Warning: Swearing, unprotected sex, blacked out drunk, getting married in Vegas, smoking, angst, fluff, draaaaaaama!!
After a long weekend in Vegas, you wake up next to Steve Rogers with a
five carat ring on your hand. A blacked out wedding in Vegas, made you
Mrs. Rogers and neither of you remember a thing. The two of you agree to
keep it a secret to have it taken care of when you get back to the
city, but will Steve stick to the plan?? When the team starts to pick up
on things going on with the two of you, they’ve got a lot of questions
themselves, and you don’t have the answers to explain. Divorce lawyers,
witnesses, plus signs, marriage licenses, and lies…. Will things work
out or will you say the wrong thing and kick yourself later?
G.I. Joe Vamp Mk II, 1984. Fully restored. I’ve had this vehicle for a while just waiting to be restored and finally got to it. I never had this as a kid but always thought it was pretty awesome. The scorpion symbol on the side of the jeep always stood out to me.
I had to piecemeal this to be able to get a complete one but over time was able to get everything, including the Tan Clutch figure. The steering wheel was the painful piece. It ended up costing me more than the figure or the rest of the vehicle.
Normal restoration process of cleaning, decal removal, polish and new decal replacement but with the added bonus of repairing (super glue) the turret housing where the missile turret connects with the jeep. I think it held and the missile turret works (spins and stays in place) I’m just afraid to remove it and possibly damage it more so for now it stays
Request(s): ‘Hey girl! I absolutely adore your blog😍 i wanted to know if you could maybe write a part 2 to congratulations the Jimmy imagine? I love your writing! If you don’t want to I will completely understand maybe a happy ending?’ + ‘Can you maybe do a second part of Congratulations?? Pretty please?’
Hiding in Amazon Eve’s caravan is what you have been doing. You don’t want to see Jimmy but you can’t just up and leave. Contrary to what he said, you were apart of this family. It is the only one you have.
Eve stands tall in front of you, hands on her hips. “Y/N, you’re coming to breakfast.” She states; her ruby red lips in a firm frown. You shake your head from your position on the cot, curled up in yourself. “Don’t shake your head at me! You’re coming. Do I need to drag you or not?” She adjusts her lavender top.
Sighing, you get up with a sniffle. Not bothering to clean yourself up, you clutch the tan nightgown you’re wearing while shuffling out the door. Eve follows after you, grabbing a robe to throw over you.
The wind hits your face and you frown, going to the tent with picnic tables. Jimmy sees you, standing up and walking towards you with his hands in his pockets. “Go away, Jimmy.” You scowl, turning away from him. It doesn’t matter if he’s sober at this time, you don’t want to speak to him. Not after what he told you.
A frustrated sigh drops from his lips. Suddenly both his hands hug your waist, spinning you around so your eyes meet his. “Y/N, look I’m sorry I said you didn’t belong here, it was fuckin’…I shouldn’t have said that-”
“But you did!” You interrupt, slamming the plate on the wood table. Everyone, including Jimmy, jumps. You’re never violent like that. “I was trying to help, Jimmy! I was trying to be a good girlfriend! You pushed me away! You said those nasty things; making me feel like an outcast to everyone! I-” Tears choke you and you hide behind your hand, sprinting back to Eve’s trailer.
Paul shoves Jimmy, pointing after you; eyes wide. Taking a hint, the lobster boy runs to the trailer, banging on the door. “Please! I just lost my ma; I can’t lose you too!” He cries, forehead hitting the metallic door. “I know I’m a moron for saying that shit and-and I can’t take it back; if I could, I would in a heartbeat.” He sighs, wiping his stray teardrops off his tanned face. “W-when you said don’t touch me…it was like my entire world shattered.” He sniffles, picking his head up so you can open the door. His pink eyes look at yours. “Ya belong here, babydoll; with Eve, Paul, Suzie, Pep-”
Your lips latch onto his; arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer by his blue button down shirt collar. “You-are-so-dumb-sometimes-Jimmy-Darling!” You say in between smooches, hands traveling to the nape of his neck. He smirks when you pull away. “One condition.” You raise your pointer finger.
He nods, grabbing both of your hands. “Anything, babydoll, anything. Just say the word.” He promises, brown orbs wide.
