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bloodstained-porcelain-doll · 6 years ago

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All Of Me (Scabior x reader) (Song Fic)

Summary: You and Scabior have had an on-and-off relationship for a while. You decided you were off for good now. But will the snatcher convince you to get back with him this time? For @becaamm Valentine’s day challenge. Song: All Of Me Prompt: “I love you.” “I know.” Word Count: 1506 Warnings: Kind of abusive relationship, mentions of stalking, fluff A/N: Here’s the guitar version of the song that I used for this fic. It’s more fitting than piano, considering you don’t usually have pianos in the woods...

“Look, love, I even learnt one of them muggle songs I know you like!” Scabior insisted and summoned the old black guitar from inside his tent. “I don’t want to hear it, I just want to leave,” you whined, desperate for the snatcher to lift the anti-apparition spell he’d put up around the camp. He was a downright bitch when he was determined to do something. And now he was determined to get you to forgive him for yelling at you earlier. But you didn’t want to forgive him, you were so done with his temper. The second you got close to trusting him again he always went and ruined it.

“No, you gotta listen, I learnt it for you!” he insisted and started playing. When you heard what song it was you wanted to cry. How could he do this to you? His long fingers were picking at the guitar strings expertly, despite not having played in ages. His stag ring glistened and reflected the bonfire over which you and the whole band of snatchers had previously cooked dinner. The mood had been tense and everyone except you and Scabior had left as soon as they were done. The snatchers had the benefit of knowing their way in the forest expertly. You didn’t. So if you couldn’t apparate, you were stuck there with Scabior. Then he started singing.

“What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawing me in, and you kicking me out,” he sang, his singing voice raspy, but gorgeous. “I wish I could kick you out,” you muttered and crossed your arms. “You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down.” “Really? You pinned me down pretty good when you hit me.” “What's going on in that beautiful mind? I'm on your magical mystery ride.” “I��m not mysterious, I only want to get away from you.” “And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright.” “You’ll be alright, oh that’s rich.”

“My head's under water, but I'm breathing fine, you're crazy and I'm out of my mind…” “Yes, yes you are! Stop this!” you whined and felt tears prickle in your eyes. His singing was already taking you over and you hated it.

“'Cause all of me, loves all of you. love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections… Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you, you're my end and my beginning, even when I lose I'm winning… 'Cause I give you all of me, and you give me all of you, oh oh.”

“Whatever you might feel for me, is not love! It’s a weird, freaky obsession! Greyback told me all about it!” you burst out. Greyback had described to you in detail how freaky Scabior was when he talked about you. He could go on for hours about how your hair smelled or how your skin felt when he touched you. When he hadn’t seen you for a while he would get agitated and angry, and wouldn’t be satisfied until he had tracked you down and watched you from afar for a while.

“How many times do I have to tell you, even when you're crying you're beautiful too.” “Yeah you’d know that wouldn’t you?” “The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood.” “Because you’re a stalker.” “You're my downfall, you're my muse, my worst distraction, my rhythm and blues… I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you.” He was crazy. He was absolutely batshit insane and you were falling for it again. He was just so beautiful and enticing...

“My head's under water but I'm breathing fine… You're crazy and I'm out of my mind… 'Cause all of me loves all of you, love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections… Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you… You're my end and my beginning, even when I lose I'm winning… 'Cause I give you all of me, and you give me all of you, oh oh.”

By now you were letting the tears fall freely. You couldn’t stop them. Maybe you could make this work. He had improved after all… Maybe you could give him one last chance...

“Give me all of you… Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts… Risking it all, though it's hard...”

Could you risk it for him? Loving him was like taking a stunning spell to your brain. But he was just so… mesmerising. Infatuating. Enthralling.

“'Cause all of me loves all of you… Love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections… Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you… You're my end and my beginning, even when I lose I'm winning... 'Cause I give you all of me, and you give me all of you… I give you all of me, and you give me all of you, oh oh…”

Scabior put the guitar down and looked at you. “‘Ow was that?” he asked and clasped his hands together. You shook your head and wiped your eyes. “You’re good,” you admitted in a slightly broken voice. Scabior got off the log he was sitting on and came to sit in front of you on the ragged blanket.

“I’m not gonna be without you again. I love you,” he said seriously. “I know. And that’s the problem,” you replied, and Scabior looked at you with those icy blue eyes. He was trying to comprehend what the hell you were saying.

“What d’you mean that’s the fuckin’ problem?” “The way you love me is the problem. It’s not healthy, it’s not sane, and it terrifies me. I can’t sleep at night because I’m afraid you’re outside my window watching me, I-” “Nah I’m not like that anymore!” he insisted and grabbed your hands. “I’ve changed, love, I want to be better for you!” “Stop,” you sobbed and looked away from him, but his hand came up to your face instantly and stroked your cheek, turning you back to face him.

“I fuckin’ love you, I’ll do anythin’ for you. I swear to you I’ll do better, and I swear I’ve changed. You won’t ever find me outside your window again. And I’ll never snatch the wrong person as an excuse to come by your work again.” “Wait, you did that!?” “No,” he lied sheepishly. “Scabior!” “Once... Twice.” “See!? This is the problem, you’re-” “Not gonna do it again! I’m gonna be good, I’m gonna be so good, I’ll make you proud, you’ll love me, just don’t… don’t fuckin’ leave me again, I can’t… I can’t…” he lost himself in his own rambling as he just wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your hair and smelling you.

It felt so good, and so right, you couldn’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around his waist, hugging him back with your hands grasping at his leather jacket. You had always found it creepy when he smelled you, but now you did the same thing. Taking a deep breath, you inhaled his strong scent of smoke and sandalwood.

“Okay,” you mumbled into his neck where your face was buried. “I won’t leave. But you don’t have any more chances, you get it?” “Yes, oh Merlin yes I get it, I won’t fuck up this time, I promise,” he assured and started rubbing your back. You could literally feel how he relaxed as soon as you agreed to stay with him. He calmed down in an instant.

