#mantra to attract someone

[blitzwhore]

Hello! Out of pure curiousity, have you seen Sarcastic Chorus new Stolitz analysis video?

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What's your favorite Blitz moment?

Hi! I hadn't seen it—it's honestly been years since I've watched any videos from that channel—but I decided to check it out after I got this ask.

I only made it about 17 minutes in before I decided to close it because it just wasn't doing it for me.

Overall, the analysis was good. It was in-depth, connected the dots from different episodes, and delved into some of the problems in their "relationship" in a way that was thought-provoking. But... in my opinion, up to where I watched, it only painted half a picture and was more biased than I would like.

Personally, I don't have the energy to engage with any meta or analysis that only delves into the mistakes of one of the characters while portraying the other as a victim. That's the same reason why I've personally stopped watching Danny Mota's reaction videos, for example. I simply choose not to dedicate my time and mental energy to online content that posits either Blitz or Stolas as (however unwittingly) selfish, self-centered and completely powerful in the "relationship", and the other as a blameless victim who didn't deserve the way he was treated. I simply have bigger problems in my life and better things to spend my free time on.

My personal opinion (which I think is very clear if you look through my blog 😂) is that both Blitz and Stolas are traumatised and messed up characters, who are flawed in ways that are extremely human and relatable to the audience. And I'm not going to go more in-depth into my thoughts on them, because I'd rather do that when making my own meta posts out of excitement than as a commentary on someone else's review that annoyed me a little bit. But, yeah, my overall opinion on the part of the video that I watched was: not strictly incorrect, but biased, and framed in a way that doesn't make me want to dedicate more of my time to it.

As for my favourite Blitz moment... I have too many 😂 I really can't pick favourites. His whole existence is my favourite <333

[howtoexloveback]

Black Magic Mantra To Get Desired Love Back

Are you in love or you love someone to your heart but the person doesn’t have the same feelings in return is quite painful? You are doing everything for that guy or girl but they don’t love you. So after doing all the efforts, you have an only one-stop solution to get the black magic services. During these instances, it is important to get the black magic services from experts to get the love…

[hanrinz]

YOU HAVE STOLEN MY HEART . . . ! blue lock men are all a loser clingy and desperate for your attention

✦°．feat : isagi yoichi, rin itoshi & nagi seishiro

✦°．notes. f! reader. fluff. ooc characters. so sorry for this and for not posting anything lately </3 i kinda went overboard with isagi lol.

RIN ITOSHI

he would literally throw hands at anyone if you don't stop talking to your phone right now. it's been exactly thirty-four minutes since you have chosen to talk to your old friend over him, your boyfriend—who clearly needs your undying love and attention.

(and yes he's been counting)

you were sitting in the living room, animatedly chatting with whoever lukewarm piece of shit you were talking to. laughing and smiling about something god knows what.

and he's checking on his phone, counting down the minutes and seconds passing by as you continue babbling on and on your old friend. he's now starting to hate this friend of yours. six more minutes and he gets you all to himself and he was selfish—always been and never changing—he wants you to just be beside him right now, he didn't just took off a day from his work just to have you taken away by someone else.

he decided six minutes was too long, why can't he have you now? without any second left to waste, he made his way to the couch, standing tall and glaring menacingly at your phone, as if it would melt away from your hands.

your eyes are now on him, you grace him with a much more radiant smile, with your eyes softly conveying 'you need anything?'

yeah, he definitely needs something. he needs you to hang up on your friend and spend time with him.

you noticed the look on his eyes and it made you laugh a little from his childish acts, jealousy does look kind of attractive on your boyfriend.

your little sudden chuckle had made the other side of the phone to ask you what was so funny? you shake your head as if he could see what you were doing, the conversation had turned dull and truly you only stayed for a couple more minutes out of courtesy, but you were dying to get away from him and just be with your beloved boyfriend.

rin couldn't take this long stupid call any longer—and as much as it was petty and silly, his patience has long been gone—he takes a seat beside you, the cushion dipping from his weight his arm coming round at the back of the couch as his other one takes the device out of your hands grunting out a, “she's busy, call her next time.” and ending the call right away, leaving no room for protest.

“rin-!” you whine, you look at him with disbelief following wuth a laugh as you type out a small apology to your old friend. tossing your phone on your side table not really waiting for a reply back.

not that you don't feel bad or anything, but you were thankful that the call had finally ended.

“you were taking too long,” he grumbled while he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you, dipping his head into the crook of your neck. “want you all to myself” he muttered on your skin, placing dot kisses along the crevices of your shoulders.

your arms now coming up to his neck as you play with the back of his hair caressing it the way he likes.

“stupid, 'm all yours.”

ISAGI YOICHI

holding your hands wasn't enough for him, well at least this very right moment. why aren't you focusing your eyes on him? is the person beside you that important? more important than him? he's sure not. just someone who wants your attention.

you were just too nice, too good for anything in this world. you were too good for him if he was being honest, someone who was way out of his league, he thinks. but, isagi yoichi is not a coward. he doesn't wait for anything or anyone and when he sets his eyes on something, he makes sure he gets it.

he tried being polite and patient with the person beside you. he really did.

but it was no use, not even the repeated mantra of “play nice” that he keeps saying on his head didn't help with the bubbling feeling welling up on his chest. it doesn't help that he notices the way the guy kept sitting closer to you and the way his eyes scans your body every passing second.

he hates it so much.

your boyfriend has never been one for violence, but he can make an exception right now. he doesn't notice the way his hands have tightened its grip with yours. catching your attention now from the sudden discomfort it causes you, breaking away from the conversation you were having, you looked at isagi with concern.

“yoichi, is everything okay?” you called out to him. he snaps away from his thoughts, replacing his hardened expression with a small smile in hopes of trying not to worry you.

“don't worry 'bout me, pretty,” he smiles, like he didn't just have any intentions of landing a punch to the guy you were talking to.

“you sure?” he only nods at your question. loosening the grip he has on your hands, but still firm as ever.

he knows he has to leave soon for the game and the thought of leaving you with this guy alone makes him go crazy. don't get him wrong, of course he trusts you with all of his heart.

the problem was the trash beside you, though he was more than willing to show how much he deserves your attention more.

“jus’ keep your eyes on me, yeah?” was all he says to you before he leaves.

the match starts, with isagi more than determined to score the first goal, maneuvering the ball with precision, getting behind the players and kicking with high accuracy, isagi scores the first kill.

he didn't care for the crowds uproar, nor the signal sound of the goal he just scored, not even the commentators voices, because what he needs to know is if you were looking at him. searching for your face at the sea of people in the vip section, your eyes meet. his heart kicks into overdrive, pride welling up on his chest as he returns the smile you wore on your face.

the guy beside you was left forgotten, he didn't fail to shoot him a look of abhorrent, secretly in the middle of the match.

and the team wasn't oblivious to the striker's jealousy, they saw it all, isagi couldn't give a damn if this was going to be used against him.

he won. isagi yoichi, the heart of blue lock won another match, dominating the game with fierce play. all he wanted to do was to come to you and have you all night to himself.

“isagi, is there a particular reason for your amazing play today?”

“isagi, how do you feel about today's match?”

