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Pretty Little Liar | Black Butler

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CW: little angst, heavy smut, corruption kink, breeding kink

A/N: yk this was originally drafted for a comfort/fluff and somehow my horny ass made it into my first official smut on my page. Eat well bitches.

Demons need no rest.

Those of which are often spoken of with disdain, cannot feel. They cannot taste what humans think delicious, they have no need for the mundane things such pathetically weak animals cannot survive without.

Their contract's contents vary. Simple things as an assassination to spending an entire human lifetime with someone. Fulfilling their every need, all whilst hiding their satanic facade behind a mask:

A loving husband, a doting father, a caring butler. Each mask carried a new name, a new aesthetic and set of rules to play.

Tonight, he continued his ongoing three years as Sebastian Michaelis, butler to a small and truly incapable child if it wasn't for him. Though, many things in this world, if truly credited. Would belong to his dark and burning world of fire and blood. Demons did not exist to rule over their inferior prey, they were not to mingle with histories unless directly ordered to by their contracts

Nothing, he did was without the rules of his contract. But Sebastian was never one to ignore loopholes. After all, such rules could be boring or too restricting for his liking.

Truly, honest to heaven and hell alike, if any of his kind were to see what he used loopholes and spare time for they would spit in his face and send him back to damnation. An utter laughingstock, a disgrace to the arts of soul cultivation.

His demonic nature, weakened and tweaked by that of whom he was supposed to consume after a goal was met.

Human.

Such a pretty one at that, inside and out. A rare thing to find among specimens. Especially, with a soul begging, calling for him to take as his own.

Sebastian never made double contracts, he didn't like the hassle of pleasing two people at once....in this scenario of course ;)

And yet for you, he would do anything.

For as long as Lord Phantomhive lived, he was free to do and be with you as he pleased. With you the mask fell and revealed his true, playful and cunning self. You never seemed to mind

In fact you relished in it, abused and used it to your pleasure and he would wallow in you over and over. Letting your fragile being wrap and caress his own. In return for protection, sex, love, lies, death.

Whatever you wished for. That would only be fair. A thing he never gave and only demanded to receive. Selfish

And with you he still was, selfish. Sebastian wanted you all to himself. A delicious slice of cake, waiting to be cut into.

With the way you allowed him to split you open, and use you as he pleased after doing what you wished of him.

How beautiful..how foolish to stain your soul with such a vile vermin as himself. Fuck, he loved all of it

Corrupting your pretty head until all you could utter was his given name, relishing in his touch, verbally needing his body, his kisses, his spit, his cum to corrupt you whole until your body became one with his. Until Satan himself planted the seed of damnation deep inside, and Sebastian would spend eternity using, loving and lying to you.

Whatever pretty little lie it would be, you two would exchange empty words, read out a script of new lives in the human world over and over, cultivating a human, ripping into it alongside him..

"S-Sebastian! Seb...ngh.. Sebastian slow down p-please~" You pleaded, tears streaming down your face as you clawed at the hand clutching your throat. Gasping for air yet wanting him to take it from you. your body curling inwards into his hips. Wanting to runaway yet you couldn't... wouldn't move until he filled your little cunt to the brim with his corruption.

You knew what he was. Who he was. Yet that didn't stop you from wanting him in fact you needed his attention more. You demanded more of him, cruelly, lovingly Moreso then that master of his. Yet he didn't seem agitated like with every other living being in his presence

Sebastian almost seemed to enjoy your demands, he found your control over him amusing and he couldn't wait to see what you wanted next. His smug and knowing smiles a complete mockery of you, he knew full well you never were in charge once you were in his chambers

His frustration on everyone else, his need for his master's soul, his desire for your pussy wrapped around his cock, your mouth's snug fit on him. All of it taken out on your delicate body.