“I have to go wash my face,” you excused yourself, pulling out of his grip and leaving him on the blanket. You entered his tent, went into the washroom and washed away the makeup you had smudged by crying. You freshened up and after a pep talk in the mirror, assuring yourself everything was going to be okay, you went back outside. What you saw almost made you gasp. Scabior had conjured up a romantic picnic with candles and sweets and drinks.

“I remember you said you liked Daisyroot Draught,” he said and held up a glass of what looked like very bright pink wine. “I do enjoy that.” You smiled and sat down next to him. He handed you the glass. “Cheers,” he said and held up his own glass of amber liquid. “Still don’t drink anything other than Ogden’s Old, huh?” “Best Firewhisky there is,” he said and you clinked glasses. “Happy Valentine’s day, love.” “Valen- it’s Valentine’s Day?” you asked, surprised. Scabior just nodded. “Since when do you celebrate Valentine’s Day?”

“Since I ‘ave someone worth celebrating it with, of course,” he said matter-of-factly and took a swig of his whisky. “You’re so cheesy for being a big bad snatcher.” “What can I say, love, you bring it out of me,” he said warmly and when you giggled, he leaned in and kissed you. Finally. He had all of you, and you had all of him.

Tag list: @lucifer-in-leather @becaamm @mariairwin666 @sama1314 @fuckyeahfeysand @feelmyroarrrr @bea789 @rockfairy @thepoet1975 @wedontapologize

#Scabior #Scabior x reader #Scabior x you #Beca's Valentines Challenge #Angst #Fluff

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i4z-0892-il · 8 years ago

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Eggshells 7

Author: Jena @i4z-0892-il

Summary: AU Serial Killers Sam and Dean Winchester find themselves in a bind when the Reader gets caught in the cross-hairs of their plans.

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,401

Warnings: dark!fic, NSFW, 18+, Very graphic descriptions of violence, mature themes, death, mentions of death, torture abuse, language, assault

A/N: This has been one of my favorite fics to work on and I’m pretty proud to share it with you guys, so if you felt something please let me know. I literally survive off of your feedback.

Inspired by my girl @alphvjensen’s incredible story Sex and Violence

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The gravel crunched under tires as he rolled up to the house, Dean slowed and turned the music down attempting to recognize the foreign car in his driveway. Lisa would have told him if they were expecting company, and the pit that drew in his stomach didn’t help to quell his curiosity. He came to a stop, cautiously getting out as he noticed the front door standing wide open. Something was wrong, and he feared dreadfully so. He opted to go through the garage running through the layout of his home briefly, picking up a tire iron on the way. He slipped silently through the back door and into the laundry room, he could hear quiet sobs.

“You can leave right now, I won’t say anything to anyone.” Lisa said, firmness in her voice even though she quaked with terror.

“Why would I do that? I only just got here.” Came a man’s voice that he couldn’t recognize.

“My husband will be home any minute now.” She said defiantly, attempting to reason with the intruder.

“Lucky for you, I don’t give in to scare tactics.” The man said. Dean dialed 911, rattled off the address quietly and slipped his phone in his pocket before rounding the corner carefully. Green eyes landed on the tall figure that brought the storm in his home. He’d seen his face before on the news related to a series of horrible murders in the tri-state area; Gordon Walker. Ice ran through Dean’s body as the gravity of the situation landed in the back of his mind, he and his family were about to become victims to the slaughter. Just another statistic and sad casualty of a cruel world. He had no intentions of becoming a poor unsuspecting backgound character in the documentary of Gordon Walker’s killing spree. Ben and Lisa were huddled together in front of the couch, Gordon loomed like a thick shadow of violence with trained a gun at Ben’s head. Even still Lisa remained unreadable, not able to give him any satisfaction, anger, hate and terror marched through her. Dean took a silent and meticulous step forward.

“You kill us and you’re a dead man.” She seethed, Gordon knelt beside her pressing his lips to her ear.

“I’m more alive now than you’ve ever been in your life.” He said.

BANG

Ben slumped to the ground, a scream erupted from Lisa as she gripped Ben’s shirt pulling dead weight to her.

“No!” Dean snarled abandoning all safety precaution, Gordon turned firing off another shot landing it’s target into Dean’s stomach. He stopped the jarring stabbing of white hot metal tearing through his core and stopping him in his tracks. Adrenaline and the will to survive took over a he swung the iron as hard as he could, but Grodon was faster than he’d given him credit for, and he was met with a sharp jab to the stomach nearly splitting him in half and dropping him to his knees. Gordon flipped the butt of the gun in hishand before whipping it across Dean’s face.

“Guess he wasn’t as tough as you thought he was.” He said to Lisa unamused.

“I’ll fucking kill you…” Dean groaned, too disoriented to will his body to move. Gordon yanked him up, face to face by his collar, the fire that burned in his green eyes sent a thrill through the Murderer’s bones, he meant it. Gordon grinned grabbing the tire iron as he stood moving to tower over Lisa who locked eyes with her killer unafraid now. He had robbed her of fear when he murdered her son.

“You’re going to rot in hell.” She spat. Gordon raised the tire iron above his head.

“I’m rotting here, what’s the difference?” He said apathetic as he swung, the iron cracking bone and muscle into paste, leaving nothing but an unrecognizable mess to stain the floor boards forever. Dean froze into stone unable to comprehend what was happening in front of him. His entire life taken from him in minutes.

Gordon pressed the gun to his forehead, waiting for the reason not to shoot.

“Fucking do it!” Dean roared, there was no world he wanted to live in if Ben and Lisa couldn’t. “Shoot me right fucking now or I swear, I will hunt you down and kill you myself."

There it was.

“You’re one of us now.” Said Gordon cooly, putting the gun in his waistband. “One day you’ll see.”

