sephorablackwood
Sephora Blackwood
Supernatural OC • 24||Female • Literate, Detailed, Multi-Para, Third Person POV • Supernatural, Arrow, The Boys, and Ghost Adventures • Multi-Fandom Writer
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{{I got locked out of my account for a bit. But I’ve returned, if anyone wants to RP supernatural. I’ve been searching for a Dean writer.}}
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Playing Hero
[Dean Winchester x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: After getting into a petty argument with the Winchester brother, an incident occurs which changes both of your perspectives.
WC: 1,510
Category: Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff, TW - Drowning
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* ― ﴾ 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 ﴿ : 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
a random assortment of nsfw actions and silly dialogue prompts , perfect for the spooky season. or maybe all year round. i won’t judge you. feel free to make adjustments / add specifics / reverse wherever you see fit.
actions.
[ HAUNTED HOUSE ]: sender and receiver sneak off while going through a fake haunted house to have sex.
[ ABANDONED ]: sender and receiver have sex in a supposedly real haunted house.
[ CEMETERY ]: sender and receiver have sex in a cemetery.
[ HAYRIDE ]: sender and receiver have sex on a hayride.
[ COSTUME PARTY ]: sender and receiver sneak off to have sex at a costume party.
[ ROLEPLAY ]: sender and receiver roleplay in their costumes.
[ COSTUME ]: sender and receiver have sex in their costumes.
[ DRIVE IN ]: sender and receiver have sex in the car at the drive in while a scary movie plays.
[ SCARY MOVIE ]: sender and receiver forgo their scary movie night to have sex while it plays in the background.
[ MESSY ]: things get steamy while one or both muses are wearing face paint or makeup.
[ BLOODY ]: things get steamy while one or both muses are covered in (real or fake?) blood.
[ COSTUME SHOPPING ]: receiver helps sender pick out a sexy costume.
[ DRESS ]: receiver is supposed to help sender into their costume but they end up taking it off instead.
[ CANDY ]: sender is wearing candy pasties and the receiver eats them off.
dialogue.
“ your costume looks complicated. need help taking it off ? “
“ i’ve got some candy for you … “
“ i’ve got a treat for you … “
“ i was expecting a trick. but you’re a real treat. “
“ if i were a zombie, i’d eat you first. “
“ wanna take a ride on my broomstick ? “
“ i’m not a ghost, but you can still get under my sheets. “
“ you look so sexy dressed up like (costume). “
“ wanna check my pants for a treat ? “
“ forget your broom. ride me instead. “
“ i’m tired of this broom. got anything else i can ride ? “
“ i bet i can make you scream tonight. “
“ is that candy in your pocket or are you just happy to see me ? “
“ my / your costume would look better on my / your bedroom floor. “
“ i’m not a vampire, but i know how to suck. “
“ wanna find out how many licks it takes to get to the center of my tootsie pop ? “
“ i like to give head like a zombie. i’ll eat you out ‘til your insides are on me. “
“ i’ll be your victim. “
“ i can make your heart beat faster than a haunted house. “
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IMAGINE: instagram posts/stories you'd post if Dean was your boyfriend ❤ PT.3
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IMAGINE: instagram posts/stories you'd post if Dean was your boyfriend ❤ PT.1
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#yeah I sleep#Dean Winchester#quote#third person pov#18+#literate rp#multi para#supernatural rp#literate and detailed#supernatural oc
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I can now officially add Soldier Boy to the list of men I really wanna fuck.
#soldier boy#the boys#amazon prime video#the boys rp#literate and detailed#18+#third person pov#multi para#semi para
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Sephora Blackwood • SPN OC
Pair: Dean Winchester
Dean and Sephora’s Favorite Song:
I have a Supernatural Open RP posts if there’s any Dean writers that would be inserted in writing with my OC. :)
#dean winchester#jensen ackles#Sephora Blackwood#supernatural oc#literate and detailed#multi para#third person pov#literate rp#18+#supernatural rp#Spotify
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{18+ Supernatural Open RP Starter}
{Feel free to join if anyone writes for Dean or Sam}
🎶It’s been a long time since I rock n rolled! It’s been a long time since I did the stroll!🎶
Sephora sang along to Led Zeppelin’s Rock N Roll as she drove. Classic rock was her life. Her passion. Aside from kicking monster ass, she was also raising her kid brother, Noah, since their mother abandoned them and their dad was never around unless Noah got hurt. Which is why she kept a closer eye on him more than had ever done. She wasn’t just the big sister anymore. She was now a mother and a father to Noah and that wasn’t fair to her.