“just one moment of your time, isagi!”

he ignores all the noise of the press, shooting up a tired look to rin hoping that the captain would handle all the troublesome questions. he didn't wait for an answer, already trudging back to the locker room.

and there you were waiting for him, all pretty and nice. he smiles to himself as he calls out for you.

raising your eyes in his direction, as you run up to him with a big smile “yoichi!”

he would really like to hug you right now, if not for the dripping sweat of his jersey. and he knows how much you don't like it. he settles for holding your hands instead, but this time your eyes were on him. not on that guy, not any of his teammates, not on anyone, but him.

he places a small tender kiss in your hands, with a tired grin on his face, a little drunk over you.

“was i good?” he whispers, pulling you closer to him.

and you wonder what has prompted this question by your boyfriend, but you don't dwell on it as much when he looks at you like a lovesick puppy.

“the very best, yoichi.”

NAGI SEISHIRO

a big baby who's stuck in a 6ft striker's body. why would you choose some little kid over him? don't you see he's so much better?

“what a bother,” he grumbles, clearly annoyed with the little kid who's been taking up your time in the arcade. he stands lazily by the side, seeing you helping a little kid who seems to be having a hard time winning in a game.

it all started when the two of you had planned out a day for a date, weeks of not being able to be together because of his game overseas.

and now that he gets the time to have you, a little pesky child just managed to snatch you away from his hands. a big pout was residing on his face, clearly he wasn't going to wait for you to come back to him.

arguably, he was being the child in this situation, giving sharp glares at the back of the head of the kid.

poor kid, who just wants to win a little plushie.

and what adds into his sour mood is when you tell him to go play some games to keep him busy while you help the small child.

you really expect him to go away from you and play all by himself? no way. you probably didn't get the notion that he needs you, when he plays all these stupid games. now he stands close by the claw machine, his arm folded on his chest, sighing loudly every minute, impatiently waiting for you.

you were terrible.

very horrible at claw machines, it comes to the point you have almost consumed half of your coins that were supposed to be for you and nagi. you really tried your best, feeling bad for the kid who asked you to help him get a gift for his little sister.

only left with frustrated sighs and disappointment, you turn to your sulking boyfriend by the side, who seems to light up from his sullen expression when you look at him. you flashed him a smile that looks a little strange, not the same ones that keeps his heart beating up and down or makes his ears aflare with redness.

no, you were asking for something. your eyes gesture the claw machine that you're struggling with, you didn't even have to beg, nagi has always been the one to fold for your wishes and bidding.

he was quick to get by your side and play on the controls, if getting this stupid plush penguin was to win you back he'll gladly get ten more of it.

and with just a few calculated flicks and timed clicks, he won. like he always seem to, when he's all fired up and determined.

“easy,” he muttered, as he drapes himself over you engulfing you in a warm embrace, as he breathes in the scent of your shampoo, placing a kiss in your hair in the process.

you laugh at him, letting yourself melt into his bear hug, your hands coming up to caress his snowy hair, “you still down for more, genius?”

“duh.”

you might have returned home with empty pockets and content hearts that day.

◞♡ likes & reblogs are highly appreciated! is it obvious i'm crazy for isagi?

[lvndosnorris]

Hi I love ur work I was thinking about how lando would be such a jealous little shit when readers talking with the drivers and take her home just to edge her the whole night and smirk at her the whole time

lando was usually pretty good at concealing his jealousy, often finding ways to preoccupy his mind whenever he saw you giggling away with someone who wasn't him. he'd marvel in the way that you were always so effortlessly contagious, happiness radiating from you — it'd be silly to think people wouldn't be attracted to that, he'd always remind himself. after all it was him that got to take you home.

yet the event had been going on for far too long and you were minutes away from getting you and oscar another drink. lando had been watching from afar, careful to not make it too obvious as you hung your head back and slapped your thigh almost comedically. if it were anyone else, anyone but oscar, he would have dragged you from the booth already and made some lame excuse to take you home — but instead he stood there, leaning against the bar as he pressed his lips to the rim of his glass and swallowed the last bit of whatever drink had been passed his way.

"you think you're so funny don't you sweetheart?" his words were quiet but held the authority that made your skin tingle, your feet quick to keep up with him as you weaved yourselves through the crowds of people. you knew what was happening as soon as lando appeared, pouting playfully before telling oscar you'd see him around. you were pushing all the right buttons, lando's jealousy worn proudly on his face as he ushered you into the back of the taxi.

and usually the both of you would keep yourselves away from prying eye's. but there was no going back as his fingers traced the hem of your dress, the pad of his finger rough against your skin as he cooed, "is this what you wanted, hm? wanted my attention?"

he could have slipped his fingers right under your dress and had them curl inside of you right there and then. the bubbling desire hot in your stomach as you tried so hard to keep yourself under control, lando's breath hot against your neck as he grazed the curve of your shoulder with his teeth.

you could have sworn you entered heaven the minute the front door was closed, lando's hands callous as they hiked your dress up and had you pressed against the hallway wall. he wasn't going to give it to you easy, and you knew that — whining as you pleaded with him, desperately begging for him to make you feel good. not that you deserved it, obviously.

"does he make you feel this good?" and he could of been anyone that lando had gotten jealous over, his thumb pressing harshly against your clit. the manner of how he rubbed it being one that was brutal, the pit of your stomach ignited as you held onto the doorframe for support. it was disgusting how quick your legs started shaking, lando's name falling from your tongue over and over in a filthy mantra — and then he just stopped.

dragged his hand from between your legs with a shit eating smirk on his face, his thumb suckled in his mouth as he groaned. your pouts and stammers would be pathetic as you followed him through to the bedroom, kicking your shoes off in the process as you splayed your palms across his back and fisted the ironed material of his shirt, "baby, please, i was just messing!"

and you were repeating those words when you were sprawled on the bed, lando's thigh keeping your legs parted as you bucked yourself against the muscle in hopes to find some sort of friction. a low laugh emitting from him as he tutted, pinning your waist down as he mocked your noises whilst peppering hot, messy kisses between the valley of your tits.

his tongue relenting as it swiped over your skin, leaving a sticky trail of saliva as he felt you writhe and push up against him. only giving into you when you swore you'd never do it again — his belt loosened as he stared at you from above, his trousers slack on his waist as he pushed them down just enough to free his already hardened cock. he'd be lying if he said this wasn't turning him on, the thought of you being his and nobody else's sending blood straight to where he craved you most.

the stretch to accommodate lando was always one that had you wincing. no matter how many times you promised you could take him your reaction would say otherwise; mouth drawn into a circle as he teased your with not much more than his tip. you bucked once more, mewling for him to fill you properly; only for lando to pull back, slipping the tip of his cock to your clit and back down again, hissing to himself at the sensitivity.

and he repeated that, over and over again, only pushing a mere inch or two inside of you before leaving you feeling empty. the heat that surged through your limbs making you moan out in frustration, fingernails gripping his bicep as you'd glare at him, neediness evident in your expression as you watched him have his fun with you.