Then he was gone, a whisper of black smoke lingering in the presence of evil. Silence overtook the house, deafening, the sounds of his hysteria as he tried to hold onto lifeless remains and sirens drowned out by loss.

“A Detective would like to speak with Dean.” Said Sherriff Mills. Dean sat catatonic in his chair paying her no mind. Sam stood to address her.

“I think he’s given enough statements for the day.” He said on his brother’s behalf.

“Sam I know he’s been through a lot, but if we’re going to catch this guy the more we know now the better.” She responded. He knew she meant well and if anyone could understand what Dean was going through it might have been her.

“All due respect Jody, but I don’t think he can give you anymore information than he already has. I’d just really like to take my brother home. We have a lot of matters to deal with.” Sam said, Jody agreed with a reluctant nod.

“He remembers anything, anything at all you boys give me a call.”

He’d never felt such an all consuming emptiness, they were gone, and that was that. No amount of begging,or pleading would bring them back, but that wasn’t an answer that satisfied. The days went by in a blur, Sam took care of everything. The funeral was lovely and filled with people who spoke of touching memories shared and a community rocked to it’s foundations; but he knew what was festering in those closed caskets. Ripe and rotting, unrecognizable to the world as his beautiful and vibrant Lisa, and his quick and sweet Ben. Empty sorry’s and condolences flooded in from every direction, but he could process none of it.

Days turned into weeks and he found the only numb to his endless misery was found at the bottom of a bottle. Eventually even that stopped helping. Sam begged him to get help, to move out of the house that haunted him, but he would have none of it. He couldn’t leave them, not when they were still there.

The stain began to fade but never disappearing serving as a cruel reminder of the horror that struck in his own home. He stayed away as much as he could finding refuge in the local dives, dreading being back in the house, but unable to say goodbye. The roadhouse was where he found him. The first of many, but he didn’t know that yet. The air changed when the man walked through the doors, white teeth shone through a smile that was all too familiar. It wasn’t Gordon but it could have been, and that was all it took to fill him with a destructive violence the would rip it’s target to shreds. He wanted to tear that sick fucking smile off of his face.

He followed him when he left, stalking his prey like a wolf in the night, he followed the man to his house, that fire in his stomach growing more and more irritable with each passing minute. The man wasn’t even in the door when Dean could hold back any longer. He let loose every ounce of himself in a flurry of fists until there was no longer a face where one should have been. With each smack he felt more and more free, as if finally he’d been given release, after so long living in shades of gray he could see color again.

Dean stood above his work, his body shaking with an exhilarating electricity. He’d fucked up. The reality began to set in over what he’d done, but he didn’t feel guilty, rather- regretful that he’d made such a big mess, and he had no intentions of going to prison. So he called the only person he could trust.

“Sam, I need help.”

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 8 years ago

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Can I be tagged in Not Her Hero please?! Im super excited about it.

Sure thing!!

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mohammadhazemrezq · 5 years ago

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What Happens in #YSL, Stays in @YSL! . #SorryNotSorry #WeDontApologize #YSLBEAUTYCLUB (at Dubai, United Arab Emirates) https://www.instagram.com/p/BaJOHc5gm_Z/?igshid=6ivp6mf4urj0

#ysl #sorrynotsorry #wedontapologize #yslbeautyclub

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deeriest · 12 years ago

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Who are you I'm Candie! *waves* Whats your favorite color Yellow! Favorite ship Jude/Tommy (instant star) random but it was the first thing that I thought of LOL Favorite ice cream flavor Cherry Garcia Do you have a cat Yes, her name is Dory and she is the devil. ALSO I am so glad to finally find another Duck Dynasty/Si fan on Tumblr

OKAY YES HI I'M GLAD YOU SENT THIS TO ME.

AND WHO DOESN'T LOVE SI?

#wedontapologize #Thanks for the cheese bun

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im-suchanicegirl · 13 years ago

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wedontapologize replied to your post: does anyone have advices for nails that seems to...

I have the same problem, and I can’t find anything that works either :/ I’ve even tried the gel manicures that are supposed to last for weeks.

I have a coupon to go try for a shellac manicure that apparently last 14 days before starting to chip. it's pretty much my last resort XD

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mohammadhazemrezq · 5 years ago

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What Happens in #YSL, Stays in @YSL! . #SorryNotSorry #WeDontApologize #YSLBEAUTYCLUB (at Dubai, United Arab Emirates) https://www.instagram.com/p/BaI4ldzARyV/?igshid=1b2xapjv534x6

#ysl #sorrynotsorry #wedontapologize #yslbeautyclub

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bloodstained-porcelain-doll · 7 years ago

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Pure (Lucifer x underage!reader)

Request: Hey you! Could you please do a smut fic with Lucifer where the reader is a virgin (but has experimented with toys and stuff so no real pain or hymen involved) and it gets Lucifer all the more turned on because no “hairless ape” has defiled her - she is all pure and she’s his? combined with a request of Lucifer x underage!reader Word count: 1156 Warnings: Smut, UNDERAGE!READER, virgin!reader, unprotected sex

“You're telling you've never had sex?” Lucifer asked and rested his chin on his hand. His eyes were slightly widened and his pupils dilated.

“I'm seventeen, it's not that weird. Plus I live with Sam and Dean. They're very… protective,” you explained, and Lucifer chuckled. “Those disgusting apes. But I like it.” “Like what?” “You're innocent. Pure. You haven't been defiled by some human man, some hairless ape.” “Well, I wouldn't say pure… I've experimented.”

Lucifer raised his eyebrows. “Tell me more,” he demanded. “You know… toys, fingers, porn…” You blushed a little. “What toys?” “I have a… a rabbit. It's like a vibrating dildo with a clit stimulator too.” “That sounds nice. You have to show me.” “Show you?” “Yes. You do know what those words mean, right?” “Y-yes, I just… you don't think of me as a hairless ape too?” You furrowed your eyebrows and Lucifer shook his head.