“I come back to the caravan; we have sex, cuddle, kiss, talk, everything. I miss you.” You pout, caressing his chubby cheek. He doesn’t answer; simply picks you up and walks to the other side of camp. You belong here; you belong with Jimmy.
I just love your style! Can you post a wishlist or something like that? I'm traveling and looking for cute purses and bags to buy... (Hello from Brazil :D )
ALL THE OLYMPIA LE-TAN BOOK CLUTCHES! (My faves are Botticelli and Cat Among the Pigeons.)
These are all Dolce&Gabbana bags. They’re just too beautiful for us mere mortals, they belong in a fairy tale. (Madama Butterfly one is made of Mother-of-Pearl for god’s sake I’m losing my mind it’s so pretty!!)
Aaaand, on a more serious note, these basic ones; Mansur Gavriel, Salvatore Ferragamo ‘Aileen bag’, Saint Laurent High School bag(medium, never quilted), and JW Hulme iPad clutch. (Superb brand + relatively cheap. I have their ‘Legacy’ bag.)
(It might be hard to find the Saint Laurent one because I’ve been looking around FOR AGES and it’s sold out everywhere. It’s one of the few French bags that I actually like because you can remove the YSL tag, I HATE logos on my stuff, why would I carry some random French guy’s initials around??)
Okay, these two are really expensive but they’re so pretty and if I won’t add them to this list I’ll die; Mark Cross Croc Box bag(it’s $17,500, a girl can dream k?) and the most beautiful of them all Silvia Furmanovich Desert Moon clutch. It’s probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on($7,110).
This was fun but now I’ll just go and wallow in self-despair because of that Furmanovich clutch. (PS; Funny that you’d mention you’re from Brazil one of my friends JUST came back from Sao Paulo.)
Request:Hey can I request a shot where the reader’s family disowns her for falling in love with Dean Winchester. (She was in an arranged to a vampire to pay off a family debt.) so the vampire hunts her down and try’s to kill her but he is killed my the Winchesters but she ends up severely injured and needs to go to the hospital. (Could he impale her and she says “oh look I’ve been impaled” like Olaf?)
You didn’t know how it all began. Hell, it wasn’t even your decision to be carted off to a vampire but then again, it wasn’t your decision to fall madly in love with Dean Winchester.
You really can’t control the heart. You had meet the Winchester brothers under a very strange circumstance. At least to everyone else it was strange. To you and the brothers it was your typical everyday meetings.
You had been arranged to be married to vampire. Crazy right? Yes. Even though times had been changed you had no choice but to be wedded off to a sleazy vampire to pay off a family debt. You hated your family for this but they didn’t really care as long as they survived anway. Never mind giving up their daughter to a cold blooded murderer who would turn you as soon as they got the choice.
You remembered the look on your familys face when you had told them you wasn’t going to marry Seth. (The vampire).
‘’You what?’’You mother hissed, a horrifed look marking her features as she looked between you and Dean.
‘’Do you have any idea what they will do to us!’’Your father yelled with outrage.
‘’Why don’t you think about your daughter!’’Dean snapped, hand tightneing on yours. ‘’I’d never make a deal to sell my kid! Think about what he’d do to your daughter nevermind yourselves!’’Dean growled, face beet red as he bared his teeth at your parents.
‘’I’m in love with Dean’’You nodded, reassuring yourself. ‘’And I’m staying with him no matter what’’. You stood your ground.
Your mother shook her head, lip twitching with anger as she raised her hand before landing it down sharply on your cheek.
‘’Get out’’She whispered, voice numb. ‘’I SAID GET OUT!’’She screamed, hands grasping your shoulders harshly as she shoved you out. Your mouth was wide open as Dean shoved her hands off and grasped yours.
‘’No need to shove, we’re leaving’’He spat with disgust. Sam was waiting in the Impala, tapping his fingers boredly against the dashboard before he caught the sight of the both of you out of the corner of his eye and straightened up.
‘’Well?’’Sam asked, turning his head to look at you as he waited for an answer. You shook your head, looking down in shame.
‘’We did the right thing, (Y/n)’’Dean smiled, leaning back to squeeze your knee softly and lovingly. Sam nodded in agreement.
‘’He’s right, (Y/n). You shouldn’t stay with them if they sold you to a vampire!’’Sam shrieked, brows raised dramatically. You nodded but no matter what you still loved your parent’s no matter what they did.
‘’Seth is not going to be happy about this’’You whispered in fear, fingers nervously ripping at your nails.