[bigskyandthecoldgun]

okay. concept.

steve gets a very minor head injury—maybe one of the kids with less hand-eye coordination attempts to play catch with him and it goes wrong—and he has (temporary) amnesia as a result of it. he wakes up in the hospital and doesn’t know who anybody is, but he does know how he feels about them.

and the hot guy with gorgeous curly hair to the left of the girl he knows is his platonic-twin-flame-soulmate? well, obviously, steve’s in love with him. but when he expresses how relieved and happy he is to have finally found someone who seems to love him as much as he loves them, the ridiculously attractive guy gets this really strange look on his face and starts to leave.

eddie, who’s been pining after steve for months while assuming he’s straight, is immensely confused and concerned when steve gets emotional and begs him not to go, that he’ll do better, that he won’t forget ever again, he swears he’ll be good.

robin, who’s been steve’s emergency contact since the day after starcourt and had known hopper was his emergency contact before her. robin, who knows steve’s parents hadn’t shown up to the hospital after that night with the demogorgon and still haven’t shown up. robin, who knows hopper had begrudgingly promised to put himself down as the emergency contact for anyone who hadn’t had loved ones shown their faces at the hospital after what had happened, and there was only one person who that policy applied to. robin, who knows exactly why steve had reacted the way he had, and who knows that steve’s been in love with eddie since he’d carried him out of the upside down and collapsed at the hospital as soon as they had eddie in an operating room.

robin, who knows that steve thinks he ruins things by loving people too much, too soon, watches eddie’s face contort into panic.

robin, who knows that eddie’s instinct to run has a nasty habit of showing itself at the worst moments, rushes out of the room and blocks the door with a heavy chair that she sits in until the boys are forced to talk about things.

and of course, when it’s over, when the boys have talked it through and when steve’s recovered his memory, robin is paid in free weed, a ‘thanks for getting our shit together for us’ party complete with a cake that has that exact mantra spelled out in icing, and eternal dibs on shotgun in steve’s front seat.

(dustin, who is not at all thrilled about that last one, sucks it up because steve is the happiest he’s ever seen him.)

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Did you get a request? It's headcanons for Wyll, Dammon, and Rolan being jealous of some guy is flirting with their female s/o although she's oblivious that he's flirting with her? He's so possessive that he even took her back home to have a heated make-out while holding her close! (For Dammon & Rolan, please have his tail wrapped around her 🥺). Please stay safe! Thanks!

I did, in fact, get your request, Anon! I just had a few ahead of you!

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Wyll

Will is a pious man. He tries really hard to remain level-headed and cool as a cucumber.

That doesn't mean he doesn't have a moment or two of self-doubt or even rage.

Wyll is very quiet until he needs to speak up. He likes to observe and monitor the situation. For example, Y/N is being touched and laughing with Astarion for too long.

Wyll tried at first to use justification; maybe this is happening cause you are planning a battle strategy, or you need something lock-picked.

As the night progresses, he gets even more anxious and feels his blood boiling. Why haven't you come to his tent yet? Why are you busy now talking to that stupid Wizard?

Will would like do some soothing mantras, maybe even yoga, to calm himself down.

When you moved to talk to Halsin over him, though, all bets were off. Will stormed over there, so red in the face he rivaled the trim of his shirt.

Will is never physically harmful, but he did grab the back of your neck like a cat and redirect you to his tent.

As he let you in his tent before he entered, he turned to look at all the others in your group and stared them down individually before joining you.

Wyll hugged you close and sighed into your shoulder now that you were finally in his grasp.

As he calmed down, he started to feel really bad for his emotions and feelings of jealousy.

While doting on you, apologizing for his transgressions, you would tell him how much you liked it and thought it was hot.

That was all he needed to form an impish grin and smash his lips against yours. Wyll left hickies in places you didn't know hickies could go.

The following day, he had a huge grin, and you, sore and refreshed from your night together, proved to everyone in camp who owned you.

Dammon

Dammon is pretty secure in himself. His whole life, he was told how attractive and good-looking he was. Being a blacksmith just made him that much more attractive because of all the manual labor he had to do.

Dammon was indeed possessive of you but trusted you, so he didn't think he needed to show it all the time.

That was until the day those travelers came to town, and all resolve Dammon had was ruined.

It's not that he lost trust in you. No, he lost the ability to trust others as that man began to touch you and play with your hair even after introducing himself as your partner.

Dammon was hot, not just physically but mentally. He was beginning to see red.

Dammon knows how oblivious you can be. Hell, it took him eight weeks to get you to realize he had feelings for you because you were so clueless, but he loved that about you.

Dammon watched from afar as the travelers asked you more questions about the town and kept touching your arm.

Dammon did, in fact, ruin three swords while watching this whole interaction.

After the third sword snapped, he had enough. Dammon walked right over to where you two were talking. He shoved the traveler out of the way, grabbed the back of your head, and smashed his lips against yours.

Man did not stop kissing you until he needed to breathe. When he pulled away, he turned and looked at the traveler, who was mortified by the intense PDA just witnessed.

If someone were to ask Dammon what the bruise on his hand was, he would say he accidentally hit it with his hammer. If someone asked you or anyone else nearby, Dammon broke a man's nose and probably cheekbones.

After Dammon's display of superiority, he wrapped his tail around you gently and guided you back to your home, where he made sure everyone knew you were claimed by him from here on out. (I am talking about hickies; I do not believe Dammon would brand anyone with his equipment.)

Rolan

Rolan comes off as self-absorbed, but that's only because he is so scared of messing up and losing what little he has left.

He is very, very invested in his studies and in continuing to be the best Wizard on the coast so he can protect you and his siblings.

Once he had control over the tower, his obsession with learning grew even more, which never bothered you; seeing him succeed made you so happy.

Rolan would be in the middle of reading a book downstairs when he hears your laugh from the other side of the room.

Curious about what you found funny and wanting to reconnect with you since it had been a while, imagine his surprise when he saw you laughing at a Sorcerer who wandered in.

Hoping his eyes were deceiving him, he hid behind a bookshelf, watching as you checked out books for this man and laughed at his tales from the field.

Nothing seemed inherently wrong with the interaction; as Rolan began to blow it off, he noticed the Sorcerer's eyes rake across your body. Oh. Hell. No

Rolan redirected his attention to you two and noticed all the small queues the Sorcerer was giving, from prolonged hand touching, overzealous compliments, and those damn eyes.

Once all his books were checked out, the conversation should have ended there. You could have even said goodbye and wished him a nice day. Yet that man stood there and kept talking for ages.

Once, Rolan heard the dreaded words, "Wanna hit a tavern with me?" He used Misty Step, the fastest he had ever had, and appeared before you.

At this moment, Rolan was the exact verbiage of 'if looks could kill.'

Putting on one of his business fake smiles, Rolan tried to strike up a conversation with the lesser-than-magic user.

What this man did that made Rolan's blood boil was that he ignored him and talked through him before starting to speak to you again.

Before you could defuse the situation at all, Rolan had already cast a few spells and charms on him. Rolan calmed down from rage to something else as the Sorcerer left his tail between his legs.

When he looked at you, he looked like a man in heat. Scooping you up, he quickly took you to his quarters.

"I must not have been paying you enough attention if others think they can claim what mine is."

Rolan devoured you that night and ensured you were covered in his love and admiration.

From then on, when out on the floor helping customers and guests in the building, Rolan kept a possessive tail wrapped around you until closing hours.

I hope you all enjoy this one. It is a bit longer than last time. I hope it is good enough. I am feeling stronger and more confident in my writing every day. Thank you, everyone!