“No. You're different, pure. Innocent- almost. You're pretty,” he said, completely unashamed, and you blushed. “Thank you…” you mumbled and tucked some hair behind your ear. Lucifer got up from his chair and sat down in front of you on your bed. He leaned in close with a predatory smirk, licking his lips, showing off his forked tongue. You squirmed a little and bit your lip.

“So you want to see the toy?” you repeated carefully, to which he just nodded with a smile. You reached into your bedside drawer and pulled out the hot pink rabbit. You flipped it around in your hand before handing it to Lucifer. He examined it carefully before turning it on, watching it vibrate. He turned it off and handed it back to you.

“Boring. I bet I can please you better with only my fingers,” he stated simply. “Or your tongue,” you burst out without thinking. You blushed yet again and stuffed the toy away. When you turned back around, Lucifer’s face was only an inch away from you.

“What are you-” “Shhh, little one. My innocent little human,” he whispered and put his finger over your mouth softly. “Yours?” “Yes, mine. I know you want me. I can smell it. And I want you, my sweet little girl.” Lucifer grinned and you gulped.

“I'm not… I'm not of age.” “So?” “So it's illegal.” “So? I'm an archangel, laws don't apply to me,” he said and winked. “Besides… when you're eighteen you'll probably have fucked someone else, and I won't come second to some filthy human boy,” he spat. “I want you like this. I want to be the only one.” “Okay,” you whispered and nodded.

He smiled and grasped your hand, guiding it up his thigh to his cock. You hadn’t noticed before that he was fully hard. And by the feel of it he wasn't small. Suddenly something grabbed you by your butt and pulled you up, onto Lucifer’s lap. You gasped and bit your lip, but he grabbed you by your hair and kissed you hard, forcing you to stop. In turn you wrapped your hands in his hair and kissed him back, slipping him the tongue after a few moments.

His lips were chilly compared to yours. You felt overheated from being so flustered, so the coolness of Lucifer was very welcome- oh my god. Lucifer. I’m about to have sex with the Devil! You realised and pulled away, your hands still wrapped in his hair. You must have looked mortified because he made a face at you and asked:

“What’s wrong?” “I can’t have sex with Satan!” “Yes, you can.” “Yeah, you’re right, I totally can.” And with that you pressed your chest to his tightly and realised you both were already naked. You couldn’t find the time to be surprised, you just clung to him harder as he laid you down on your back.

“Do- do you have a condom?” you asked in between kisses. “No.” “No, of course not… Wow you’re a bad influence,” you mumbled, pulling his hair. “I’m Satan,” he growled and the next second you were flipped onto your stomach. Lucifer gave you a few rough slaps on your ass before you felt his cock nudge your pussy.

“You ready?” he asked, almost teasingly. You decided to ignore that and just nodded. “Good,” he muttered and slid into you slowly. You’d never felt anything so satisfying. Not your fingers, not even your oh-so-precious rabbit toy could match the feeling of Lucifer’s cock stretching you out, finally hitting home. You heard him grunt from behind you and it snapped you out of your trance. You flipped your hair over to one side so you could look back at him.

“Oh you don’t look so innocent now, sweetheart,” he professed and smirked, pulling out and slamming back in, making you moan out loud. “That’s right… this is how you’re supposed to look… every day. Naked under me, filled up with my cock…”

His words were driving you crazy and all you could do was nod as he picked up the pace and started fucking you harder, pounding you into the mattress. Suddenly something attached itself to your clit, sucking- hard. It felt exactly like a pair of lips, and it was amazing. You were so thankful the Winchesters weren’t around, because the loud scream you let out would have grounded you for eternity. You buried your face in the pillow to muffle the obscene noises, but Lucifer pulled you up again by your hair.

“Forget it,” he whispered in your ear, bit down on your earlobe and kept fucking you wildly, while the lips on your clit drove you mad, and it didn’t take long until you came, squeezing his cock hard while crying his name.

He looked so smug when you finally calmed down, daring to look up at him. “Don’t cry,” he said and winked, then flipped you over onto your back, and he was back at it. “Y- I-” “No, I’m not done,” he confirmed your thought, kissing you hard, his forked tongue slipping over yours, making you shiver. You raked your nails all the way up his back, making him hiss and grin. “Kitten has claws, huh?” You grinned back at him, but the next second he was hitting your g-spot with all his force, and you were gone again- lost in pleasure.

He’d had you cum two more times before he finally let himself go, cumming inside you with a loud groan, matching yours in obscenity. Your legs were shaking when he pulled out. Instead of saying anything, he just watched your pussy as his cum was dripping out slowly.

“You like that?” you asked and toyed with a lock of your hair, looking utterly innocent again. “So pretty,” he said. “And don’t worry, I didn’t knock you up.” “How do you know? And I wasn’t worrying…” “You were worrying. And I know. See you later, sweetheart. And remember- no hairless apes. You’re mine now.”

Tagging: @lucifer-in-leather @castielspahdehrah @pepperwoodatnight @becaamm @mariairwin666 @sama1314 @fuckyeahfeysand @daddyslittleraven @feelmyroarrrr @bea789 @myplaceofthingsilove @rockfairy @thepoet1975 @wedontapologize

Underage Luci tags: @afanofmanystuffs

Lucifer tag list: @catlady25me

#Lucifer #Supernatural Lucifer #Lucifer smut #Lucifer x you #Lucifer x reader #smut

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bloodstained-porcelain-doll · 7 years ago

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Short hair, don’t care (John Winchester x Reader)

Request: Can I request a oneshot where the reader has to cut her long hair in order to get away from the demon who grabbed her hair and tries to kill her. The reader feels a little blue after the event and John consoles and compliments her. The reader’s hair would be (after cutting it lol) about armpit length. Warnings: none Word count: 549

You screamed and kicked as the demon had you by your hair, growling loudly. His growl turned into a laugh as you watched Sam and Dean knocked out on the corner. You had to get out of there and you only saw one option. As soon as the demon started talking, mocking you and the boys, you grabbed the knife you kept in your belt, swung your arm, scratched the demon’s hand as you cut your hair off. The second you were separated from the demon, you spun around, kicked him in the groin, ripped the duct tape off your mouth and exorcised the motherfucker.