Sephora pulled into a Motel 6 parking lot, parking her 1964 Chevy Impala and killing the engine. She turned her head back. “Rise and shine, Noah.” She grinned and hopped out of her car. She walked around to the back, opening the trunk and grabbing their bags. After closing it, she got them checked in.
“You hungry?” She asked, taking a seat on her bed, as Noah plopped down on the other bed. “I could go for a cheeseburger and fries.” He smiled at his sister. “Tell ya want, there’s a diner not far from here. We’ll go get some food, and then go interview the victim’s families. Sound good?”
“Sounds good to me!” Noah grinned. Sephora drove to the small town diner, parking Night Moves as she and Noah made their way inside. “Holy fuck! They got apple pie here!” She plopped down in a booth. The waiter came up. “What can I get y’all?” He smiled.
“I’ll have two double bacon cheeseburgers with extra onions, side of fries, and a slice of apple pie. With a coffee.” Sephora told him. “And I’ll have the crunch chicken salad with ranch and glass of ice water.” He told him. The waiter took their order. Sephora was not prepared to run into Dean and Sam at the diner until she heard Noah speak. “Ain’t that Dean and Sam?” He asked.
“That’s impossible, Noah. You know we haven’t seen them since dad made us leave Kansas 15 years ago.” She chuckled, as the waiter brought their food back soon. “Good god of mighty! It’s huge!” She laughed, taking a bite of her burger.
“No, Sephora, that is Dean and Sam. Look!” He pointed in the direction where luck would have it, sat the Winchester brothers. She turned, her burger dropping onto the plate. “Dean?! Sammy?!” She called out. She watched their reactions before she got up, running over, and flinging herself onto Dean, not wanting to let him go. “I haven’t seen you or Sammy since me and Noah left! I missed you!” She chuckled. “Long time no see.”
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OC Shipping|Pairings{For Each Fandom}:
The Boys
Soldier Boy x Sephora
Supernatural
Dean Winchester x Sephora
Arrow
Oliver Queen x Sephora
The Lost Boys
Paul x Sephora
Ghost Adventures
Zak Bagans x Sephora
The Outsiders
Sodapop Curtis x Sephora
#arrow rp#the boys rp#ghost adventures rp#the lost boys rp#supernatural rp#18+#third person pov#literate and detailed#semi-lit/adv-lit#NO ONE LINERS#NO UNDERAGE {17 and under}#the outsiders rp
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Another Cover Up
Fandom: The Boys
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader
Warnings: blood, language, mentions of nudity, implied sexual assault, trauma from referenced torture (no detail), perceived unrequited love
Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?
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You felt your lungs expand with air. It felt like the first breath you’ve had in years… maybe it was… you don’t know, you lost track of the years, years ago. What felt like a million experiments ago….
The air was cool, freezing even. But your supe powers and metabolism were keeping you warm enough. You felt like you couldn’t see but you quickly realised it was the cold air around you. It was quickly dissipating and you saw what looked like a doorway. You felt constraints over your naked body, and you soon flexed your body enough for them to snap open. You quickly reached to the mask on your face, pulling it off before finding the wires connected to your body and ripping yourself free from them.
You stepped forward, your arms quickly bracing you on the doorway when your legs nearly gave out from god only knows how many years of misuse. You continued to breath deeply, feeling the stretch of your lungs before taking another step to exit your confined space.
When your feet hit the cool concrete, you slowly lifted your heavy head to see a tall man with dark hair and a fully established dark beard. His eyes a mixture of both fear and awe. Movement to his left caught your attention, where you found a thin somewhat scrawny man.
His eyes only showed fear.
“Y/N.” A deep gravelly voice called from your left. Your eyes snapped in that direction. You saw a tall, well built figure. Deep green eyes staring at you, a small smirk recognisable on his face under a well trimmed beard. “It’s been a long time.”