[whumpsoda]

Seeing Me in You - Unboxing

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cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, institutionalized slavery, conditioned/brainwashed whumpee

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Ever so anxiously fearful, he had safely arrived to his new home. After so long of training and treatment, he had been prepared to perfection for his purpose. He was going to finally be put to use.

His trip to delivery had proved painful, even if he was used to dealing with common afflictions. Such a tight cage was unfavorable for his hulking frame, and the constant, numerous shakes and bumps of the truck formed noticeable bruises over his skin, and a sour throbbing in his head.

Thankfully, 374629 wasn’t meant to look presentable. Especially not pretty. He knew he wasn’t, having been utterly made sure of it. Not average looking, even, but he was never meant to be. He certainly was not a romantic, nothing anyone would purchase depending on his level of attraction.

Once set to the ground below his master’s doorstep, he made a point not to listen into the muffled conversation mushing together like cotton clouds above him. Reducing it to a buzz in the back of his mind, he kept his brain nice and blank. His belly still whirled in a mixture of terror and excitement to be inches away from his owner, and minutes from finally being introduced to them.

He could clearly hear as the employees transporting him finally left, leaving him alone with his owner. Leaving him to begin his new life.

374629 froze rigid as light began cracking and seeping into his crate, flooding his face with warmth and blinding brightness. On instinct his eyes shut and wound tight, body curling into itself further.

He hoped his master would be a good master. Didn’t everyone? Every master would be good of course, he had to be grateful to have any master at all. He was lucky. Maybe they would be just like his handlers in the facility. He couldn’t help but wish they were. As much as he was in no place to have preferences, he would have liked the familiarity.

But as his master ever so carefully opened his box, revealing more and more of his face, 374629 couldn’t help but on instinct catch a tiny look. And his master was frowning.

It was obvious he was attempting to hide it, lips curling up ever so slightly, almost unnoticeably so. The fake, half smile failed to meet his solemn, moistening eyes that glittered in the light. Not only was he obviously unhappy with his delivery, but his master was crying.

As 374629 turned back away, he could only hope it was his pet’s unsavory predicament that he found so foul.

Covered in his own grime, tears and sweat, boxers shriveled and dirty, his burly figure was contorted every which way inside of his box. His collar wasn’t even a nice leather, rather cheap and itching raw, red marks over his neck.

Maybe his master had never ordered a boxie before. Maybe he didn’t realize his pet would arrive so disheveled.

“S- sorry,” the man sniveled, wiping his eyes with clammy knuckles, “This is just… a lot. More so for you, of course.” 374629 could sense the slightest of a soft smile in his voice, pulsing warmth through his pet’s butterfly-filled belly. 

374629 didn’t know if he was meant to respond. He knew his rules well, repeating one specifically like a mantra in his mind. Do not speak unless spoken to, he told himself, over and over again like the handlers had. But he’d never had someone, let alone a person, apologize to him. Apologize! How could he possibly know what to do?

“Ye- yes, sir.” He squeaked out, meek and shaky. He winced, expecting a quick and burning shock to the throat for his misbehavior - hesitating and stuttering - but, while no longer wearing his training collar, such a punishment never came. 

Eyes peeking open once again, 374629 fixated his vision on the wood paneling of his crate. Pets are never allowed to look their master in the face, he told himself, both reminding him of the rules and silently chastising himself for having the urge to do so a second time. He hoped his owner had noticed his previous mistake of doing so, so that he could receive needed discipline for such unacceptable behavior.

“Hmmm… how about we get you up and out of your box, okay?” His master commanded, although spoken strangely. As if it wasn’t a command, rather a question, but 374629 knew very well that it was. Commands were one thing he was good at knowing. “Unless you feel more comfortable in there, then-,”

Before his master could continue, 374629 swiftly and clumsily stumbled from the confines of his box, plopping to his knees beside it. Again he fixed his gaze somewhere beside his master, this time the concrete floor of the hallway, as much as he wished he could look to the man for approval.

“Oh.” 

The pet tensed. Did he do something wrong? He failed to discern an emotion from his master’s lack thereof, causing his stomach to quease with uneasiness. 

“That’s okay. That’s good, yeah.” The pet could have sighed in relief. “Now, can I ask you a question?”

374629 tensed once again. Another question. He was so terribly confused. Why was his master asking him? Permission, even? It had to be a trick. A test, to see how well he’d been trained, an easy on at that. 

“A master does anything they so desire.” He neatly recited, a smile nearly tugging at his lips. 

He was being such a good boy. Back at training he would have received a quick and concise good by his handler, and the thought of praise, no matter how little and insignificant, could have him practically drooling.

For a moment, his master paused.

“I guess I should’ve expected that.” He whispered, more so to himself than his pet. His tone almost shone disappointment to his words, a realization that could have brought rich bile flooding his pet’s mouth. “I just wanna know, um, what’s your designation?”

He didn’t even need to think to formulate a reply. “WRU, facility 034, Guard Dog 374629.” He recited on the instant, words rolling off his tongue with perfected memorization. His designation was beat to memory, coming completely and entirely natural to him. In the whole interaction, that was one thing he was sure of.

He heard his master swallow, thick with saliva that danced down his throat. “Guard dog?”

“Yes, sir.” He responded, without falter, and utilizing his deep, low chords.

“Me too.”

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Effective Kamdev Mantra For Love Attraction

Love is a very magical and powerful feeling that attracts people towards each other. So if you can find true love in your life it can surely make your life happy peaceful and contented to get the best one results. If is very crucial to get an effective Kamdev mantra for love attraction. It is very crucial to re-manage a love life properly so whenever you want to remove all the issues from your…

[howtoexloveback]

Mohini Vashikaran Shabar Mantra For Girl

Do you want to get help in order to attract someone? For this, you need to get the help of our expert Pandit ji. In order to reach win the love of someone special, you need to do a lot of work. Our expert can provide you Mohini vashikaran mantra to attract someone special. No matter it is your wife, girlfriend, colleague, boss or anyone else. You need to just perform some minor task and you can…

[ash-says]

hiii ! i love your post about being audacious 🩷 do you have any tips about improving people skills/ being more charismatic? thank youuuu 🤭

Hello girlll!!! Thanks for sharing your thoughts on the audacious post. It's one of my fav tbh I literally came up with it while I was cooking. So coming to your question let me see how I can help you out tbh I share my opinions and what has worked for me so far. So practice discernment and take everything with a pinch of salt✨✨

Tips to improve People Skills/ Being more Charismatic:

1) Find your USP:

USP means Unique Selling Proposition. What makes you unique and I mean it in a personality sense more here. You can extend it to your looks but start from a personality trait cause it will be forever and very personal to you. Even if someone copies it, it will always be a cheap one.

I will elaborate on this with an example:

One of my ex colleagues was really good at socializing. He was 27 years old but I kid you not he looked like a 20 year old or even younger at times. He had a boyish charm and he used it to his full advantage. He literally had a child's energy and would jump here and there in the office, act like a literal child when not working. He had a refreshing energy to him the type that reminds you of your childhood days. Heck after a meeting with the CEO he used to watch cartoons to destress and made us watch it too so we could also relax but when it came to work he was smart, efficient and knew how to use his easy going socializing energy to generate sales. So you get my point right?? Find what attracts people to you or what value you can offer to them.