“It’s not that bad,” Sam said, mindlessly running his hand through your hair. “It looks horrible, Sam, and I can’t get it even!” “I’ll help.” “Do not fuck it up more, kay?” “I’ll just make it even, promise.” You nodded and handed Sam the scissors. It took him a while, but eventually your hair looked decent. But it was so short… You hated it.

Dean didn’t help with the faces he made. “What!?” you snapped at him and his dumb wide eyes. “It’s just so… short! I’m not used to it, but I’m sure I will.” He grinned and shrugged. You sighed. “Thanks,” you muttered and rolled your eyes, running your hands through your hair that now only went down to your armpits.

A few hours later you left the boys at the motel and drove to meet John. He was staying a few miles away from you, working on another case. You were too mad at Dean to stay there so you’d called John up and asked if you could stay with him for the night. You’d told him you felt shaken up after the day. He’d said “absolutely, come on over.”

You knocked on the door and made sure the hood of your jumper was up, covering your hair. “Hey Y/N!” “Hey John,” you said and leaned into his outstretched arms. He hugged you for a while before inviting you in. “Coffee? I just made a fresh pot.” “Yeah, sounds lovely.”

You told John all about the hunt and what had gone wrong over a cup of coffee. “Take the hood off, sweetheart.” “No.” “Oh what, you’re gonna go months without showing me your hair now?” he asked and raised an eyebrow at you. You chuckled and nodded. “Yeah that sounds about right.” “Come on, don’t be silly.” “Promise you won’t mock me.” “Look at me. Do I look like my sons?” he asked. You chuckled again. “Fine.”

John studied you for a while with his head tilted. When Sam looked at you, you saw a slight pity in his eyes. When Dean looked at you, you saw he was kind of humoured. But when John looked at you… it was almost as if…

“I think you look really good like this, Y/N.” “W-what?” “It’s different. But I like it, can I touch?”

You were shocked at his reaction. “Uh, yeah, sure!” you said and scooched forward. He reached up and started stroking your hair, taking it between your fingers. “No split ends here, baby,” he said and grinned, letting his hair go again. You were grinning too by now. “I think you look great. And totally badass.” “Thanks John.”

#John Winchester #John Winchester x you #John Winchester x reader #fluff #John Winchester fluff

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bloodstained-porcelain-doll · 7 years ago

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Sugar and Spice, epilogue

Summary: You and Richard get married, and enjoy uour wedding night. Word count: 1371 Warnings: smut A/N: Beta’ed by @pepperwoodatnight and this is the dress Briana wears. The Y/N link still isn’t working for me, I’m so sorry :( And apologies for how long it took to get this chapter up, but here it is!!!

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Chapter 8/epilogue: The wedding

Two years and three months after Richard proposed to you, you were holding Rob’s arm as he walked you down the aisle. All your friends and family, both from before you met Rich and after, were sitting on each side of you, and up by the altar stood the most wonderful man you knew, with a breathtaking smile on his lips. Briana was your maid of honour and she looked amazing in the deep red dress that matched your shoes, Rob’s pocket square and Richard’s tie. The four of you had become inseparable during the last years, and you couldn't be happier for it.

Rob walked you all the way up to the altar, kissed your cheek, and then took his side behind Richard. Rich’s eyes darted all over you, from your hair, to your dress, your eyes and your shoes. You smiled at him before the officiant began.

“Friends and family, we are gathered here today, to celebrate the union between two souls. Miss Y/N Y/L/N, and Mr Richard Speight Jr. Feelings come alive at a wedding. Great happiness, some sadness, apprehension and sometimes pure relief! There is an acute awareness that something special, something that goes to the very heart of life, is about to happen. Something is gone forever, and something is born, brand new and tender. Something to be nurtured and cared for, protected and cherished, challenged and strengthened.”

You felt your lips tremble with anticipation when you looked at your soon to be husband.

“The bride and groom will now share a few words,” the officiant said, and turned to Richard first. He took a step forward and reached for your hands, holding them in his as he looked into your eyes.

“Y/N, sweetie, I take you to be my partner for life, I promise above all else to live in truth with you, and to communicate fully and fearlessly. I give you my hand and my heart, as a sanctuary of warmth and peace, and pledge my love, devotion, faith and honor, as I join my life to yours."

You fought back tears as you listened to his words, and then the officiant turned to you.

"I see these vows not as promises but as privileges: I get to laugh with you and cry with you; care for you and share with you. I get to run with you and walk with you; build with you and live with you. And I already get to share with you…” you said and took a step closer, moving his hands to your belly. “Our baby, to laugh with and cry with, to care for, to run with and walk behind, to build with and live with.”

You'd never seen Richard’s eyes as wide as when you finished talking. The crowd cheered louder than before and you heard Briana’s “yeah!” from behind you.

“You're pregnant?” Richard whispered and a huge smile broke out on his face. His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you into a kiss right then and there. “Oh…” the officiant said when you broke the kiss. “I thought you might do the rings before.” Everyone laughed, not least Rich.

“Sorry, I got a little ahead of myself,” he admitted with a blush, making everyone laugh again. Briana stepped up with a smile on her lips, handing one of the rings to Richard.

“I, Richard Speight Jr, take you, Y/N Y/L/N, to be my lawfully wedded wife,” he proclaimed and slipped the ring onto your finger, and Briana gave you the second ring. “I, Y/N Y/L/N, take you, Richard Speight Jr, to be my lawfully wedded husband.” You slid the ring onto his finger.