“Not long enough…,” you gritted out, voice tight from misuse, “Ben.” You could feel the sneer colouring your features as you stared into the eyes of the man you grew to hate from his betrayal.
“Before you start, love…,” a deep Cockney accent speaks up, tearing your attention away from your old ‘leader’, Soldier Boy. You see the Cockney man with the dark eyes flicking from your face down to your side and back up again. You look down, seeing small violet sparks coming from your fingertips. Your powers were coming back. You look back up at him with your eyes, waiting for him to continue. “We’re hear to your break you out.” The man states.
“Y-yeah, that’s right.” The scrawny man stuttered out.
“It’s true, Y/N.” Soldier Boy states walking closer to you. You see him taking those calculated steps he always takes, on the verge of a strut and mixed with some swagger. You turn your body towards him, hands still sparking with violet ready to throw him away from you if you needed. He closes in, only a foot away from you, looking down his stupidly perfect nose at you, a small smirk on his face as he eyes your bare flesh. You glare up at him, focusing on your powers. He hadn’t changed his perverted ways much.
“You left me”. You growled at him telepathically.
“No. I never left you, Y/N.” His voice held sincerity, his eyes reflecting the emotion, narrowing slightly. I felt the hurt radiating from his memory, a flash of an older Crimson Countess coming into my vision. “I know you think I’m an asshole…,” I scoff at this, “but I never betrayed my team. I never betrayed you.” He said, sincerity flooding his pained voice.
“You are an Asshole.” You ground out. But you felt something in your chest burst. “But you were always my Asshole.” You felt the side of your face twitch into a smirk.
“And you were always a Bitch.” He grinned. We moved closer to one another, his big arms enveloping me into his chest. I couldn’t help the tears from flowing, a sob breaking free. “But you were my Bitch. My best friend, Y/N.” He broke out, his voice breaking slightly. We held each other for a moment before Ben snarled out,“You want to give her that fucking coat…!”
“Yes, yes of course!” You heard the scuffle of feet. “Uh, Y/N… please…” you pulled away from Ben just enough to turn your head to see the scrawny man, holding a dark coat out to you. You pulled back more, putting your arms into the sleeve, the man helping you put it on.
Ben pulled it tight around your front, buttoning it up to cover your naked body. Your hand came up to press softly against his bearded cheek. His eyes closed softly, leaning into your touch.
“Sorry to break up the sweet reunion…,” the Cockney man interrupted, sarcasm heavily colouring his tone, “but best get the fuck outta here before more of those Russian cunts turn up.”
“Come on.” Ben grabs your hand in his, pulling you behind him.
Your group makes their way through the facility, luckily not running into anyone. You didn’t know how you would react, given the years of torture you endured at their hands. Once you exited, you followed Ben to a van that was waiting for you all. You got into the back, Ben ensuring you were safe before he moved to sit himself down. You turned and saw the Cockney man taking his seat behind the wheel, the scrawny one getting into the passenger seat.
You heard a gunshot go off a millisecond before a ping sound as the bullet hit the metal of the van. You all turned to see a group of Russian soldiers running from one of the buildings, their rifles all starting to fire at us.
“Oh fuck!” The scrawny man yelled out. You turned to help but wondered why such a frightened man would be in this situation.
“Time to blow this popsicle stand.” The Cockney stated, attempting to start the engine. But he was having trouble turning it over. “Come on you Cunt of a thing!” He growled out, turning the key once again, only to have the whine of the engine sounding.
You look back out the window, seeing the soldiers getting closer, the sound of bullets hitting the van, the force rocking the vehicle.
“For fuck sake…” Ben growls, moving to get up.
But before he does, you had already moved to open the sliding door, moving to step out of the van.
“Y/N!” You heard Ben yelling after you, but didn’t turn, you were focused.
The Russian’s yelling was fuelling the fire within you, a sharp pain radiating through your head. You briefly paused your movements, a hand coming to your head before you felt the tapping of bullets hitting your skin. Even though they couldn’t hurt you, it pushed your tired body back enough to get really pissed off. The bullets kept coming, only fuelling your rage. You marched forward, a scream building in your chest as you felt your powers scorching through your veins like acid, shooting a force towards the soldiers, making them all fly backwards.