‘’We’re not going to let anyone hurt you’’Dean stated with a serious expression. You smiled softly at him in thanks but you knew something was bound to go wrong.
And you were right..
‘’That’s the one’’The man breathed out to the other man. The stranger lifted up his nearly empty scotch glass as he downed the rest, the liquid burning the back of his throat as he narrowed his eyes on the lovey couple in the end booth.
‘’That’s my girl’’Seth growed, fist curling up tightly as the glass exploded against his tanned complex.
You laughed, clutching tighter onto Dean as you walked down the cold empty streets. Dean grinned at you, chuckling at your stupid joke but spared you anyway and laughed.
You buried your hands into his coat pockets as you felt the harsh wind nip at your skin. Dean only shook his head at you, ears slightly pink as he bit his lip before leaning down to press them against your lips. You had to break the kiss for smiling to much.
‘’Thank you’’You sighed happily, resting your head against his forearm. He pecked your head, brows furrowing before they raised as he smirked.
‘’Wait, I thought you payed for the drinks?’’He laughed. You lifted your head from his arm and smacked his shoulder playfully.
‘’Well no I didn’t Mr.Gentlemen. And anyway’’You hummed, burying your face back into his arm. ‘’That’s not what I was saying thank you too’’.
‘’Then what?’’Dean asked, brows furrowed in pure confusion.
‘’For making me the happiest I’ve ever been’’You whispered, staring up at him with awe. Dean grinned leaning down once mroe to give you a slow loving kiss as he hummed against your lips.
‘’Like wise’’He breathed out happily. You giggled as you rubbed your face against his arm shyly. The whole way back you started to nudge each other playfully, swirving each other off the sidewalks, completely oblivous to the -meant to be-husband, following you and your true love.
As soon as you got back to the motel you kicked your shoes off and flopped down on the bed. You arched your bck to will away the aching only for a heavy weight to pin you back to the bed.
You laughed at the sprawled out Dean laying on your stomach. You ran your fingers through his hair, both stuck in a comfortable silence. It was amazing, you had truly never felt so happy and neither had Dean.
For once, Dean didn’t feel ashamed of himself anymore.
It was all going well… until someone decided to make a obseen comment on the peace.
‘’I see the girl where’s the trousers in this relationship then’’.
You both jumped up, hunter instincts kicking in as Dean slamemd his gun from the back of his jeans and you the same. Your eyes widened in fear of who it was.
Of course it went how you expected it too. Dean and Seth broke out into a fight. You had been thrown against the wall (you had a habit for having that done), and Dean was now bloody with a bruised Seth kicking in his ribs.
You screamed dean’s name trying to get up. Everytime you tried a horrible hot shooting pain would ripple through your ribs and arm and send you back down. You finally managed to drag yourself up, ignoring the pain as you bit down on your lip and jumped on the vamp and pinned him down.
Dean rushed up running to get the machete before you could get hurt. The vamp grinned maniaclly underneath you as he graped your forearms and twisted the both of your round so he was now pinning you down.
‘’You should have came with me. I don’t like being lied to’’He snarled. ‘’Your parents owed me a debt and they squirmed out of it’’He hissed, lips brushing against your cheek as you squirmed under him. Gritting your jaw you glared at seth.
‘’I don’t love you, and I never will’’You spat, literally spitting into his eye. Dean came rushing back, thankful that you were still okay buth Seth managed to smack Dean’s head into the wall and send him unconscious as he slid down the wall, a sickly trail of thick crimson following.
You gasped, anger welling up inside you as Seth took Dean’s gun and pressed it against you neck. You knew this was the end.
‘’Well now you can join your parents’’He hummed with a sickly smile.
‘’W-what?’’You stuttered, eyes widening. The vamp nodded in glee as he patted your cheek.
‘’Oh darling. I told them they would pay if I didn’t get my girl’’Seth coo’d. He sighed in thought as he locked the gun. ‘’Shame, you were exactly my type’’He chuckled.
‘’What? Girls who say no?’’You growled, nails digging into his skin. He laughed loudly as he nodded.
‘’Yes.Actually, I suppose I’ll have one cheeky taste before I put such beauty to waste’’He smirked woflishly as he hissed, fangs appearing. You squirmed trying to hide your neck as he brushed his fangs over your neck.