“You may kiss the bride. Again,” the officiant said with a smile, and Richard wrapped his arms around you, kissing you softly, and he still couldn't stop smiling. He lifted you up in the air and spun you around, making you giggle, and each and every person in the room started clapping their hands, Rob the hardest.

After the reception, Richard picked you up and carried you bridal style to your hotel room. You were still in your dress, which he loved. “You look so beautiful, sweetie,” he said and kissed you softly before putting you down. “You do too. The most handsome man I’ve ever met.” “You know… I actually believe you when you say that nowadays. You’ve boosted my confidence so much since we’ve been together.” You grinned and kissed him again.

“I know. The first year you were hesitant to even get shirtless, now you walk around almost naked on a daily basis.” You chuckled at the adorable blush that crept up Richard’s cheek. “Our baby is gonna be the most beautiful creature on the planet,” he whispered and cupped your cheeks.

“Even if she’s not, we’ll love her all the same,” you reminded him. “She?” His eyes lit up again. You nodded with a small smile. “The doctor was pretty sure.” “How far along are you?” he asked and put one hand on your belly again. You hadn’t really started showing yet. At most you’d think you were slightly bloated.

“Thirteen weeks. I should start showing anytime now.” “You’ll look amazing.” “Promise you’ll love me all the way through the pregnancy? No matter how annoying I get.”

Richard chuckled and picked you up again. “I swear on my life.” “Good. Now let’s consummate this marriage?” “That’s an old-fashioned ritual,” he joked. “Well we don’t have to if you don-” His lips were on yours in a second. “Have you ever known me to turn you down?”

He walked you to the bed and laid you down, more gently than usual. Hovering above you, he leaned down to kiss your lips, your jaw, your neck and chest, and let his hands slide down your body, down your legs, taking off both your shoes. He gripped the hems of your dress and slid it up your legs, running his hands up your stockings and rolling them down.

“You’re so slooowww,” you whined, but smiled at the same time. “Mm’wanna take my time,” he murmured against your skin as he pulled the stockings off, hoisting your dress further up, onto your hips.

Rich slid your panties down your legs, and when he noticed how wet you were, he let out a low groan, burying his face between your legs, kissing, licking and sucking on your pussy. Your hands immediately flew down to his hair, grabbing and stroking as you wrapped your legs around his head, but not too tightly.

“Rich… please… need you to- to fuck me,” you moaned after a while. Richard chuckled and pulled away, quickly undressing. He climbed on top of you, leaned down to kiss your lips, and then he slowly guided his hard cock into you. You grabbed onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling into another kiss. Seconds later he started moving, pulling out and thrusting back in, picking up his pace as he went. He had you moaning loudly within minutes as his hands roamed your half-clothed body and his mouth claimed yours.

You wrapped your legs around his hips to pull him closer, deeper into you. He was your husband now, and you were his wife. You kissed him even harder when the smile broke out on your face.

“What?” he breathed out and smiled back. “Mmm… I love you,” you mumbled, kissing him again. “Love you too, sweetie…”

Richard ran his hands up your legs and then hoisted them over his shoulders, and as he reached down and started rubbing your clit, you felt it. The electricity. The heat. The relief. You dug your nails into his shoulders and moaned his name out loud as you came around him. He groaned at the feeling, and came seconds later, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

He chuckled softly when he pulled out and rolled off you. You straightened your dress and moved onto your side, looking your husband in the eye. “I’ve never been happier than I am right now,” you whispered. “Me neither, baby, me neither.”

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bloodstained-porcelain-doll · 7 years ago

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Sugar and Spice, ch 7

Summary: Richard’s awful ex wife comes over. Rob finally realises he was wrong about you. Word count: 1280 Warnings: Verbal ex-spousal abuse, bee shirt cameo A/N: Beta’d by @pepperwoodatnight

Chapter 7. The bitch of an ex wife

It had been another few weeks since you last saw Rob, but you'd been spending more and more time at Richard’s place now, so eventually it was bound to happen. And one day, you stepped out of the shower and down into the kitchen to see Rich and Rob both at the kitchen table.

“Oh, hi!” you said, clutching your cardigan around yourself. “Hi,” Rob said uncomfortably. “Rob came over and had to drop off some stuff,” Rich explained. “Cool.” You nodded and went to the fridge, making yourself a sandwich. “Want anything?” you asked both of the guys.

“Huh?” Rob sounded confused. You turned around, took a bite of your sandwich and looked at him. “Want. Anything? To eat? Sandwich, or I don't know… we've got some mud cake I made yesterday.” “Oooh I'll have some of that! Man it's delicious,” Rich exclaimed. Rob nodded. “A-alright, I'll have some as well.”

You served it up on plates with some whipped cream and served it to the guys, resisting the urge to cream Rob’s face. You watched with a smug face as he ate and enjoyed it. “Yeah, it’s… it’s good,” he said sheepishly. “You're welcome.” You smiled proudly and returned to your sandwich, mostly just listening to the guy talk, when there was a knock on the door. You watched as both Rob and Rich stiffened in their chairs.

“What?” you asked. “That's her. That’s her knock, what is she doing here?” Rob burst out. “Who!” you demanded and looked at Rich who was growing pale. “Danielle.” “What!? Did you invite her here?” “No, of course not!” “What the fuck…” Rob muttered under his breath.

“Richard, open the door!” an obnoxious voice sounded. Rob got up and patted his back encouraged him to get out to the hallway and open the door. You and Rob both stood with crossed arms and watched what was happening.

“Hello, Richard,” the woman said. She was taller than him, had light brown hair and big blue eyes that looked like they could cut steel. You already hated her. She pushed past him in her fur coat, clicked her heels and stopped in front of you and Rob.

