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First; All of this is just smut and as for plot (⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`⁠)⁠！ Maybe a few or not at all

Second; Not all ending can come out fine and plenty stories here doesn't make sense.....but welcome to Bl smut logic doesn't make sense here. So some are okay, others questionable, some fair, and lastly some are how to say 🌚 very dark.

Third Slow updates, although I do have somewhat of a schedule, which is one episode every three days that could change because I am currently facing exams, and updating other stories.

Fourth; This is armature writing first time writing any form of smuts. Although I do rea- I mean research on them Don't hold his against me

So let introduce the first story (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠)

°•Story One•°

~My dear Master~

PLOT (if you can call it one) "He saved me, by letting me in his home, but I want something more his body his heart all of it". A sexual fantasy for all my dreams and now that I finally got the chance why not do it. But, what This!? Master has an engagement, HA!! Nothing comes between us if she disappears. He-he ◉⁠‿⁠◉ Such a devotee servant, I am. A Shadow I may be, but for him, I'll burn the world. Too bad master doesn't know, yet he wants to take responsibility for me. Oh! This will be fun for my dear, dear, dear, ~Dear Master~

°•Character•°

Has a crush on his master ever since he met him. Obsessed with him, and fantasize flirty about him But acts simple and doesn't push, but secretly burns all those near the master. Service: BOTTOM

But is very sensitive inside and a little cruel too. He didn't want Jason to leave, so he proposed to be responsible. Has a finance!! Service: TOP

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Jason's POV

The room was dim, with only a candle lit it bring forth light casting shadows on the walls.

The air felt dangerous not because of the cold, but because of the dangers; Master was there staring right at me

He sat up a bit, papers shifted down— and a hand stretch out.

I loved it

It was rough

Tearing pleasure, his tongue was in all routes searching my mouth

His hands on a treasure hunt, mapping his route in every inch of my skin

Fingers gripped his tie, loosened it completely in a slow deliberate manner while keeping eye contact

He came close, breathe mingling with mine, a command came.

He didn't wait for a response, hands already gripping mine and holding the tie in them, tying them in a practical tightness. Such in a that even the slightly movement was restrain and slightly pain full.

I liked.....no I loved

This is what I wanted, want I spent years and countless night perceiving his warmth and touch

The kiss lasted, like it had no stop, by one pulled all the air away, leaving me helpless

Hands restricted, clothes off and hanging around the body, his mark third night, one that doesn't fade within a day

this is what I always want, always imagine and for this I wasn't going to lose it to no lowlife

For his is my and I his

This is a story of me and my dear, dear, dear Master~

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GRUMBLE~~~

My stomach speaks up in protest,

VROOM 💨

It turned about and parked down. Two shadow came out, but I couldn't see anything

Background noises

Who is this guy, my new Master?

He shoes are shiny, he smells like soaked wood.

Why? Is he looking at me like that

He didn't answer instead

He steps closer, using his cane to lift me up facing him.

But the cold silvery handle was fleetingly resting against my skin, making me think it was real

He went out as his guards came and lead me out.

I didn't care about my so-called father, watching him walk away ahead of me, I secretly grabbed a bit of clothes to touch.

I got in the car him the other as we went out to my new place, my master's home~~

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