You shot a power surge to the vehicle, blowing them sky high before forcing two of the vehicles to fly into the control tower who had men shooting at you. The control tower was consumed in flames from the impact. You found more men coming from another building before you found an oil truck and flinging it to the building. It quickly destroyed half the building, and you could hear the pained screams coming from the wounded.
You continued to walk forward, past bodies of the Russian soldiers, who knowingly or unknowingly knew or took part in your torture. You just didn’t seem to care at this point if any of them were innocent… they were all the same in your eyes in this moment. The burning flesh of the soldiers made you want to vomit, but you kept moving forward, finishing off anyone who was still alive.
You felt a presence behind you, knowing it was Ben, you didn’t respond when he placed a hand on your shoulder.
“Y/N-” he was interrupted by more yelling in Russian, making you both turn to the direction it was coming from. You saw a General step out of his vehicle, face in shock from the destruction you had caused. You recognised him. He was the one who had ordered the torture, coming in to observe, even being the one to violate you countless times… to 'see what you could handle.’ You couldn’t help the shudder through your body as you remembered this. Soldier Boy felt the shudder, looking down to you, seeing your eyes trained on the General. He could only assume what was going through your mind from the look on your face.
You soon moved, marching towards the General, Ben only a few steps behind you. You soon picked up into a jog, then a full sprint as you charged towards the General, the scream breaking out of your chest once again. You didn’t want to use your powers on him. You wanted to feel his flesh, his blood on your hands. You saw the terror in the General’s face as you charged at him, your knee making contact with his chest, forcing his body to fly backwards. His driver reached for his weapon, but you crushed his windpipe with your powers. You moved to stand over the General, seeing his pained expression from his body making contact with the hard bitumen.
He looked up at you as you stood over him, the fear coming back into his eyes. He began yelling at you in Russian, not that you ever knew the language. But one word kept coming up over the years which you quickly learnt meant 'whore’. You knew from his tone and his mind that what he was screaming at you was that. You felt your hands curl into fists and you began to punch him. You didn’t know how long or if he was even still alive but you know you took pleasure in feeling the fight leave his body and his blood on your hands. You soon felt a force take you into their arms.
“Y/N, Y/N stop!" You struggled against the force. "Shhhshh, Y/N c'mon, he’s dead now.” Ben’s smokey voice soothes you softly in your ear. Feeling the vibration from his chest against your back seemed to ground you enough to settle down. You quickly felt the sobs once again wracking your body and you fell forward, tears falling to the ground beneath you.
Ben’s arms tightened to comfort you, as he began to turn you into is broad chest, resting his head on top of yours, soothing words coming from his lips to calm you. As you began to calm once again, the sound of tires on the bitumen got closer and Ben helped you up, lifting you into his arms and making his way to the van. He settled himself onto one of the seats, you in his lap.
You heard a crinkling noise, before the voice of the scrawny man saying “Here.”
“What the fuck is that?” Ben’s deep voice vibrating through your body.
“They’re um… wet wipes… to wipe the blood…”
You pulled your head back to look at him, knowing your face looked like shit from the blood and the tears. “Thank you…” you said, your voice trailing off realising you hadn’t properly been introduced.
“Hughie.” He smiles gently at you, his kindness shining through.
“Thank you, Hughie.” You whispered out, hoping your appreciation showed as you took the plastic packet from him.
“You’re welcome, Y/N.” He grinned at you knowing you meant for more than the wet wipes. “This is Butcher, by the way.” He said, pointing to the Cockney man.
“I know this rescue was mostly for selfish reasons… but thank you…” You said to Butcher. You saw his dark eyes look back at you through the review mirror, a look of uncertainty.
“That’s bloody bonkers…” he said to himself, looking back at the road.
“Imagine being the one to hear your thoughts, Butcher.”
His eyes shot back to yours in the review mirror. You winked at him, earning a small smile in return, his eyes crinkling at the edges before he composed himself. He’d be a tough nut to crack.
You didn’t realise that Ben had taken the wipes from your hand and began to clean the blood from your hands and face. You turned back to him, seeing his brows furrowed in concentration. You took the opportunity to see how little he had changed over the years. A few more wrinkles here and there, but… otherwise he still looked so young. As he was cleaning your face his eyes made contact with yours and he paused his ministrations. You looked at each other, both wondering what the other had been through all these years. “We’ll get to that later.” You thought so Ben could hear it too. He nodded gently.