His frustration could never be with you. No his pretty princess was too perfect of a specimen for Sebastian to get mad at that's why he was your plaything during the day. Sebastian Michaelis was yours

But at night. During the witching hour you were reduced to a simple fuck toy, a cuddle partner, a friend, a lover, whatever he wanted you for you gave to him. You were his.

Sebastian let go of your reddening throat, and just as he heard you choke out a breath of life, he shoved your face into the pillows, pounding his hips down with all his weight into your quivering hole, muffling your screams into his bed, unused for years and only now did it begin to warm with your body lying next to his after every session.

"My..what a whore ive got all to myself...look at you~"

Sebastian shifted over in the bed and turned you around so you were facing the mirror on his wall. Roughly pulling your head back, wrapping a free arm around your waist as he made you watch yourself be fucked like the toy he loved you for

"You know im a demon, you know once my contract is over ill be done with you just as ill be done with him. My summoning was his doing, and my disappearance will all be his as well. And yet you so eagerly await me here every night for payment of all i do for you."

You heard every word loud and clear, yet as a response you could only babble about how his tip pushing into your g-spot with every thrust felt so good. Truly pathetic

"You like this don't you hmm? Tell me pretty, you like when i come and fuck this hole every night? Fill that pussy of yours full."

He spat dirty words into your ear, and his rough and hard thrusts increased in speed until he had to occupy your mouth with his to muffle your screams as he fucked you stupid.

"More! More please more more more moreee....fuck!" Squealing before growing silent, you trembled as you came, pulsating around him. Knees tingling into numbness.

After a moment of being on cloud nine, you were thrown down onto the bed, Sebastian pulled out and you whimpered at the loss.

Suddenly feeling your leg being yanked open in missionary, Sebastian pulled you to him, pushing your legs up into your chest as he aligned himself with you once more.

Taking away every ounce of rest you might have, every thought became his and nothing in this world was needed more then his cock rutting into you like the animal he was.

Use him, fuck him, love him.

Until lies become truth, love becomes pain, grief into joy, Sebastian be your plaything and you his.

And then he will cease from your life, mere dust in the wind.

A faint and insignificant memory of what could have been.

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You handed Sam a little gift bag and he peered at you in confusion for a moment.

“What’s this for?” he asked.

You shrugged with a smile. “I don’t know. Open it up,” you replied.

Sam dug into the tissue paper and pulled out a small diamond shaped placard, a suction cup on one end. He froze as he read the words on it.

Your smile only grew wider.

He looked up at you, his eyes wide and a struck smile on his face. “Are you serious?” The words “Baby On Board” were bold in black on the yellow sign.

You nodded, positively grinning. “Do you think Dean will let us put it in the back window of the Impala?”

“We’re having a baby?” Sam asked, his amazed smile growing by the second.

“We’re having a baby,” you said with laughter bubbling up in you.

Sam rushed to you and lifted you off your feet, hugging you tight. “We’re having a baby!” he exclaimed, spinning you. He dropped you back to your feet and cupped your face in his hands, kissing you warmly, his eyes a little glassy. “There is no one else I could imagine going on this new adventure with.”

You returned his teary smile. “Me either.”

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“Hey, stranger,” you said, glancing up from your book to smile at Dean. He sunk down onto the couch next to you.

“What are you up to?”

“What’s it look like?” you said, giving him a sassy look. “Reading.”

Dean sniffed and stared into the fire for a moment before turning his eyes to you again. “Hey, you want to count shoulders?”

You looked at him and did your best to suppress a laugh. “You really think I’m stupid enough to fall for that cheesy move, Dean?”

He stared back at you. “…Uh…. is that a trick question?”

You hit him playfully in the chest with your book and you both dissolved into laughter.

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Character/pairing: Sam x Reader Line from a book, song, or movie: “Maybe we fell in love too fast.” Requested by: anonymous

“Don’t do this. Don’t. Please.” You couldn’t look at him. Your heart was breaking enough just at the sound of his voice. 

