogs appreciated.

walking into diavolo’s office to find him sat on his huge desk chair, breathing heavily and his hair a mess, with his head thrown back. his cheeks are flushed and he has sweat settling onto his brow. his pants are haphazardly pushed down his thighs and he’s frantically stroking himself hoping to make quick work of his massive leaking erection.

looks like those pictures of you and lucifer had the intended effect.

Lucifer: I trust Barbatos.

Simeon: You think he knows what he’s doing?

Lucifer: I wouldn't go that far.

❛ when you run into your ex… ❜ pt3 — dateables

synopsis. it’s been years since you’ve seen your ex, but on an excursion to your hometown in the human world with your boy, you run into them…

tags. headcanon | slightly NSFW | gn!mc

a/n. this took me way longer than necessary to write. had this in the works since JULY. TENTH. michael have mercy

< part 1 - older bros | part 2 - younger bros >

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— 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐎

is aware that his position of Demon Prince is one that’s rather advantageous. He keeps this especially in mind when it comes to his lover. Diavolo is also very aware of his overwhelming demeanor that his loyal subjects know all too well, but the human world has yet to see that side of him. He’s his usual bubbly and extroverted self when he first meets your ex, but when mention is made that this is, in fact, your ex, his whole disposition changes. He’s standing taller, his broad shoulders squared, his glare narrowed on the target before him. He had all but flared his wings and flashed his horns fully in his demon form. It doesn’t take long for your ex to take notice of this and politely and very quickly excuse themself and head the opposite direction of you and Diavolo. “Oh, it’s a shame that our conversation ended so quickly!” It’s not that you hadn’t noticed his swift change in tune, but you certainly weren’t going to question it or mind it, really. Diavolo loops your arm in his and start you all in the opposite direction your ex had walked, “I saw a flyer for a carnival in town, let’s head that way!”

— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒

is pretty low key and honestly doesn’t even react to your ex showing up. Well, not on the outside at least. The utmost decorum and poise is expected of Barbatos, but his thoughts can be rather ruthless. If your ex approaches, Barbatos will exchange niceties but swiftly move you away from the conversation with whatever lie he can muster. “Come now, my dear, we mustn’t be late for an appointment with the Young Master.” You were a little confused what he meant because you weren’t aware of any appointments with Diavolo, but you roll with it, say your goodbye, and begin walking with Barbatos towards the shops. He keeps an arm around you, grip tight on your shoulder. “Forgive me, my love, but I couldn’t spend not one more second around that scoundrel,” he confesses. You’re a little taken aback, not really pegging Barbatos as jealous type. So, you question him, asking him if he really was jealous. And to your surprise, he says yes, “Well, of course I was. They got to know you long before I did. Got to touch you long before I did. Perhaps even experienced sides of you I’ve yet to experience. But, in due time, I will know every inch of you. Every thought. Everything. You are mine, my dear, I won’t let anyone else have you now.”

— 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍

is absolutely the jealous type. But the silent anger type of jealousy, much like Barbatos. Simeon will exchange a hello and maybe even a handshake and do it all with a smile, but on the inside this man is seething. As the conversation with your ex wraps up and the three of you share your goodbyes you notice Simeon is quiet. You ask if he’s all right and he responds, “Yes, I’m okay, my little lamb. I just…” He trails off, looking dejected and blatantly avoiding eye contact with you, “Did you enjoy talking to them?” Simeon speaks low and, it was hard to hear, it almost sounded like he asked through gritted teeth. You tell him you neither hated it or loved it. Simeon looks relieved and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as his eyes settle on a nearby flower shop. As he redirects your paths to the shop he continues, “I can’t believe how angry I just got.” Simeon lets out a small laugh, “I can’t think of another time I got that angry that quickly. When I saw you smiling at them the same way you smile at me…” You reassure him that you would never smile for anyone like that but him and he seems relieved yet again. He purchases you a big bouquet of your favorite flowers and you both head back to the Devildom where Simeon walks you home. He makes sure to give you a slow, deep kiss in front of the door right in view of Mammon who was about to let you in.

— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍

will get very clingy after a run in with your ex. After you mention to him that you see your ex across the way he’s quick to yank you the opposite direction, much to the dismay of his enemy in question. Solomon grabs your hand with a tight grip and with his other he’s using magic to teleport the two of you back to Purgatory hall. You try to question him as to why he’s acting this way but he’s quick to silence you before you can even ask, “Surely you don’t think I’d like meddling with your ex?” You cross your arms, giving him the same silent glare a mother would use with her child. “Oh, come on, love. I’m sorry, okay?” Solomon insists as he steps towards you, placing his hands on your shoulders. As he looks at you with pleading eyes, he slowly begins trailing his hands down your shoulders, resting them on your upper arms. Before you can even register it, his fingers are tickling your underarms. You let out a huge laugh as you try to wrestle away from him but he quickly subdues you by pressing your back into his chest. His arms lock around you, his hands roaming farther and farther down your torso, stopping just above the waistband of your bottoms. “Let me show you just how sorry I am.” You feel him smirk against your neck right before he smothers the skin in bruises.

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a/n pt2. i’m not sure why i blanked so hard on diavolo’s, simeon’s, and solomon’s but i just could not figure out what i wanted to write for them. quite frankly, i think these hc’s for them suck. i just wanted this out of my drafts desperately. at least barb’s turned out pretty good, imo.

© moodyhaaze | 07•30•23 — do not repost, modify, plagiarize, or translate my writings. likes + reblogs appreciated.

cross posted to ao3.

while it’s justified to complain about x reader fics taking up space in the main tags or people not using a read more, the conversation around it is so hurtful to people who read and write x reader fiction. The main problem here is tumblr’s tagging system and individual users not adhering to basic curtesy. Like there’s no need to insult people who self-ship and pretend that character/character or OC/character fics are inherently any better or less cringe. Labeling an entire subset of fandom, one which thrives on inclusivity, self-love, and overall body positivity, as cringe and awful, says more about you than it says about people who self-ship imo

so i’m going back to work today and i’m literally ill at the thought. i’ve been off for the past 10 days and i honestly haven’t felt so relaxed and at ease or been so well rested in probably the past couple of years. i’ve been able to post more and write more and read and enjoy these hobbies i haven’t been able to enjoy in forever. it makes me realize now just how much how little time i get outside of work and how much i dislike my job and how poorly it’s affecting my mental health. i’ve been looking here and there for a new job, but now i think i’m going to commit and really look for something better for me. i need a better wage and a different schedule and less stress. i want a place of my own so i can live how i want. i want to live long enough to have that.