“We’ll get you cleaned up properly once we’re home.” He said, resuming his actions.
“Where is home?” I ask.
He sighs before answering. “Not exactly sure anymore… but at least it’s the States and not this shit hole.”
You didn’t really care where we were going because since even before the day you were injected with Compound V alongside Ben all those years ago, you knew he was your home. It was just a pity he never saw you the same way.
“Sounds good to me.” You smiled up at him.
“C'mon. Get some rest.” He said softly, placing a comforting peck on your now clean forehead.
You closed your eyes, feeling a sense of peace and safety for the first time in how many years since you’d been captured, in the arms of the man you fell in love with many years ago, but who never loved you like that in return.
Part 2
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Imagine coming across the boys on a mother of all evil hunt…
You: “Those badges are about as real as my Aunt Petunia’s diet plan. Now who the hell are you… really?!” *raises already aimed gun into view*
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Good Night, Oh Baby
Two out of order sequels - Part 3, then Part 2 - to Wouldn’t it be nice? which is fluffy, smutty and quite the opposite of this.
Characters: Dean x FemReader
Word Count: 3.3k (both parts total)
Warnings/Content: A/B/O fic, torture/suffering, mentions of rape, family separations, crying, angst, bit of whump!Dean, unresolved ending
Summary: She didn’t realise what being the true mate of Dean Winchester would mean.
My once-again thanks to @mrswhozeewhatsis for being so thoroughly beta-ful on this. You really are a gift Michelle.
I feel that I should warn: I usually end things on a happy note, but that’s not really the case here. (Growth! huh?) The prompt for this was a @spngenrebingo card (about 18m ago) of Torture. Soooo…
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Part 3
I think I’m supposed to die.
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DEAN WINCHESTER STARTERS
➊ ❝ son of a BITCH﹗ ❞
➋ ❝ i just can’t keep pretending that everything’s alright.❞
➌ ❝ there ain’t no me if there ain’t no you ﹗ ❞
➍ ❝ look, i don’t need to feel like hell for failing you, okay ﹖ ❞
➎ ❝ i hate you..and i love you, because i..can’t help it. ❞
➏ ❝ i’m past saving. ❞
➐ ❝ for your sake, i hope you are lying. ❞
➑ ❝ i am 90 percent crap. ❞
➒ ❝ no. i’m done. ❞
➓ ❝ i don’t really give a rat’s ass what you think of us ﹗ ❞
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A New Set of Eyes: Chapter Eleven
Pairing: Dean x Reader
WC: 1,700ish
Warnings: Mentions of stalking, Mentions of possible sexual assault (DOES NOT ACTUALLY HAPPEN!), Physical assault, So much fluff, So much angst
A/N: Only 3 chapters and an epilogue left, I am gonna miss these two :(
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Dean groans as he rolls over in his bed the next morning. He’s thankful he kicked out the girl whose name he can’t even remember before anything transpired. He came home feeling absolutely disgusting, leaving the woman to sit in the living room while he showered. The hot water helped him come to his senses, ultimately deciding to call the woman an Uber and send her home.
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Fandoms
Supernatural
The Boys
Arrow
The Lost Boys
Ghost Adventures
OC Ships|Pairs
Dean Winchester X Sephora
Soldier Boys X Sephora
Oliver Queen X Sephora
Paul X Sephora
Zap Bagans X Sephora
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Rules
I DO NOT write with minors {under 18} because I am 24 in real life. So, please be 28+ if you interact with my SPN OC or me{the admin}
I WILL NOT write anything that has to do with r@pe, ince$t, pedophilia, bullying, racism, etc. So don’t ask.
I’m more active at night because I sleep during the day. My sleep schedule is fucked up.
I write for only a few fandoms. Supernatural, Arrow, The Boys, and The Lost Boys.
I write multi para {3-5} paragraphs per reply at the most.
I write in third person pov.
I have 13 years of writing|rping experience.
I do have the right to say no to roleplay. So don’t get offended if I tell you no.
If you keep pestering me for replies, you will be blocked.
I’m a very friendly person, I don’t bite. Lol.
I will write smut but only with selective mutuals or non-murals that are 18+.
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