2) Knowledge. Education.

I personally swear by this. Be as disgustingly educated as possible. Know about various topics at least the basics of current trends or what's hot and some off topics. This adds dimension to your personality and helps you to hold a conversation with anyone. Plus you never run out of topics to speak on.

3) Confidence. No elaboration needed.

4)Sense of humour.

Why bore people to death by reciting the merciless nature of Julius Caesar when you could present it as a joke when something relatable comes up??? People are more likely to find you charismatic if you can make them laugh.

5) Master the art of Storytelling

This!!! Right here is a cheat code I tell you. You don't have much knowledge to speak on for now? Fine as you gradually work on it hold conversations by sharing bits of your life in a colorful way. Engage people with your life stories. Make them fun and a little dramatic. I am not advising you to lie. There's always a way you can convey something in an entertaining manner. Master it. I personally use it a lot and it's fun to connect with people cause they too loosen up and share their stories and then you link it up with your sense of humour by adding a nice comment or comeback.

Warning : Never share details that are very personal to you. Only share funny incidents and situations that won't bring you in trouble if gossiped about. Practice with discernment.

6) Learn positive body language and develop empathy. Empathy truly helps you in connecting with people on a deeper level and creating a bond based on trust and emotions.

7) Smile. Don't grin like a fool but when you see someone you know make a note to address them. Wish them good morning ,etc . Pass a genuine smile towards them. Be polite.

8) Be genuinely interested in other people but not in a nosy way instead in a healthy way. Help them out if you can. A good deed never goes to waste.

9) Have a positive outlook on everything. No one wants a pessimistic person around them. Even on days you can't. You know the mantra ," Fake it till you make it".

10) Support people. Be kind. Soft spoken. Know your place. Don't downplay yourself in front of people who are clearly not at your level and don't overestimate yourself in front of people who are professionals in those fields. Get a grip on how to act with whom. You won't know it until and unless you won't do it. Have a strong sense of self, be opinionated, confident and be witty. It's fun that way. Push your limits and don't be afraid to network with new people and talk to strangers. Who knows what will happen??

Possibilities are endless.

I hope this helps you out✨✨

[veryberryjelly]

not one hair outta place

married at first strike - 0.0 the hen do

jamie tartt x fem!reader [ 0.9k ]

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

You rubbed your palms along your legs as the car neared closer and closer to the destination you could spot on your driver’s gps. 

A mantra repeated in your head like a broken record. 

‘I’m ready for this’ 

You hadn’t been the one to come up with this idea. One of your friends had sent you the link to the applications and at the time you thought it couldn’t hurt. 

There was no way you’d get chosen out of thousands of applicants. 

And when you got that email that your application had been moved to the next stage of the process, you were sure you wouldn’t get through any more stages. 

But now you were here. Sat in the back of a car on the way to a hen party.

When the car stopped you took in a shuddering breath and opened up the back door, thanking the driver before approaching the open doors. 

You heard voices. 

You weren’t the first one here. 

Another deep breath, one more step and you were met with a wave of cheers and welcomes as one of the other girls approached you. 

“ hi, sweetheart. You look so good ! “ the redhead exclaimed as she wrapped you in a quick hug. 

“ Thank you, you look incredible too. I’m y/n “

“ Amelia. Can I get you some bubbly ?” 

“ absolutely “ 

You followed her over to the small bar table where 10 glasses of champagne rested alongside two ice buckets. 

You were very quickly introduced to the rest of the girls in the room, greeting each and every one of them with a smile and a compliment about their outfit, because they all looked fantastic.

As more women flooded in, you fell into a conversation with the group, learning why all of these beautiful, intelligent and successful women needed the help of experts to find someone. 

A round of gasps pulled you from your conversation, causing you to flinch and almost spill your drink. 

You turned your gaze towards the door to find what everyone was gasping at. 

“ evening, ladies “ 

A guy. 

You didn’t know a lot about this experiment, but you were pretty sure this was a hen party. 

“ oh, he must be paired with another guy on the stag night “ 

Oh. 

He was quick to introduce himself as Oscar, and also confirmed that, yes, he was gay. 

Unbeknownst to the hens, a similar thing was happening over at the stag party.

A round of confused noises spread around the room when a woman walked in amongst the men. 

“ hey boys. Room for one more ?” the girl spoke. 

The boys had gathered that she was the last one to enter based simply on how many men were already in the room. 

A head of walnut mist turned towards the new member of the stag party. 

Not what he expected. 

But she was very attractive, so he figured he would try and get on side. 

He stood from the seat he had gotten comfortable in and made his way over to her, a smirk crawling it’s way onto his lips. 

“ Want a drink ?” he suggested, motioning towards the bar with two buckets of drinks. 

“Definitely“ she replied, following him towards the bar where she stuck her hand out to shake his. “ isla “ 

“Jamie“ he replied, his hand slotting into hers. “ what can i get for you, isla ?” he questioned, his eyes only leaving hers to momentarily drop to scan her body when she was identifying the drink options. 

“I’ll take a white wine” 

Jamie was quick to fulfill her request, but not long after he placed the glass in her hand, a new voice entered the room. 

“Welcome everyone, to the experiment. My name is Derek, and i’m here to help guide you all through this.”

“Welcome everyone, to the experiment. My name is Claire, and i’m here to help guide you all through this.”

Every pair of eyes was on the newcomer in the room, a woman they all identified as one of the experts. 

“ enjoy your last night as single people because by this time tomorrow, you will all be married to someone chosen specifically for you “ 

Her sentence sent a chill down your spine. One you were sure was rooted in both fear and excitement. 

“ as you’ve no doubt noticed, you are joined by one of our grooms. That is because we have two same sex couples this year “ 

“ as you’ve no doubt noticed, you are joined by one of our brides. That is because we have two same sex couples this year “ 

That had jamie’s hopes of scoring with isla dropping to the floor. He was good, but even he wouldn’t be able to score with a lesbian. 

“ have a good night, everyone. This time tomorrow, you’ll be married to someone the experts have matched with you “ 

All that Jamie could hope for, was that his partner would be a lot easier to get with than isla. Or he may as well have just stayed in Richmond.

With that, Derek left, and the room lit up with discussion. 

Primarily about which groom was into men, and where the other groom was. 

The conversation was practically identical at the Hen Party. But no one chose to voice it, most likely told by the production team to keep it a secret for the sake of suspense. 

But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t focus on enjoying the night and getting to know the people you would be seeing a lot of over the next few weeks. 

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[spiraledfaun]

a deerboy story

CW: In-text induction, suggestions to become weak to spirals, and become owned by spirals. Does contain suggestions to promote safety and agency, but mind the prior warning. Written in third person.

It was a cold, dark night outside, and a little deerboy was all snuggled up in his favorite blanket, in his favorite chair. He’d eaten some yummy food and two edibles, and felt perfectly content. In front of him played the inane comedy he’d chosen, something with a lot of hijinks and fun colors.

Everything was just so lovely.

As the energetic music blared in the background, the deerboy scrolled through Tumblr on his tablet. He always felt a little horny when he was high, so he checked out his favorite place: the hypnokink tag. Not all of it was for him, he wasn’t a “good girl” or looking to “sink into pink”, but there were some good finds.

