"I am bored of being bored because being bored is boring." -Sherlock Holmes
જ⁀➴ 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓎. she/her. capricorn. occasional amateur fanfic writer. bookworm. ravenclaw. music addict. lover of bad boys. supernatural, gilmore girls, the outsiders, and scream fangirl. stuilly, megstiel, and saileen shipper. sam AND dean girl. jess, tristin, sodapop, and dally lover.
rules (somewhat): no discrimination/bullying tolerated, jensen/danneel/misha/jared haters dni, Wincest dni, not comfortable with romantic or sexual advances (seriously, i won't hesitate to block you), and just please keep the political stuff to a minimum. 'kay?
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brokeback mountain, my own private Idaho, dead poets society, the talented mr ripley, scream
2. one character that describes you?
todd anderson,,, 😢
3. favorite song at the moment?
in the aeroplane over the sea – neutral milk hotel
4. all time favorite album?
grace – jeff buckley
5. favorite fruit?
apples who could have guessed
6. favorite time of day?
morning!!!
Okyes ummm i’m sorry these are kind of boring questions but hi guys @jealousguy-blue @apocolypticvamp @googoomeister @jakegyllenhaalsteeth/@teeth-sucker @trentreznorsbutthole @ziggysbolterxx @viansparkles @becausetheyaremyshoes2 @noodlezxy @fatboytitstoucher @dannyelfmanstattos @freakyolivelady ,,, anyone else who wants to join,,,
AHH THANKS FOR THE TAG!! i love the cure by olivia sm you're so real for that
1. top five movies
the silence of the lambs
lisa frankenstein
piglet's big movie (i'm sorry but that's the honest truth)
wake up dead man
the lord of the rings trilogy (yes i count them as one entry, if tolkien could've, he'd had them published as one gigantic book but he couldn't bc of the publisher back then (source: p sure i read it at the beginning of fotr in the introductory part)
2. character that describes me
probably dean winchester from supernatural at the moment.. sounds like i'm glazing myself but honestly, in many of the situations he gets put into, he acts like i would so
3. fav song atm
had to consult my playlist for this one but probablyyy watching over me by radio company :3 jensen has such a nice voice it's insane
4. all time fav album
either warning by green day or paranoid by black sabbath depends on my mood
Miss Congeniality, Scream (1996), Night At The Museum, The Breakfast Club, and John Wick (the first one. and omg it's been way too long since I've seen it).
Character that describes me:
oof. tough one. umm... I think I'm kinda a cross between Sam Winchester and jess Mariano (crossover there).
Favorite song at the moment:
Still Into You by Paramore
Favorite album:
Idols by Yungblud
Favorite fruit:
strawberries (yes ik I'm basic as fuck)
Favorite time of day:
early morning, when no one else (in my house, at least) is awake, so it's quiet and peaceful. I HATE actually getting up early though, lol.
@yourlocalhaemogoblin @lunar-eclipsial @kissesfrommercuryyy (why can I only think of three of you, I'm tweaking)
currently watching: animal kingdom s6. shawn is soooo good, forever a pope cody girl here. not sure what my partner and i are gonna watch when we finish this show this week :(
current obsession: the pitt and rabbot ofc. eats me every day and i cannot wait for s3!!!
currently reading: a lot of rabbot fanfic, but i did just start motherhood by sheila heti and it's made my child free stance more solid yayyy.
currently working on: work and my body. finally prioritizing my fitness so it feels good. have a have marathon coming up and im also wedding planning lol. life is full in a good way!
google search: wedding locations galore, dont get me started.
tagging @fandomhoarder @gentlier @robinavitchslut @iris-in-the-rain @drjackrabbots @wolvesinthenight @classic-cevans @rightangle91, no pressure yall, and anyone who wants to do it!
Currently watching: Modern Family cuz I needed a pallette cleanser. I was watching Leverage Redemption until I realized I was almost out of Noah episodes so I paused. I was watching ER before that but my brain was overloaded so I took a break
Current obsession: The Pitt and Rabbot but also just Noah. I think he's neat
Currently reading: I have fourteen current tabs open of Rabbot fics (I won't go more than 16 tabs cuz it gives me anxiety) I read a lot so I'm alternating between all 14 tabs
Currently working on: A sad Rabbot fic that is my very first slow burn and is all about grief, pining, refusing to accept things and them raising a baby.
Google search: I googled the weather in my area because I like to lay out and tan to decompress from being in my fucking head all day. It's actually something my therapist and I agreed on as a way to get me outside when my anxiety/depression get really bad.
