Miscellaneous Imagines

John Winchester x Reader ~ Smut

Walking into the church, she had her hair pulled back into a ponytail, tied up by a baby blue ribbon, which she had learned to be Father John's favorite. She had perfected her makeup and slipped on her favorite Sunday dress.

She knew it was a sin, but she couldn't help but be attracted to the Father, she wanted to catch his attention. To have her look in his direction, even if it was nothing more than his usual kind glance and soft smile after he noticed her staring which caused her to blush anyways.

She took a deep breath before pushing open the tall wooden door that led into the church, it wasn't quite mass yet so she came to see him under the pretense of being curious about confessional, something she'd always been too nervous to try, scared that she'd have to confess all of her sins.

Father John turned to face the entrance of the church as he heard the front doors creak open and there she stood, his favorite little angel. He chuckled to himself at the thought, he knew she watched him during mass, he knew she wanted him, but alas, he was a priest, sworn to God. It would be a sin to take such a young, innocent thing like her, but it's still a shame that he can't.

A damn shame...

"(Y/n)," He stood from where he sat in the pews and smiled at her, approaching her as he held his hands in front of him, "What can I do for you, my child?" He asked, knowing that calling her that wasn't necessary, but it made her blush. He loved seeing her cheeks become all tinted with pink, although those weren't the only cheeks he'd like to see tinted with pick. Lord help him.

"Hello, Father." She definitely blushed making his smile widen slightly. She stood straight and pushed a wrinkle out of her dress, "I came to ask about confessional?" She asked shyly, hardly even looking up to meet his eyes.

"Of course." He encouraged, ducking his head a little as he placed a warm hand on her back, "I've noticed you've never partaken in doing them." She looked up at him worriedly with wide eyes like she had done something wrong, but he only chuckled and shook his head, "And that's perfectly ok, (y/n)." He reassured her, watching as she relaxed a little.

He gently led her over to the wall that was lined with three different booths, "Would you like to try now, (y/n)?" He asked her, moving to stand in front of the curtain covering the front of the booth that he would go into.

She nodded her head and he grinned, "Alright. Just go ahead and get situated in this booth here," He gestured to the booth next to his, "You can kneel or sit, it doesn't really matter. Whatever you're most comfortable with." He nodded his head before moving into his booth and pulling the curtain shut.

(Y/n) slowly moved into the booth next to Father John's and pulled her curtain shut, she opted for sitting instead of kneeling and said a quick prayer before John pulled the little window open so he could hear her.

She took a deep breath before letting it out slowly, "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." She said softly, looking down at her hands and John nearly exploded then and there, but he took a steading breath and sat up straighter, 'Focus John...' He told himself.

"How long has it been since your last confession my child?" John asked, wanting so badly to just turn a little and stare at her through the little slits in the window, but he had to stay professional.

"I- Um... Never.." She stuttered and said, obviously embarrassed, he wished he could see the deep blush that was most definitely rising on her cheeks. "Is that ok, Father?"

John bit into his lip at the way she said his title, "That perfectly ok. Why don't start by telling me your lesser sins first and we'll work our way up."