[DMMd] Aoba X Clear - Master's CookingMore Like This
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This story is written in Clear's point of view.
I let out a small sigh. Aoba-san is out shopping and I'm currently sitting on his bed and
read a magazine. Upside down. That's how I always read magazines. I think it's more challenging
like that. But also difficult. Still it was very boring at the moment. Again I let out a sigh and put
the magazine away. I looked at Ren-san who was sitting next to me, not paying attention.
I grabbed him and started to fluff his stomach. "Flufffluff, fluffflufffluff~!" Ren-san made an
unamused face and tried to wriggle out of my hands. "Clear. Please stop it." I smiled and
put him down. "Haha, sorry, Ren-san. But everytime I see you, I just need to fluff your stomach!"
Ren-san looked at me for a whil
Temptation (SebastianxReader)More Like This
He was not human.
To forget that was to become prey already limp in the jaws of its hunter—yet already your grip on the whip was weakening, his fingers gently loosening yours and taking the control into those slender, wickedly clever hands.
I am yours to command.
Your eyes closed for a second, the darkness taking shape behind your eyelids and unfurling into shapes with no name; your fingers clenched on air, blood boiling under the incandescent lines of the contract seal branded onto your body and soul. Not for the first time, the thought that contract seals branded a demon’s human much like a slaughterhouse branded its stock crossed your mind, bringing a prickling of goosebumps to your skin and the slightest of shivers up your spine.
Allow me to bear the burden of your duties…allow me to serve you in the fullest.
You Need (Sebastian x Reader One Shot)More Like This
You Need (Sebastian x Reader One Shot)
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You Need -The Bengsons
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You hadn’t expected to find yourself at the Phantomhive Manor this evening, and yet here you were, attending a ball with some ridiculous viscount who actually thought he had a chance with you. He wasn’t the kind of man you were looking for, and you doubted there would be any man to fill your needs at a ridiculous ball for noblemen.
As you made your way around the edge of the hall, you became aware of a pair of deep crimson eyes following your every move. The flash of your smile, the curve of your hip, the fit of your dress, your (h/c) hair tossed back with laughter at some idiot pervert's tasteless joke; all of it seemed to make him hungrier. You caught him walking along the opposite wall, stalking you as if you were exquisite prey. You smiled flirtatiously at the mysterious ma