“How could we possibly get this to work, Sam? What’s going on out there… it’ll tear us apart.” You bite the inside of your cheek in an attempt to stop the tears from spilling over your bottom lid and onto your cheeks. “Maybe–maybe we fell in love too fast. We should have known that in this life this was too good to be true. We shouldn’t stopped to think before we–before we were in too deep.” You still couldn’t look at him. But you could feel his eyes on your face.

And suddenly he was standing. And suddenly he was right in front of you. And he was taking your hands, and smoothing his thumbs over the back of them. And you couldn’t fight from drinking in the sight of him any longer.

“No,” he said. “I refuse to believe that. Any of it.” His jaw was set, and his eyes were glassy, but they were looking directly into yours. “This isn’t too big for us, we are too big for it.”

And as he slid a hand through your hair and refused to look away from your eyes, you wondered how you could ever have thought for a moment that you would just be able to let him go…

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Character/pairing: Cas x Reader Line from a book, song, or movie: “I had all and then most of you. Some and now, none of you - take me back to the night we met.“ Requested by: @webcricket

You couldn’t ignore it any longer, so you excused yourself under the premise of using the restroom and instead stepped outside and strode over to a familiar figure seated alone at a small table. “What are you doing here?” you asked the angel exasperatedly.

“Hoping to see you,” he said. “Wait–no–I was…”

You crossed your arms over your chest and gave him an unamused look. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“I know… I just–I need to speak with you,” he said. His cobalt eyes were unflinching on your face. 

“About what?”

“About… our… our relationship.”

You felt yourself softening already, your resolve to be angry with him melting. “We don’t have a relationship, Cas. Not anymore. Now, please. Stop coming here.”

You turned to go but he caught your hand, gently but firmly enough to stop you in your tracks.

“Please. I just need to talk to you.” His voice was pleading, and there was no way you could refuse him. You looked down at his hand clasping yours and swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Okay… Here. Tomorrow.” He looked immediately relieved. “Now I have to go.” You slipped your hand from his and tried to pretend that you were fine, that he hadn’t unbalanced you. But his face stayed in your head all night.

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Drabble Challenge: 1-150

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

“Who gave you that black eye?”

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

“I just like proving you wrong.”

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

“Forget it. You fucking suck.”

“Quit it or I’ll bite.”

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Take. It. Off.”

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

“Stop it! It tickles!”

“It’s okay to cry…”

“And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

“D..did you just make that noise?”

“He’s a bad kisser.”

“You can scream if you want.”

“I didn’t know we were keeping track.”

“We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”

“One of them’s missing.”

“Save some for me.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You’re still mad?”

“Come over here and make me.”

“You better watch yourself.”

“Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”

“Why did we have to have kids?”

“Call on Line 1”

“He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”

“I’m done! You can fix it!”

“Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

“Where did he go?”

“You leave whenever you feel like it.”

“I forgot I was a single parent.”

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

“You’re going out dressed like that?”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  

“Frost the damn cupcakes.”

“Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”

“You look pretty hot in plaid.”  

“I thought you were dead!”

“I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”

“You know you want it, sweetheart.”

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  

“You just wanted them because the light up.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.”

“He thinks he’s a mind reader.”  

“It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”

“I don’t do hugs.”

“Don’t talk anymore.”

“I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”

“How do I even put up with you?”

“I said get rid of it.”

“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

“Can you just man up and change his diaper?”

“Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”

“I have a secret.”

“I won’t let you get hurt.”

“You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”

“He’s four years old!!”

“I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“Me and the boys will handle it.”

“You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“You’re a dork, just like your father.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Daddy!”

“I lost our child.”

“That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”

“My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”

“There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m not your boss? Well then who is?”

“You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

“Come on, baby, up to bed.”

“They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”

“Am I scaring you?”

“Run! You said you’d work out with me!”

“After everything…I’d still choose you.”

“And when did you plan on telling me about this?”

“Trust me.”

“Scoot over a little bit, please.”