But the best find of all sent through him an electric jolt, warmed all at once from head to toe.

Spirals.

He couldn’t quite explain what it was concisely, but something in the way they moved drew him in with a vice grip. Not all spirals of course, they had to be the right speed. The right smoothness. The right pattern. Once all the components were there, they would spin him deep into their control before he could even blink.

Of course, he had a collection. No one so taken by spirals wouldn’t have at least a few. This deerboy in particular had over 180. More than a few didn’t work on him anymore, or he had been fooled in the previews that it would be right. But he kept them all. Something about it just seemed right.

And tonight, as he scrolled through the hypnokink tag, he was hoping beyond hope he would stumble upon a wonderful one. A spiral that would make him get a little wetter every time he thought about how depraved it was. Regular people didn’t drop to lines on a screen. But he couldn’t help it when it just sang to his soul, and sucked him in. And the deerboy knew he would give in every single time he let it pull at him.

Even at just the thoughts, the possibility began to draw his mind down. The weed began to hit, and his head grew ever hazier.

Oh, he had just the thing.

The deerboy, with his short little antlers, a little past only just beginning to show, picked up his aphrodisiac pills and popped one into his mouth. He chased it down with a sip of his soda, and sunk a little further into the papasan behind him. When it hit, he would be pulled into a plush cloud of pleasure, just from doing nothing but watching his screen.

He passed by post after post, seeing a new one from yesterday that was actually pretty good. Another from a hypnoblogger with an imaginary scenario. Someone’s hypnostory released to a great response. An underwhelming spiral. An attractive blonde showing off her breasts and bobbing up and down. More fantasies.

But nothing that really drew him in.

And then he stumbled upon it.

One of the blogs had posted a link to a custom spiral maker. He’d tried them out a few times over the years, but some of them just hadn’t hit, or he wasn’t in the right mood for it. But he clicked on the link anyway.

The website opened up to a preview menu. Curious, the deerboy checked over the subliminal text. Suggestions to obey the spiral, not resist, drop, filled the screen. Unfortunately, there were a few lines of text that didn’t fit his preferences, so he edited the text and added some of his favorite mantras. The colors also weren’t quite right, so he made it black and white. A smaller example of the spiral played at the bottom of the page.

Finally, said his brain, leading him down into the winding curves. I can turn off.

He navigated to the main menu, eager. His breathing increased, excited to give in, excited to just lose. The deerboy hit the final button,

And lost.

Out of his brain dripped every single one of his thoughts, the boy’s mind flooded in ecstasy, the vision of the wicked spiral etched into his eyes. Unable to keep upright, he sagged into the grip of its winding gaze, will eroding with each pulse of the pattern, feeling utterly captured by its beauty.

No longer was his opinion required, no coherence asked, nothing taxing at all. Just looking, falling, dropping deeply into trance was all he could do. It was so easy and simple to keep staring. To lose himself in the ebb and flow, the smoothness of its movement, and give up thinking.

He didn’t need thoughts anymore.

That was for other people to have.

He just needed to keep looking into the Spiral, and get weaker.

Giving into the Spiral was what he was made to do.

The Spiral owned him now.

His body began to flutter, the space between his legs feeling warmer and warmer. The deerboy’s eyes started to cross, and his mouth drifted open. Nothing had ever felt so pleasurable in his life.

As he continued to lose control of his mind to some lines on a screen, his arousal kept growing. He didn’t notice that the hornier commands had been increasing in frequency, he just knew he was feeling better and better.

The boy continued dropping, train of thought entirely derailed, drool beginning to collect in his mouth. He was in the grip of the Spiral now, completely surrendered to the patterns before him. He knew what this was doing to him. He knew he was conditioning himself deeper and deeper. But he had his safeties. He had his protections, and he trusted himself.

But of course, to anyone around, it would look as though he was wide open to their influence, receptive to any programming they might want to put on him. He shivered to think of it, wishing, secretly, for someone to corrupt his mind into something unrecognizable from his everyday self.

This desire kept him enraptured, enshrining the key to his mind in a deep, persistent Spiral fetish. And maybe someday, he’d hand it to someone willingly. It wasn’t his focus, but it always hung around in the back of his mind.

Until then, the bright, weaving lines would hold him, and turn his gaze inside out, making him weaker and writing his thoughts. He shivered in their grasp, and his arousal began to increase again. Down, down, deeper the Spiral spun him, sending his head on a dizzy revolution, dropping him into a haze.

It was so hard to think now. There weren’t any thoughts other than the ones flashing in front of his face.

You can’t resist.

The Spiral makes you weak.

You love to stare.

Drop.

Give in to the Spiral.

You’re weak.

Staring makes you mindless.

His eyes kept crossing, his mind spiraling down into nothing.

The Spiral owned him now.

Submit to the Spiral.

Don’t resist.

You love to drop.

Obey and give in.

The deerboy drooled openly, lost in the movements on the screen, conquered by simple little lights.

The Spiral owned him now.

It wasn’t a question anymore, it was the truth, and the sooner the little deerboy realized that, the better.

His entire being belonged to the Spiral, and there was nothing he could do about it.

All at once, his cunt throbbed pleasurably, and the blood rushed to his tiny dick.

Fuck.

He’d never had such a good lover as a Spiral, and he knew it. It was just a part of his reality now, that Spirals controlled his mind, and fucked it as they pleased. It didn’t matter that he understood there was no sentience there, he couldn’t help but submit to their beauty.

The deerboy had assigned… names. To some of them.

It was just to think about, never to talk about out loud, but they turned over and over in his head as he stared, wondering what this one’s moniker would be.

And as he realized what this one wanted from him, the deerboy’s hole clenched, the high catapulting him into pleasure beyond his wildest dreams. He submitted, cumming on nothing and relinquishing his mind to the Spiral.

The Spiral owned him now.

The Spiral owned him now.

There was nothing else in that moment, just the deerboy and the Spiral. And sometimes only the Spiral.

He came his little heart out, tiny tail twitching and swishing as the orgasm overtook him, cascading up and down his entire body. Utter bliss. The deerboy gave in over and over again, until he felt wrung out and tight.

Maybe it was time to stop.

[alexlikesairconditioninh]

Geo x MC who is kinda sadistic.

If someone smacks her with a tray, she'll bash their head in with that tray. If someone slaps her, she'll sucker punch them. With no expression at all. Maybe even a teensy bit sociopathic.

Love your work btw and expect more Geode reqs teehee. <3

Also don't feel pressured to do them quickly at all; remember to drink water, eat and sleep well.

Can be platonic or romantic: sorry for how ooc this is💔💔💔💔

NOT PROOF READ I WROTE THIS IN ONE SITTING!!! 1!1!1!

At first, he found you... Weird? But, he respected you nonetheless. Afterall its clear you're able to defend yourself and, you don't hesitate. Thats something alot of people struggle to do. So even though he doesn't know you, he respects you.

But, when you do get to know eachother hes protective. Automatically, even if he knows you can defend yourself, theres always this tinge of worry bubbling at the back of his mind- a mantra of what if 's?