“Move,” she ordered. “I don't take orders from bitches,” you drawled and cocked an eyebrow at her. She scoffed and shoved past Rob instead. Richard gulped and walked after her, giving you an apologetic look that made your heart break. “Why are you here?” Rich asked when she sat down on the couch. “Aren't you going to offer me something to drink?” “Why are you here?” he repeated. Danielle sighed and pursed her lips. “Rude.” Her leather trousers were shining as she crossed her legs. Wow. “Who's the little whore you think can replace me?” she asked. You clenched your fists but stayed still.

“There's no whore in my house except the one in front of me,” Richard muttered, and watched Danielle’s eyes grow hard again. “I have done you no harm and you insult me like that!” She turned to you. “I'm sorry you have to deal with him, sweetie, he-” “Don't call me sweetie,” you growled, refusing to have Richard’s pet name for you ruined by this monster.

Danielle actually laughed at you. “Oh I'm sorry, what would you like me to call you?” “You can call me ‘goodbye I'm leaving’,” you snarled. She laughed again and turned back to Richard. “Richard, Richard, Richard… the people you surround yourself with. You were so much better off before. I mean, this one… I think she feeds you too much.” “I- did I…” “Gain weight? It looks like it. Or maybe it's just the shirt, I don't know.” “Oh- I…” “It's horrible, who bought you that! Bees? Really? It's grotesque.”

“I think it looks amazing on him,” you stated loudly. “I think he looks fucking hot. But if you're too much of a cunt to see that, then you shouldn't even have the privilege of looking at him!”

“A cunt? You don't know me enough to judge.” “You come in here like you own the place, you call me a whore, you wear dead animals, and you mistreat and insult the most amazing man in the world, so yeah I know you enough to judge. Get the fuck out of his house unless you actually have anything you need!” You were fuming over the way she treated him. Rob was staring at you with wide eyes, but you didn't see that. Danielle got off the couch and walked up to you.

“Alright, you doe-eyed bitch, if that's the game you want to play.” “I'm not playing a game, you are. Why are you here?” “I wanted to check up on Rich and see how he was doing. Clearly it's worse than I imagined.” “Oh I bet you imagined. Bet you imagined many things, but not this. You didn't think he'd have found someone better than you. You thought you'd come in here and have a go at him, is that it? Well newsflash, that's not how it works anymore!” “He needs me.” “He does not. You need him. You need someone to terrorise, don't you? You need someone to project all your self hate on.” “I want to give him a reality check! He's not in a good shape anymore and he's not going to get any further in life without m- OW!” Danielle cried out when you slapped her across her face hard. “GET. OUT.” “Do you think he'll stay with you? Do you think he'll make you happy, is that it? Think you can weasel your way into his weak heart and use him?” You chuckled and smiled, rolling up your sleeves.

“No… that's what you think. Now, I've taken kickboxing classes, and unless you want me to puncture those silicone tits of yours, I suggest you take your dead animal clothes and get the fuck away from the man that I love!” you shouted and balled up your fists again. Danielle stared at you for a few seconds before she scoffed and turned her heel, leaving a stink of perfume after her. When she slammed the door shut, you turned to Rich and Rob.

“I am so sorry,” Rob said with wide eyes. “I am sooo so sorry, Y/N, I was so wrong…” “You were.” “I'm so sorry.” He looked sincere when he watched you with those bright blue eyes, and your anger stilled inside you. “Don't worry about it,” you mumbled and felt something tug on your wrist. You looked down to see-

“W-whoa, w-what are you doing!?” “Marry me,” Richard said breathily from his position down on one knee. “What?!” “I know it’s soon, and I-I I don't have a ring yet, cause I wasn't… wasn't really planning this, but… fuck, sweetie, that was amazing, and I… I mean we don't have to get married right away, we can- we can stay engaged for as long as you want, but… I wanna spend my life with you, and it seems… I know you want the same. So… will you marry me?” he asked and looked at you almost pleadingly. It took you a few seconds to process what was happening, but then you smiled and nodded.

“Yes, yes of course I will,” you said and took his hand, pulling him up to his feet and kissing him passionately. You didn't know for how long you kissed before Rob clapped his hands slowly, bringing the both of you back to reality. You turned to Rob while still in Richard’s embrace. “Yeah, okay, I ship it,” Rob said and grinned at you, making you giggle, and Rich as well.

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bloodstained-porcelain-doll · 7 years ago

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Sugar and Spice, ch 6

Summary: Your sugar daddy Richard takes you to another concert, and Rob is truly sick of you now. Word count: 1490 Warnings: OOC!Rob, Asshole!Rob (this is the last asshole chapter, I swear) A/N: Beta’d by @pepperwoodatnight The reader insert link still doesn’t fucking work D:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6: The rage of Rob Benedict

A week had passed since you and Rich confessed your feelings to each other, and during that week you had met several times. But now you were home, having lunch when someone knocked on your door. You grimaced and opened. “Delivery for Y/N,” the man at the door said, holding up a big box. “Sign here please.” You looked confused but signed the paper and closed the door after taking the box. You put it on your table and opened it, then sighed and grinned when you saw a note laying on something silvery.

For my sweetie. Wear this on Friday. The note said, and you shook your head, pulling up the silver and black dress that Rich had seen you look at on your phone.

“That wonderful shit,” you mumbled, but took the note and held it to your chest, smiling happily. Just as you wondered what’s on Friday, your phone rang. “Hey!” you said when you picked up. “Hey sweetie, did you get my package?” Rich asked and you could hear a smile on his voice. “Yes, I told you you didn't have to,” you said and smiled too, the note still clutched tightly. “And I said I wanted to.” “It's beautiful. Thank you. What's on Friday?” “Another concert.” “With Rob?” “Yes. You can decline, but-” “No, it's cool, I'll go.” “I'll be with you all the time this time,” he promised and grinned. “Alright, my brave hero.” “I'll pick you up at eight.” “Okay.” “I love you.” “I love you too.”