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

“You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

“Did they hurt you?”

“You’re cute when you’re all worried.”

“Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”

“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”

“Don’t shut me out.”

“You got a cute butt.”

“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

“Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”

“…or we can chill in our underwear.”

“You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”

“Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?”

“You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”

“Have you seen my contacts?”

“Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”

“Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”

“You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”

“Is he coming home?”

“I prefer blondes.”

“No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”

“I let you win.”

“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

“Can I do your hair?”

“Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”

“I told you not to jump on the bed!”

“He’s pampering me, let him be.”

“Ready or not, here I come.”

“I’m worried about losing my job!”

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

“Happy new year!”

“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”

“You nap, I’ll stay awake.”

“It’s turbulence. It’s normal.”

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

“I’ll give you a massage.”

“You fell asleep in the tub?!”

“Are you doodling?”

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”

“Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”

“Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”

“Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.”

“You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”

“We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”

“Is this our closet? Or your closet?”

“If I win, you do dishes for a week.”

“Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”

“Use your words.”

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“Ew, your hand is sweaty.”

“Get out of my face before I hit you.”

“I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”

“You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”

“Look! Fireflies!”

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

“I just need ten minutes.”

*Make Your Own*

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The heavy door clanged closed behind you and you saw a figure already rising from the table below as you descended the stairs. You saw that figure had the unmistakeable broad shoulders of Dean and you hurried toward him.

When he turned to face you, your mouth dropped open and his name leaked from your lips. “Dean… oh my God! Look at you. What happened?” You gently reached a hand toward his face to tenderly clasp it as you studied the angry bruises and the cut across his nose, but he stepped away, turning his face down and to the side, avoiding you. You felt a jab in your abdomen at the action. “Dean,” you said again. “What happened?” Your tone was more demanding this time. 

Still, he avoided your eyes. “Nothing. It’s no big deal.”

You felt your teeth clench involuntarily. “It certainly doesn’t look like nothing.”

You took another step toward him, and he echoed the movement, again stepping back. You’d had enough. “This is complete bullshit.” Now your tone was effective in snapping his eyes up to your face.

“What?” he asked gruffly.

“What the hell would you be doing, what would you say if I had just stepped in her to the bunker with my face like yours.” You didn’t wait for a response (though he didn’t seem ready to offer one). “You’d be furious. You’d be insisting that I tell you what happened, who did it. You’d be locked and loaded to get revenge. You’d be worried sick. You’d demand to take care of me, to make me rest. You’d be scolding me for not having enough back-up, but only out of fear of what could have happened. And now you’re going to stand there in front of me and wave this off? I don’t FUCKING think so!”

Dean couldn’t look at you again, and you thought you saw him struggling to swallow a lump in his throat. “That’s–that’s not the same thing,” he managed.

“Bullshit. It’s EXACTLY the same thing! And that is your problem, Dean! You need to realize that those feelings that you have about me, about Sam, about Cas… those run both ways! So you don’t get to make excuses for yourself, you don’t get to hurl yourself into danger and then brush it off! Because it is not just hurting you, it is killing us. And frankly I’m sick of it. You need to realize that you are absolutely the most important person to the people you care about, too.”

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“I better go. If I don’t leave now I’ll just sit here drinking coffee all evening,” you said with a light laugh. You thought maybe you saw a brief flash of disappointment on Sam’s face.

“Well, at least let me walk you home,” he offered.

You smiled at him, glad of the offer. “You don’t have to, Sam.” You began pulling on your jacket. “It’s only a few blocks.”

“I know,” he said. Standing and picking up your book and bag to hand them to you. “But I want to. Blame it on hunter paranoia,” he said with a laugh. “We don’t want anything happening to you and there are a lot of monsters out there.”

You let out a scoff of a laugh. “Yeah… I guess we both know that better than most.”

He nodded. You studied his handsome and earnest face, kindness and sincerity written in his eyes. 