Deryl, Brit, you, you guys aren't helpless nor defenseless and he knows that, but he can't help but join in on your violence when you give somome a taste of their own medicine.

You and some dude from your class were arguing, its clear you guys didn't agree on the topic. If he was mature he would've continued talking calmly about your disagreement, however younge college students aren't notorious for their maturity.

Geo was coming to pick you up from class. Your classmates used to look at him, surpised to see him of all people. At this point, the people in your class were aware of your familiarity with the tall man. Him coming from the class next door to pick you up was routine, normal. They no longer batted an eye; his presence no longer attracted all eyes.

That's when the guy slapped you across the face. Geo swore time slowed. Everyone went silent.

He slapped you?

Oh

He slapped you.

Oh hell no, hes not gonna let that slid-

Before he could move, before he could reach out to you and ensure your safety, a loud slam was heard. You wind your arm back before sucker punching the guy, so hard he fell backwards. Not a hint of anger, remorse, disrespect- emotion was on your face.

The guy sat there silent, so did you, so did Geo.

It felt like forever before your classmate broke the silence.

" M/C! Are you okay?" she said completely ignoring the state of the guy you just punched. Geo followed, looking at you. unlike you, with emotion- concern and worry.

You assured him you were fine, nonchalantly. He grew calmer, and he rushed you out of that classroom to find the rest of the group. He was tense at first. But, damn, the way you sucker punched him with no expression was insane. He turned his head your way,

"Your insane".

[praisethesuuun]

Zoro x reader: what words don't say

Type: smut🔞

Warnings: oral (giving), blowjob, sex, adult themes, mention of alcohol

For him, it was just too good: all it took was a beer, a few sneaky touches and nice words to make you fall at his feet. Zoro had always had trouble showing how much he cared, acting more serious than usual when someone flirted with you or when you refused to assist him in his training; yet, your attraction was evident.

Tonight, he had simply decided to put a stop to all those times you tried to run away from him.

His hand was immersed in your soft locks, squeezing tightly to guide your movements, a trickle of saliva ran down your chin, making the swordsman smirk: "Look just how messy you are..."

Zoro's voice was hoarse, low, sending jolts down your spine, while you still asked yourself how you ended up in that situation. Your moans, completely smothered by the fullness of your mouth, sending sweet vibrations up the length of him, making Zoro moves his hips a bit more.

The wooden floor of the cabin was uncomfortable and hard under your knees, yet the pain took a backseat to the pleasure: why did you care if it left a mark on you? You had much else to think about...

Soft as silk, your hands tightened around his thighs, moving up only to tease the swordsman's abs; you could feel them flex every time Zoro groaned too much. "You love it in your mouth, I can see it in your eyes" he began, looking down at you and increasing his grip on your hair.

Meanwhile, your brain had simply stopped working, your eyes looking up at him: the soft light of the room, that of the moon, filtering through a window, kissed every curve and concavity of his body. You could see the veins in his arm and that little vein on his neck that swelled every time he flexed his muscles. You couldn't even feel your legs anymore, being too focused on keeping your mouth open enough for him, using your tongue as a cushion and afraid of your own teeth, you didn't want it to end. Oh no, it had to be perfect.

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe the way Zoro's body responded to your touch, but the atmosphere was taking your breath away more than his cock in your mouth. "You are mine, understand?"

But you couldn't answer. A gurgling sound was all it took to move his hips even more. The growls that came from his throat made you even wetter and you were sure that your underwear needed to be changed: they were really dump and you had probably already come as soon as the tip of his dick had touched the back your throat.

At the same time, Zoro also demonstrated moments of tenderness, wiping away the tears falling from your eyes with his thumb. In those small moments, you noticed a radical change in his eyes, which became so sweet that it almost made you cry harder. They made you wonder if he could have them even when he fucked you, treating you like a precious treasure instead of a prey, captured after days of unbridled hunting.

The swordsman was also approaching his limit, not surprisingly his breathing had become heavier as his toes writhed from the pleasure in his boots. He couldn't help it, you were becoming like a drug: the way your throat tightened around him, as his movements pushed him deeper and deeper...

"You really like taking it in your mouth, huh?” Zoro asks, his voice more like a groan. He could feel the way his cock hit your vocal chords and you were so beautiful, oh my, you were beautiful...with those soft lips of yours kissing every vein and that cute nose of yours nestled in his green curls.

Tell the truth, you had decided to drive him crazy, otherwise it wouldn't have explained itself.

"Take it...oh fuck, take it...I know you can do that"

And the grip on your hair became tighter, your mouth hotter than before. All the little sounds you made entered his head like a mantra, and when Zoro looked into your eyes, he couldn't stop himself from breathing even more heavily.

You loved him, you had to be honest with yourself and admit it, you loved the way he treated you, the smell of beer and sex on his toned body. He was more like an animal than a man, running after the desperate need to release all that tension and honestly, it suited you just fine. Then, you decided to break away for a while: you took deep breaths, but your hand stroked his dick gently. Your cheeks were now red, but not sunken like before, Zoro didn't know which version was better.

"Don't tell me you were out of breath" he teased you, looking down with a smirk. What a jerk.

"So mean..."

Your voice was higher, it reminded him of the meow of a kitten, especially given the little licks you were giving to his lenght. You were so cute: the effort you made to take it was irresistible, making the swordsman feel proud of himself. You wanted to bring that green-haired bastard to exhaustion, it was the best punishment for making you wait all that time for making love with him, that blowjob would have turned against him. Oh, you were sure of that. Maybe he already saw that coming, but in the end, he didn't care too much about who would dominate who either, the important thing was to feel your skin soft and warm against his own. You completely clouded his mind and made him stop wanting to come in your mouth. "Don't you dare making me cum like that, I want to see it drip from somewhere else..."

The night was still young and the rest of the crew were still on the dock celebrating and, even if they had entered the cabins, they would have been too drunk to hear you. Backing out wasn't an option and Zoro wanted to make the most of that opportunity...

[sheepiemc]

your touch (a craving)

part 4: shoulder (first | prev)

Keep the Devildom in order. 

That is my job.  

This mantra had been repeating in Diavolo’s head ever since the Lotan hallway incident where he almost lost himself in your touch. The safety and security of the Devildom was - and always will be - his top priority. Imagine the chaos that would inevitably arise should the population catch wind that their prince held especially fond feelings for a participant of his exchange program, and a powerless human, no less! 

Of course, he didn’t think of you as powerless. You held the leashes of 6 out of 7 of the Avatars of Sin, with the final one all but within your grasp. Hell, you didn’t even know how much power you wielded over him, the actual prince and acting ruler of the Devildom. That’s what made this whole situation so dangerous. 

Diavolo could read your truth; he knew there were no ill intentions in your heart towards him or his people. But demons were an untrusting and suspicious lot. There was no way they would believe any human, with or without innate magical abilities, wasn’t trying to wield absolute power in the Devildom to sow discord and bring destruction to their way of life. Having pacts with the Avatars of Sin already put a target on your back; Diavolo didn’t want to make things worse by adding more fuel to the fire. 

More than that, however, Diavolo knew you deserved someone who would be devoted to you and only you. As the future king of the Devildom, should something happen and there be a choice between you and his kingdom, he would have to pick his kingdom. 

Every time. 