@angeisinspace
@noah-wyles
@greeneyedgrasshopperandhisangel
@bluegreenblues
@bemyreckoning
@iris-in-the-rain
@0matchamilkshake0
@raven--stag
@imfinnabeinthepitt-2025
@club-medical
@cantchooseafav
(I need y'all to know it was so fucking hard trying to remember peoples handles that I just went through my notifications. I wanna know all my mutuals bro)
Last song: im currently listening to music, and Disasterology by pierce the veil is currently on :3
currently watching: The Boys, bc I lied to the guy I like and said I was almost done with the show (hadnt even seen it yet) so now I’m panic watching in preparation for seeing him Saturday
Currently Reading: Fanfic, what else? lol
Currently working on: a really cool Gerard Way wip, which I shall be posting once I finish it
last google search: I think I looked up the Heathers musical last night, one if my freinds said it wasn’t that good, and I got curious
Currently watching: Supernatural (STILL. I'm somewhere in season 15 and am having technical difficulties UGH), Gilmore Girls (my mom and I are both fans and she's doing a rewatch, so I join her when I can), and Bones (same as gg, but with my brother).
Currently reading: I've been kind of bouncing between books lately and I've landed on Funny Story by Emily Henry (yes, I read the occasional rom-com, no judging).
Currently working on: I'M BACK ON MY NOVEL WRITING BULLSHIT!!! I'm in the planning stage of a new idea, so we'll see how it goes.
Last google search: YouTube (I've been doom-scrolling on shorts lately out of boredom).
@yourlocalhaemogoblin @lunar-eclipsial @kissesfrommercuryyy (I SERIOUSLY need to interact with more of my moots so I can memorize y'all's usernames ToT)
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Could you do a Dean x femreader where she is in a abusive relationship and they are in a bar and Dean sees and takes care of the dude then checks on reader to see if she's okay.
⋆｡ ˚ not your fault
summary ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ dean sees what your boyfriend does in the corner of a bar and has to make sure you’re okay
pairing ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ dean winchester x reader ( f )
wordcount ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ 568 genre ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ angsty / comfort
warnings ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ abusive relationship, public intimidation, grabbed wrist, protective dean, brief confrontation, emotional comfort, non-romanticized abuse
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you tell yourself it isn’t that bad. that’s the sentence that keeps you sitting there with your hands around a sweating glass, shoulders tucked in, smile pulled tight enough to hurt.
the bar is loud, all clinking bottles and bad music and sticky floors, but somehow his voice still cuts through everything. “don’t embarrass me,” your boyfriend mutters, fingers closing around your wrist under the table. too tight.
you go still. “i’m not,” you say quietly.
“then stop looking around.”
you weren’t. not really. you were just trying to breathe without making it obvious.
across the room, dean notices.
you don’t know him well—not enough for this, not enough for the shame that crawls up your throat when his eyes land on your wrist, then your face.
he’s at the pool table with sam, beer in hand, grin already gone.
your boyfriend leans closer. “what did i just say?”
“let go,” you whisper.
he doesn’t. then dean is there. not loud at first. just suddenly beside the table, calm in a way that feels more dangerous than shouting. “she said let go.”
your boyfriend looks up, scoffing. “mind your business.”
dean’s jaw ticks. “yeah, see, i was trying to.”
the grip on your wrist tightens once, mean and panicked, and you wince before you can hide it.
that’s all it takes.
dean moves fast, catching his arm and peeling his hand off you with enough force to make him stumble out of the booth. not a show. not some heroic bar fight fantasy. just a hard, clean stop.
“touch her again,” dean says, voice low, “and you won’t be able to jerk off for months.”
sam is already there too, bigger than the moment, speaking to the bartender, getting your boyfriend shoved toward the door while he curses and spits ugly things that make your stomach fold in on itself.
you don’t move. you can’t, for a second.
then dean turns back to you, and his whole face changes. softer. careful. “hey,” he says, crouching a little so he isn’t looming over you. “you hurt?”
you stare at your wrist. the skin is red. not broken. somehow that makes you feel stupid, which is stupid itself. “i’m okay,” you lie.
dean doesn’t call it a lie. he just nods, slow. “okay. can i sit?”
you blink at him. the asking almost breaks you. “yeah,” you whisper.
he slides into the booth across from you, leaving space, leaving air. his hands stay visible on the table, gentle and still. “none of that was your fault,” he says.
your mouth twists. “you don’t know anything about it.”
“don’t need to know everything to know that.” too honest. too simple.
your eyes burn, and you hate it. hate that someone being kind feels more frightening than someone being cruel. “i don’t know what to do,” you admit, barely audible.
dean’s expression flickers, hurt tucked behind restraint. “you don’t have to figure it out in the next ten seconds.”
outside, your boyfriend is still yelling. inside, dean doesn’t look away from you.
“but you’re not leaving with him tonight,” he says, quiet. “not unless you choose to. and if you need a ride, a room, a phone call, anything—my brother and i can help.”
you breathe in. it shakes.
dean doesn’t touch you. he just stays there, steady across the sticky bar table, waiting like your answer matters more than his anger.