“I wouldn’t mind the company,” you said, unable to stop a smile from spreading on your lips. 

He brushed a hand nervously back through his hair. “Great. Maybe we can make a habit of it,” he said, and he held the door open for you and you both spilled out onto the sidewalk. Each of you wondering if you had just embarked on something new.

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Drabble Challenge: 1-150

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

“Who gave you that black eye?”

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

“I just like proving you wrong.”

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

“Forget it. You fucking suck.”

“Quit it or I’ll bite.”

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Take. It. Off.”

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

“Stop it! It tickles!”

“It’s okay to cry…”

“And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

“D..did you just make that noise?”

“He’s a bad kisser.”

“You can scream if you want.”

“I didn’t know we were keeping track.”

“We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”

“One of them’s missing.”

“Save some for me.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You’re still mad?”

“Come over here and make me.”

“You better watch yourself.”

“Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”

“Why did we have to have kids?”

“Call on Line 1”

“He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”

“I’m done! You can fix it!”

“Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

“Where did he go?”

“You leave whenever you feel like it.”

“I forgot I was a single parent.”

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

“You’re going out dressed like that?”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  

“Frost the damn cupcakes.”

“Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”

“You look pretty hot in plaid.”  

“I thought you were dead!”

“I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”

“You know you want it, sweetheart.”

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  

“You just wanted them because the light up.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.”

“He thinks he’s a mind reader.”  

“It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”

“I don’t do hugs.”

“Don’t talk anymore.”

“I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”

“How do I even put up with you?”

“I said get rid of it.”

“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

“Can you just man up and change his diaper?”

“Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”

“I have a secret.”

“I won’t let you get hurt.”

“You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”

“He’s four years old!!”

“I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“Me and the boys will handle it.”

“You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“You’re a dork, just like your father.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Daddy!”

“I lost our child.”

“That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”

“My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”

“There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m not your boss? Well then who is?”

“You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

“Come on, baby, up to bed.”

“They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”

“Am I scaring you?”

“Run! You said you’d work out with me!”

“After everything…I’d still choose you.”

“And when did you plan on telling me about this?”

“Trust me.”

“Scoot over a little bit, please.”

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

“You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

“Did they hurt you?”

“You’re cute when you’re all worried.”

“Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”

“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”

“Don’t shut me out.”

“You got a cute butt.”

“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

“Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”

“…or we can chill in our underwear.”

“You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”

“Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?”

“You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”

“Have you seen my contacts?”

“Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”

“Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”

“You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”

“Is he coming home?”

“I prefer blondes.”

“No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”

“I let you win.”

“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

“Can I do your hair?”

“Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”

“I told you not to jump on the bed!”

“He’s pampering me, let him be.”

“Ready or not, here I come.”

“I’m worried about losing my job!”

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

“Happy new year!”

“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”

“You nap, I’ll stay awake.”

“It’s turbulence. It’s normal.”

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

“I’ll give you a massage.”

“You fell asleep in the tub?!”

“Are you doodling?”

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”

“Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”

“Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”

“Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.”

“You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”

“We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”

“Is this our closet? Or your closet?”

“If I win, you do dishes for a week.”

“Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”

“Use your words.”

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“Ew, your hand is sweaty.”

“Get out of my face before I hit you.”

“I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”

“You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”

“Look! Fireflies!”

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

“I just need ten minutes.”

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The Morning After His Birthday

Pairing: Dazai x F! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Contains: lots cuddling, heavily implied adult situations

Note: starts under the cut~

Warm thumb brushed over your delicate knuckles ever so gently.