He never wanted to make that decision. So he would keep it all inside. No one had to know his true feelings. He could keep pretending the attraction he felt towards you was because you were a novelty, and as soon as you went back to the human world - where you belonged - he would forget all about you. 

He thought about all this, sitting at the big desk in his office, while he was supposed to be going over and signing all the plans for the Winter Formal - which had somehow ballooned into two separate events, The Winter Festival and Ball. The festival got the student body involved with booths from students and clubs, with extra snow-themed activities like ice skating, skiing, and a snowball fight tournament. The ball was still a traditional ball with a winter theme, but the increased workload from preparing for the festival made things a little strained for the prince, as most of the changes were his idea (even after he told Lucifer to handle everything). 

He’d been in the office for hours already, and the light outside was shifting from perpetual twilight to perpetual dusk. His jacket was hung on the back of his chair and his tie was loosened, with the first two buttons on his shirt unbuttoned. How many hours had it been? He blinked, trying to focus on the paperwork in front of him. He had been at it so long, his hand was starting to cramp up. Diavolo put the pen down and sighed. He needed to get his mind off you AND this paperwork. 

And he knew exactly what he needed to distract himself. 

He looked around the empty room once before taking a key out from under a fake bottom in a drawer in his desk. Looking around again, he ducked beneath the big desk and used the key to unlock a secret compartment where he pulled out his latest guilty pleasure, Tempted by Forbidden Royal Desire by Amy Lovejoy. It’s not that Diavolo felt ashamed to read such a title, after all, what does a prince have to be ashamed of? No, Diavolo was being cautious so as not to incur the wrath of his loyal butler. Many a time previously had Barbados caught Diavolo reading something like Tempted by Forbidden Royal Desire when a deadline on some important business was approaching, so Barbados had banned the books from the office indefinitely. 

But when his world got to be too much, Diavolo loved to get lost in the world of romantic fiction, where the heroines could overcome any adversity, and every ending was a happy one. Some heroines felt trapped by their station or duty, some heroines felt they couldn't be with their love interests because it was wrong or they were fundamentally incompatible, but true love always prevailed. Even when all seemed lost, a miraculous conflict resolution was just around the corner. He flipped to the last page he left off and continued reading: 

He kissed her with all the passion of a thousand dying suns. She wanted to get lost in the sensations of him, his warmth, his strength, all that passion roiling underneath his taut skin. When his tongue slid into her mouth she felt like she was on fire. His strong, manly tongue dominated her smaller, weaker one. She wanted to be consumed by him. She knew she shouldn’t, of course. It wasn’t proper for a princess to desire so strongly but she couldn’t help how she felt. It had been so long since she had felt the touch of another, and never had she been graced by the touch of one from the opposite sex. Many nights she spent wondering if she would ever get out of this dungeon, if she would know happiness again.  She knew she should push him away, try to fight, but his large hands held her delicate, feminine body so firmly in his grasp. Their mouths molded together perfectly. She whimpered into the kiss, helpless against the unyielding pressure building up within her, his hardness pressing into her softness. His mouth slid from hers, his lips caressing her cheek, her jaw, her neck. She couldn’t contain the wanton moan that escaped her lips when his mouth traveled further south to her heaving bosom spilling out of her now ripped bodice.  “We have to stop, Faeby’o,” she said when some sense finally returned to her head. “This is wrong.” They didn’t belong together. She was a princess and he was a poor, simple commoner, from a rival kingdom, of all things.  “If this is wrong, Stelleia,” he said gruffly, his deep voice dripping with hunger, “I don’t want to be right.” The way he said her name made her inner goddess quiver. At that, she finally allowed herself to be consumed by the flames of passion. She dragged her hands down the hard planes of his chest, making her way down to his throbbing-

“That doesn’t look like this quarter’s fiscal budgetary expenditures.”

He felt the warmth of your body hovering beside him before he heard your voice, startlingly close to his ear. 

His heartbeat kicked up when he realized you were leaning into him, reading over his shoulder. Despite being surprised by your sudden appearance, Diavolo subdued his physical reaction. He turned his head calmly to look at you, your face only inches from his, your eyes focused on the book in his hands. 

What he couldn’t control was his sharp inhalation of breath when he realized what exactly you were reading over his shoulder. He couldn’t even revel in the feel of your touch and your warmth so close to him before the panic set in. He leaned back and away, giving you as much distance as he could without getting up and out of his seat. 

“Do you even know if what you said means anything?” he said amusedly, not a hint of wavering in his voice to betray how nervous you really made him. 

“Isn’t that your job?” You hopped onto his desk, crossing your legs and leaning back defiantly, like you were challenging him to come closer. Your boldness knew no bounds, never ceasing to impress the Demon Prince. “What’s that you're reading, anyway? A dirty book?” You wiggled your eyebrows, and Diavolo could feel heat bloom across his face and neck. 

There was no point in hiding it from you, not after you plainly saw what he was reading. He closed the book and examined the cover, holding it at an angle so you could look at it with him. The two main characters were locked in a passionate embrace, nearly disrobed. If the title didn’t give it away, the cover illustration certainly confirmed your suspicions. 

You gasped. “Diavolo, I am positively scandalized,” you held a hand to your chest, playfully chiding the prince. “And while you should be working. Tsk, tsk.” 

“And what,” he said, getting up from his chair, feeling emboldened by your boldness, “are you doing in my office when I am supposed to be working, hmm?” He leaned heavily into your space, one hand dangerously close to your thigh on the desk, the other propped up on his hip. You were like a magnet, he was helpless against the pull he felt toward you. He was warm, so close you swear you could feel the deep hum resonating in his chest. 

You held the stack of papers you brought with you up to your chest, almost like a barrier between you and the prince. You blinked up at him, mouth suddenly dry, senses muddled by the spicy scent of him now consuming your thoughts. 

“Barbados,” you cleared your throat when you heard your voice crack, “wanted me to bring you more of these forms to sign.” 

Not so brave when the tables were turned, Diavolo noted. He chuckled as he pulled them out of your hands and put them on the desk without looking at them. His hand landed on the other side of your hip, effectively trapping you between him and the desk. No parts of you were actually touching him, but you felt like you were on fire just the same.

“So he asked you to be the messenger?” It was a question but he already knew the answer: Barbados, loyal butler that he was, knew he wouldn't be able to ignore you, no matter what boring paperwork you were handling.

“I- I was,” you stuttered, heart hammering in your chest, “in the hallway when he caught me. I figured I had time before my next class anyway…” Your eyes flickered to his mouth for only half a second, but Diavolo caught it. He inhaled sharply, knowing he was teetering precariously on the edge. 

Keep the Devildom in order. 

That is my job.

He hummed, pushing himself off the desk and stepping away to give you space. “I appreciate your generosity, MC. Thank you for bringing these forms to me.” 

Neither of you moved for a beat, afraid of shattering something precious. He looked away first. You understood. You hopped off his desk and slowly headed towards the door. 

“I should,” you said as you stood at the door, “probably get to class now.” 

He looked at you again and nodded, unable to read the uncertain expression on your face. You lingered a moment longer, like you were waiting for him to say something. 

He couldn't. 

When you closed the door behind you, Diavolo rubbed his hand across his face and sighed. 

He had to get back to work.

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