The dress fit you perfectly. You spun around a few times in front of the mirror and smiled happily. You wondered what Rob would think, and you wondered what he would have thought if he didn't think you were hot. Or if you were a few years older. Or if you didn't dress up the way you did. You pursed your lips when you thought about him, and shook your head. You'd prove it to him eventually, you'd prove you were worthy of his best friend.

On Friday, you slipped into the dress, got ready and waited for Rich to pick you up. You'd bought yourself a clutch to match the dress, and you truly felt like one of those movie girls, holding it while waiting for your man. He pulled up by your driveway and exited the car, looking you over. You smiled coyly and danced up to him happily.

“Hi sweetie,” he said and grabbed your hips, pulling you close. “Hi baby,” you replied and kissed his lips, letting him taste your cherry lip balm. He smacked his lips and let out a “hm!” when you broke the kiss. You walked around him to get into the passenger seat, and he gave your ass a pat, making you grin to yourself.

“I told Rob not to pull any crap with you tonight,” Rich said on your way into the bar where they were playing. “Oh, did you now?” you teased and cocked an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, he said ‘fine’ angrily.” “Ohhh man he hates me,” you sighed. Richard nodded. “He won't when he realises how great you really are.” “Let’s hope so.” You stroked Rich's palm with the pad of your thumb when he took your hand in his and walked up to the bar desk.

“You liked Irish coffee, right?” he asked and grimaced, trying to remember if that was what you ordered on the first concert he took you to. “I do,” you said with a grin as he ordered for you. “I like a man who'll take the initiative and order for their girlfriend.” “Yeah? You don't think it's rude or… too macho-manly? I know some women who do.” “Well, no. Only if you'd like… take me to a restaurant and order me a salad when I really wanted a steak or something.” “Oh, gosh, I’d never do that!” “Good,” you said and kissed him just as-

“Hey guys! Rich, Y/N,” Rob announced his presence, making your heart sink. You pulled away from Rich and spun around on your stool to look at Rob. To your surprise, he hugged you, a bit too tightly, but you patted his back. Then he hugged Rich, more genuinely of course.

“How are you guys?” he asked and motioned for the bartender to give him the same as Rich was having. He looked at you intently. “Well I’m good,” you said and grinned. “I have a job interview tomorrow,” you lied. “Oh really!” he exclaimed. “Where?” “Local café.” “I wish you all the luck,” he said and bore his icy blue eyes into yours. “Thank you,” you said whole heartedly. The three of you chatted for a while longer before Rob bounced backstage to get ready.

“I think he's coming around,” Rich said and seemed hopeful, but you raised your eyebrows at him. “I don't think so.” Richard shrugged and put his arm around your shoulders. “What matters is what I think of you, and I think you're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time.” You nodded and smiled, agreeing.

After the show - which was fantastic - you and Rich went backstage with the band. The other guys in the band were super nice to you, and you hit it off quite well with them while Rich and Rob were talking a bit away. Some time later, Rich left to use the bathroom, you went to get another drink, and Rob followed you, pushing you into the wall with your face to him.

“What the fuck!?” you burst out. “Get off me!” “I can pay you too, I can pay you more than he does, would you like that?” Rob stared at you with hard eyes. “No! Get away from me, what the fuck is your problem!?” you shouted at him. “Isn't that obvious? You're my problem! I told you to stop and you didn't fucking listen, I told you to-” “IF YOU WOULD PULL YOUR THICK HEAD OUT OF YOUR BUTTHOLE FOR A FEW MINUTES AND LISTEN TO ME, THAT WOULD BE GREAT!” you screamed and shoved him off of you. “Yes, he's my sugar daddy-”

“I knew it!” Rob interrupted you instantly. “Shut up, I'm not done. Yes he's my sugar daddy, yes he pays my rent and buys me pretty clothes, and no there wasn't supposed to be any feelings involved. But shit happened, and he loves m-”

“I KNOW HE FUCKING LOVES YOU! That's why I hate you, because you're going to break his heart! I know your type-” “I'm not a type! You don't know me, because you never gave me a chance! You're a prejudiced asshole who judges everyone because of what one person did! Yeah, he told me about his ex wife. He told me what she did to him, right before he said he loved me, and I said it back because, yeah, I love him. I fucking love him, and I'll never be what she was to him, I will do right by him. And if you'd have given me a chance, you'd have seen that from the start.”

Rob had backed away a step by now and just stared at you with empty eyes. He didn't say a word, but stormed off as soon as Richard came running out to you.

“What the fuck happened?” he demanded, looked after Rob and then back to you, your face flushed and your fists clenched. “Nothing,” you mumbled. “You okay?” Rich stroked your hair and you nodded. “Yeah. But he's not,” you said bitterly. “Never mind him, I'll talk to him later. Come on, let's go home. To my place.” You nodded again and let Rich kiss your temple before walking ahead of him to the car.

It was an unusually quiet and therefore awkward car ride. You figured Rich was a bit torn at the moment, between his best friend and his girlfriend. When you reached his house, he poured you both some wine and sat down on the couch. You remained standing awkwardly a bit away, fidgeting with your glass.

“I'm sorry,” you mumbled. “You don't have to… ah, I don't know. Maybe you shouldn't have gone off on him like that, but on the other hand… he shouldn't treat you like that, I don't know what happened exactly and I don't need to. I'm just… not gonna keep you two in the same building,” he said and grinned sheepishly. You chuckled bitterly and set your glass down. “That's not a long-term solution,” you said and straddled him, kissing him softly. “Hmm…” he kissed back before pulling away. “But what should I do then?” “I don't know. Treat everything like normal and maybe he'll get it eventually. We'll see.” “We'll see? That's your solution?” he asked with a smile and raised his eyebrows. “I can take him on,” you said and mimicked a boxer, to which Richard laughed. “Oh, sweetie…”

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