The familiar, slight shifting and the rustling of the sheets suggested that he had woken up after last night’s events. Tenderly, bandaged arms found their way around your waist and pulled your back flush against Dazai’s front much like a child holding its plush after a nightmare. Nose buried in the nape of your neck, lightly chapped lips place feather kisses on your neck adorned with love bites. “Morning, love..~” Dazai’s voice was worn, somewhat husky and drowsy. At ease was his heart and mind. It was these kinds of intimate moments he held dearer than anything else. Ah, how he’d love to take a picture to have a physical memory of that moment; but some moments were meant to be felt and not to be looked at, no matter how tempting it was. Dazai’s senses still weren’t fully working, his fingertips feeling seemingly numb while they caressed the soft skin of your tummy. Touches like that made you giggle. Ticklish, intimate, silly and yet affectionate. The brunette knew your body like the back of his hand and yet he’d never get tired of exploring it over and over again. Each time was unique like a fingerprint; some may be similar but never the same. Curious orbs fluttered open, jet black pupils adjusted to the bright sunrays pouring through the curtains and into the bedroom. Subtle palms cupped the back of Dazai’s hands, gave them a loving squeeze. “Slept well?” Bandages still loose from the night before, they eventually rolled off Dazai’s chest but neither of you cared one bit. You rolled to your side to be able to see the brown-haired man, cupped his cheeks and planted your lips on his a couple of times; each peck being softer than the previous one. His hands travelled from your side up to your bare back; something about that made Dazai’s fingers tingly as if light, barely noticeable electricity went through them. Legs tangled, hair messy and giddy senses; a curious combination for a morning. “Best sleep I’ve ever had, thanks to you~” Heat rose to your cheeks, images of the night before popping up in your mind and disappearing just as fast as they came. It was Dazai’s birthday and he had decided to make you his present by putting a colorful bow on your head; then he had disappeared into the bedroom with you to “unwrap” his gift. That was Dazai’s way of saying “you guys should leave now”. Heated kisses, dirty words, burning touches. These memories still lingered in your mind. Moans, pleads, compromises. “If you scream my name loud enough, I might let you cum~” “Thinking about last night, are we?” The smirk on Dazai’s lips confused you; it was a mix of sly and his usual silly attitude. Within one swift move, you found your body on top of Dazai’s. Legs rested on each side of his hips, knees were bent and your naked breasts were pushed up to his semi-bandaged chest. Slightly calloused palms carefully roamed your body, stopped at your thighs and gave them one of his infamous squeezes. “D-don’t be silly, Dazai!” Your voice came out faster than you intended to and much to your dismay, you even tripped over your words as if they were rocks lying in your way of running. Feeling his skin on yours was a blessing. Feeling his voice vibrate against your throat was heaven. Feeling him in you was purification. “Just kidding!~” Happily chirping, Dazai removed his hands from your thighs and received a light smack over his head from you. Your kiss bruised lips pursed into an adorable pout; that man knew how to mess with you. “You’re an idiot.” “But I’m your idiot. Forever!~”

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“Hello?” At first you could hear only static and a slight rustling on the other end of the line. “Cas? …Cas?” You could hear the worry in your own voice.

“H–hello?” You sighed in relief as his deep voice finally rolled out of the speaker.

“Cas,” you said. “I was starting to worry when you weren’t responding. WHat’s up?”

There was a long beat of silence. “Uhh… just, uhh, working–you know, working… around…” The angel shut his eyes and grimaced at what he had just managed to get out.

You raised your eyebrows at his response. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes. Yes, everything is A-okay.” Another grimace. Cas put a hand up to his brow. “I was just calling to see–” He paced anxiously. “I was just calling to ask if–uhh…”

The silence droned for another moment before you heard Cas heave a heavy sigh. “Actually, I–My phone accidentally dialed your number while it was in my pocket…” he admitted. “I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t help but smile and laugh. “Why didn’t you just say that in the first place? There’s no reason to be sorry. It happens to the best of us.” “I don’t know. I felt… awkward about it.”

You smiled at his bashfulness and bit your bottom lip. “It’s okay.” “I will admit though,” he said, his voice suddenly a little quiet, “that it is nice to hear your voice.” Now you were the one feeling bashful…

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Childhood Meme

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1 - Favourite childhood toy

2 - Childhood friend

3 - Childhood nightmare

4 - Childhood crush

5 - Favourite relative

6 - Favourite game to play

7 - Thing they got the most in trouble for

8 - Greatest childhood fear

9 - Did they witness/encounter death as a child?