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summary ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ the sweet christian girl who’s been trying to save sam winchester’s soul decides the fastest way to reach him is on her knees
pairing ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ sam winchester x christian!reader ( f )
wordcount ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ 884 genre ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ smut !!
warnings ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ explicit sexual content, blasphemy, semi-public sex inside a church confessional, oral sex (m!receiving), religious kink, corruption kink, power imbalance vibes, sam being shocked but very into it
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you’ve been watching sam winchester for weeks.
he sits in the back pew every sunday, tall frame folded awkwardly, hazel eyes distant like he’s somewhere else entirely. you told yourself it was your duty to bring him to the light. but the longer you watched those broad shoulders and those long fingers, the more your prayers started to drift somewhere darker.
tonight the church is empty, candles flickering low. you cornered him after he wandered in looking for “some quiet.” now he’s sitting inside the old wooden confessional, knees spread, looking up at you like you’ve grown a second head.
“you’re serious?” his voice is low, rough with disbelief.
you sink to your knees between his legs, the hem of your modest sundress brushing the dusty floor. your hands slide up his thighs, bold in a way that surprises even you.
“i want to save you, sam,” you whisper, fingers working his belt open with surprising steadiness. “and maybe… this is how god sent me to do it.”
his breath catches hard when you pull him out, already half-hard and thickening in your palm. he’s big. thicker than you imagined during those restless nights when you touched yourself whispering his name like a sin.
“fuck—sweetheart…” sam’s hand hovers near your cheek, unsure. “you don’t have to—”
you lean forward and take him into your mouth before he can finish the sentence.
the groan that tears out of him is filthy, echoing off the wooden walls of the confessional like a cursed soul crying out. it’s loud. too loud for this holy place.
the sound shoots straight between your legs.
you suck him deeper, tongue sliding along the underside, cheeks hollowing. sam’s head falls back against the wooden panel with a dull thud. “jesus christ,” he hisses, then immediately lets out a breathless laugh. “shit—sorry.”
you pull off just enough to murmur, “it’s okay. you can say his name.” your voice is soft, almost sweet, completely at odds with the way you’re licking a slow stripe up the length of him. “i like hearing you lose control.”
then you sink down again, taking him further until he bumps the back of your throat. your eyes water but you don’t stop, relaxing your jaw and swallowing around him. sam’s hips jerk, a broken moan spilling from his lips. his hand finally settles in your hair.
“you’re—fuck, you’re really doing this,” he breathes, awe thick in his voice. “in here. on your knees for me like a good little—”
you hum around him and his words cut off into another low, wrecked sound. the confessional feels too small, too warm. every wet suck, every quiet gag, every tiny moan you can’t hold back fills the sacred space.
sam’s thighs tense under your palms. he’s trying so hard to stay quiet now, but he can’t. not when you take him so deep your nose brushes the dark hair at his base and swallow again.
that’s it—good girl,” he whispers, voice strained and reverent. his fingers tighten gently in your hair, guiding you just a little faster. “just like that. you’re taking me so well… fuck, look at you.”
you glance up at him through wet lashes. his eyes are blown dark, lips parted, chest rising and falling fast. the sight of sweet, shy christian you with your mouth full of him seems to break something in his brain.
you pull back just enough to whisper, voice hoarse, “after this… i’ll pray for both of us.” then you dive back down, sucking harder, faster, one hand stroking what you can’t fit in your mouth.
sam’s moans grow louder, rougher, bouncing off the confessional walls like sacrilege. his hips start rocking gently, fucking your mouth with careful restraint even as his control frays. “i’m—shit, i’m close,” he warns, voice cracking.
you don’t pull away. you take him deeper, humming encouragement, eyes locked on his. sam comes with a choked groan that sounds almost pained, hips stuttering as he spills down your throat. you swallow every drop, gentle and obedient, until he’s trembling and oversensitive.
when you finally sit back on your heels, lips swollen and shiny, you fold your hands neatly in your lap like you’re back in sunday school.
sam stares down at you, chest heaving, looking thoroughly ruined and completely in awe. “you’re…” he lets out a shaky laugh, dragging a hand through his hair. “you’re not what i expected from bible study.”
you smile softly, a little shy again now that the heat is fading, even as his taste still lingers on your tongue. “god works in mysterious ways,” you murmur, voice sweet and honest.
then you lean forward, pressing one last gentle kiss to the head of his softening cock before tucking him back into his jeans with careful fingers.
“now,” you say, standing up and smoothing down your dress like nothing happened, “kneel with me. we should probably pray for forgiveness.”
sam looks up at you, stunned, flushed, and already half-hard again. but he doesn’t argue. he just slides off the bench and drops to his knees beside you, shoulder brushing yours in the cramped space, the faint scent of candle wax and sex hanging heavy in the air. the candles keep burning, flickering like they know exactly what kind of salvation just took place.
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