You shut your eyes, waiting for the sharp bite before a thumping sound sounded and something rolling. You looked up to see his bloody body all over you and his head a few mere inches away from you.
You looked up through watery eyes to see a panting Dean with a bloody machete in his hand. He leaned down, hand reaching out as you allowed him to haul you up.
‘’Hey so I got salad. I know you guys don’t eat salad but it’s about time you di-what the hell happened here?’’Sam breathed out as he opened the door, bags in hand as he observed the bloody scene unfolding before him.
You panted harshly against Dean feeling woozy. Dean caught you just before you fell as Sam rushed over.
‘’(Y/n)…’’Sam trailed off, eyes wide as he looked at the glass sticking out of your bloodied stomach. You looked down along with Dean before looking back up.
A continuation to Sirius and Marlene-Jealousy, Part Three. I hope you guys like it!! Feel free to send any requests you have and I’ll do my best! :) :) :)
“Marlene Iris McKinnon.” The voice, though not overly loud, held a firm tone of authority and conveyed such a strong message that the said girl couldn’t help but freeze amidst her steps, racking her brain for the best way out of the current situation.
Slowly turning on the heel of her foot, Marlene turned with a pained expression on her face; eyes screwed up and nose scrunched as she trudged towards the handsome Marauder, staring her down from across the street.
“Sorry, I’ll go see what he’s running on about. I’ll be right back, I promise.” Marlene shot an apologetic smile over at her blonde date, who nodded curtly and continued to send looks of utter disdain towards the long haired bloke.
Trying her best to ignore the obvious tension between her two male friends, Marlene crunched across the crisp, frosty grass of Hogsmeade, relishing the sound her combat boots made as they broke through the thin layer of ice coating the ground.
“Hi boys.” Marlene pasted a smile on her face, waving at the group of four boys standing in front of her. Peter smiled back while Remus pecked her cheek in greeting; James simply standing beside Sirius and smirking.
“Having fun on your date, Marlene?” Peter stuck his shoe in a mud puddle, then proceeded to frown, realizing what he did.
“It’s been nice so far, yes. So, um, what’d you need, Sirius?” Sirius said nothing, instead just flapped a hand in the air, and waited with his lips pursed until James, Peter, and Remus had all disappeared around the corner, rumbling with laughter about Peter’s shoe.
“What are you doing with him?” Sirius skipped over the teasing or sexual comment with which he usually greeted Marlene, and jutted his chin out in the direction of an increasingly peeved Drew Vanderson. Marlene fiddled with her earring, flashing back briefly to a few days ago, when the fib she had cultivated-with a great amount of encouragement from Sirius-had crashed down all around her.
“Uh, well, funny story, actually. That whole ‘let’s cheer Peter up’ thing…..didn’t really work out so well…..”
“Yeah, no shit.” Sirius grumbled, leaning up against the wall of Honeyduke’s with his arms crossed, one leg kicked up against the brick.
“Well, it was going okay for a while. But, then I guess Drew saw Peter and Emmeline in the Common Room together, and I suppose he looked pretty happy. So the next day he confronted me about the whole thing, and what was I supposed to say?”
“ 'No, Drew, I don’t want to go to Hogsmeade with you’, would’ve been fine. You could’ve even thrown in a smile if it made you feel better.”
“Now that would have been a little rude, Sirius. Besides, I already told you, I genuinely like Drew.” At this, Sirius rolled his grey eyes, using his left foot to push himself away from the wall as he closed the space between him and Marlene, accentuating their height difference.
“As more than a friend?” The green eyed beauty felt Sirius’ breath hit her cheeks, rebounding to disappear into the chilly air in puffs of wispy vapor, and felt her heart rate quicken-something she had been noticing more and more recently around the Hogwarts player.
Marlene found herself at a loss for words, the lack of distance between Sirius’ handsome face and hers, how their stomachs were almost touching, the way his eyes seemed to travel, then lock onto yours and pull you in until there was no going back taking up too much of her concentration.
“Hate to interrupt,” At the sound of a voice-not so husky and deep as the Quidditch Beater in front of her-Marlene felt her feet lift off the ground, clutching her tan jacket as she jumped in surprise. “But would you mind talking to my date later?”
“Drew! Oh my god, I’m so sorry, this….took longer than I expected.” Marlene laughed nervously, swallowing the lump in her throat that simply wouldn’t disappear; something Marlene wished she could do right at that very moment. She received nothing more than a grunt in response, and her slender fingers immediately flew to the artfully loose curls spilling out of her graceful updo.