10 - Who were they raised by? Did they like who raised them? Were they taught well?

11 - Happiest childhood memory

12 - Saddest childhood memory

13 - Scariest childhood experience

14 - Favourite food a child

15 - Least favourite food as a child

16 - Did they have a home as a child? Did they move around a lot - if so, which place do they consider home? Or were they always on the run/travelling?

17 - Any siblings? Did they get along as children and do they still get along?

18 - Did they have a childhood or were they forced to grow up too quickly?

20 - Did they have issues with nightmares as a child?

21 - Were they bullied as a child, or did they bully others?

22 - Were they popular as a child or a loner?

23 - Did they constantly disobey their parents or did they behave themselves?

24 - Are they much the same now as they were as a child, or has their personality changed drastically?

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You stalled in your stride as your eyes were pulled instinctively toward that familiar strong jawline and broad shoulders. Your hands and jaw clenched involuntarily and you did your best to take in a steadying breath, as though it would be a tonic for your nerves and your suddenly racing heart.

It didn’t take long for him to notice you. Perhaps he felt your eyes on him.

When he glanced over at you, your eyes connected and you did your best to remain unreadable. Your feet were rooted to the concrete, but he was instantly on his, his coffee left on the table, swirls of steam drifting lazily away on the breeze. You couldn’t help thinking that was a metaphor of how he had left you…

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat as he approached. His expression was cloudy–whether by design or actuality you could be sure.

He stopped in front of you, his lips parting and mouthing wordlessly for a brief moment before he uttered, “Hey.”

The gravel and gruff quality in his voice was just as you remembered it, and it instantly brought a rush of feelings swelling upward, released from the box you had done your best to shove them into and padlock. Now it was like the lock had never been there… or maybe he just had the key.

You didn’t respond and only stared at him, your eyes flickering over his face.

“This is a surprise,” he said, rubbing a hand nervously over the back of his neck. There was something bubbling up in his chest that he was doing his best not to acknowledge.

“Mhm,” you responded. 

“You here on a job?” he asked. He couldn’t keep his eyes on you. If he did, it might betray what was surging beneath the surface. He felt himself barely containing it.

“Yeah. Probably the same one you are,” you said. Your breathing was shallow and you clenched your teeth, trying to choke back all the things you wanted to say that were screaming in your head.

Dean nodded and slipped his hands into his pockets. Memories of you, your smile, that spark in your eyes, the smell of your shampoo on his pillow, the feel of you in his arms, all played in his mind’s eye. He was having a hard time staying steady, concentrating. The flashbacks were overwhelming. He wanted so badly to tell you; he had to do what he did to protect you. It had been the hardest thing he had ever done. He loved you. He still loved you. Knowing how he had broken your heart nearly destroyed him… and it broke his own too. A thousand thoughts rushed through his brain at once. Just let them tumble out, came a voice in his head. Just explain it all. 

But how could he begin? How could you ever forgive him for what he’d done?

“Listen… I–” he began.

You let out a sigh that was half a scoff and interrupted him. “Don’t,” you said. There was a wry smile on your lips. “Just–don’t.” Your eyes turned away, fell to the ground with the weight of unspoken thoughts.

Dean struggled. A desire to connect with you seized him, to let his hands float to your waist, to pull you to him, to kiss you and put everything that had happened between you aside and wipe the slate clean, to somehow show you that you were everything he didn’t deserve…

“I’ve gotta go,” you said, and without another word you turned away, but you stopped dead in your tracks when you felt Dean’s hand close gently around yours.

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“Come over here and make me.”

“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Teach me how to play?”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“I think we need to talk.”

“Kiss me.”

“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

“So, I found this waterfall…”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“I got you a present.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Marry me?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“It’s not what it looks like…”

“You lied to me.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“I wish I could hate you.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

“No one needs to know.”

“Boo.”

“Well this is awkward…”

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Spirit Albarn x Fem Reader

#4 “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

It was a slow Friday, which was quite unusual. Friday was when all the lonely and tired men got off work early, and would drink their woes away until it was time to head home. You hummed and cleaned up a little around the small pub, when Spirit Albarn walked in.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Albarn!” You chirped. He raised his eyebrows a little.

“Hey, Y/N.” He looked around. “Is it just me today?” You nodded.

“Yes sir, we’ve barely had any business all day.” Spirit sighed and sat on the couch, just like he always did. Every day he’s come in, get drunk, and cry on your shoulder until closing time. It wasn’t exactly your job to comfort him or anything, but over the time you’d spent making him feel better, you’d taken a liking to him.

“Y/N, you wanna sit with me?” He asked, his voice sounding tired. Without saying anything you walked over and sat next to him. He leaned his head back and rested his neck on the top of the couch. “I have had…an awful day..” He said with another sigh.

“What happened?”

“Maka. She totally hates me. Won’t even talk to me now.” You gave a reassuring smile, along with a blush, which surprised you.

“I’m sure she’s just having a tough time, is all. She’ll be back to her old self in no time.” He didn’t say anything, and closed his eyes, drifting through his past memories. You gazed at him. Everything about him seemed to calm you. The way his long, red hair hung in front of his eyes, or the way his chest slowly moved up and down as he relaxed. You swallowed.

“Hey, uh, Mr. Albarn?” He opened one eye and looked at you from the side.

“I told you before you can call me Spirit. What is it?” He asked with a low and tired tone.

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?” He lifted his head up, opened both eyes, and looked at you, a bit surprised. Your blush was getting darker, and you bit your lip to try and conceal it.

“Really?”

“Y-Yes. If you don’t want to, I-“

“You kidding me? After the day I’ve had, a massage sounds great.” He smiled warmly. He shifted on the couch, and turned his back to you. You raised your hands to his shoulders, when he stopped you. “Wait, hold on.” He took his black coat off, and set it on the arm rest. “Okay, now you can start.” You began to massage him firmly through his gray shirt, and he let out a relieving groan.

“I-Is that good?”

“Yeah…right there..” His shoulder relaxed, and his red hair brushed against your fingers as they pressed up against his neck and shoulders. He cocked his head to the side, and smiled, though you couldn’t see it. “Wow Y/N, you’re really good at this…where’d you learn?”

“I guess it’s always been a skill of mine. It’s not like I ever took classes or anything.” You let out a nervous laugh. In all the times he had pulled you close and cried his eyes out on you, you had never once even blushed, but now that you’d really taken time realize how broken and kind he really was, you couldn’t help but like him. He needed some form of comfort, and it was always you. You were pulled from your thoughts as he let out another groan.

“A little to the right, if you don’t mind.” He said softly. You moved your hands, and felt him stiff up, but quickly relax as you pressed on the knot in his shoulder.

“Whoa, do you ever get massages?”

“Nah, no one’s ever offered. You’re the first.”

“That explains why this knot it so huge.” You smiled and tried massaging it from all different angles, and his soft and quiet breaths encouraged you to keep going.

“Don’t you close early today?” He asked, with a lighter tone.

“Yes, I think today is a holiday. That’s why.” Suddenly he leaned forward and stood up off the couch.

“Then I won’t keep you any longer.” He turned and smiled at you after collecting his jacket. “Thanks, Y/N. I mean it.” He rotated his neck in circles, and you forced yourself to look away, fearing you’d crumble. “You really helped, I feel so much better.” You looked up, and your eyes met.

“So…I’ll continue tomorrow?” You asked quickly.

“Yeah, definitely.” He gave you one last grin before turning around and walking out, giving you something to look forward to in the next day.