“Actually, I would mind, Vanderson.”
“Oh no.” Marlene mumbled, screwing her eyes shut and taking a long, therapeutic breath. She knew that tone in Sirius’ voice-and it meant the situation would turn out to be anything but good. And here he was, challenging another boy who she knew had a fragile ego.
Well, this is going to get real bad, real fast.
“Oh, really, and why is that?” Drew took a step closer to Sirius, but failed to look intimidating to the grey eyed boy, due to the fact that Sirius had Drew by at least three inches.
Okay, Marlene, fights are nothing new for you; you’ve grown up with them. Just step in and intervene, stop this before it even starts.
“………so why don’t you just leave?” Marlene’s eyes flew wide open as she realized she had missed the majority of what Sirius had been saying to Drew, but by the look on the blonde’s face, she could tell it hadn’t been particularly kind.
Drew took yet another step closer, as did Sirius, and Marlene took a deep breath, placing her palm on each boys steadily heaving chest, looking earnestly into each set of eyes.
“Guys, can’t we just settle this….um, peacefully? Really, it’s not that big of a-”
“You know what, Marlene, let’s just leave, yeah?” Drew made a grab for Marlene’s wrist, starting to tug her away from the other fuming male, until suddenly he was staggering back, a meaty hand flying to his jaw and yelling the longest string of profanities Marlene had ever heard from a Hogwarts pupil.
Marlene completely vanquished from Drew’s mind, his middle finger was thrown up in the air as he stalked away, as the girl stood, open mouthed, frozen in place.
“SIRIUS!” Feeling a sudden spurt of energy, the sunshine blonde whipped around, digging her nails into the flesh of her hand to keep the frustration from bubbling over. The new surge of anger was new to Marlene, and quite frankly, a little scary. She was the sweet tempered, nice one of her little group of friends, and Sirius was a little taken aback, to say the least. “That was my DATE, who you were incredibly rude to!”
“Does it look like I care?” The nonchalance in which Sirius approached the situation further irritated Marlene, and the green eyed bookworm took a few breaths in order to quell her anger before starting to speak.
“Well you should. Look, for two weeks-no, more than two weeks-you have had me on edge and out of focus because I’m so busy contemplating your actions! I am so confused about……everything you’ve been doing! So, please, if you want to spare me a full on panic attack, tell me what’s going on.”
“I don’t like Drew.”
“That doesn’t mean you just punch him! He didn’t provoke you in any way-”
“That’s bullshit, Mar-”
“-so the fact that you just scared him off-wait, what….what…..what are you doing?” Marlene’s breath-and her words-caught in her throat as she felt a hard, muscular body pressed against hers, her back soon hitting the brick wall Sirius was leaned up against only a few minutes before.
“Giving you everything that idiot can’t.”
It was like someone had poured salt in Marlene’s veins; tingles shot all around her body as Sirius attacked her neck with his lips, biting and kissing every square inch of skin that he could.
Come on, Marlene, show some restraint, for Merlin’s sake!
“Sirius, no! Not until you explain what……this is!” Marlene’s hands flew in the air, making wild gestures as Sirius groaned and tilted his head back; Marlene’s neck feeling strangely chilled with no warm lips on it.
“Look, Blondie, you’re way too nice to people, it’s almost annoying, and you really need to stop following so many rules, not to mention you’re a total nerd. But you are my nerd, and I don’t intend on sharing.” Marlene squinted as his words sped through her mind, each brain cell racing to compute and configure exactly what he meant.
“Wait….is that you’re way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” She asked, a shy smile making its way onto her lips, then traveling up to meet her eyes.
“Is that your way of saying yes?”
“I suppose so. But there’s no way you’re getting me to break a rule.”
“We’ll just see about that.” Sirius bit his lip and smirked at Marlene-his girlfriend-before leaning back down and connecting his lips with hers; and this time, she smiled and kissed him back, happiness radiating from every pore, not even noticing the bruised, short blonde staring from across the street, confusion written across his face.
Because, let’s face it, Marlene McKinnon was making out with Sirius Orion Black, and who would want to stop that?
@quirjyturkey and I were talking the other day and she was throwing Destiel smut ideas at me basically, and I really liked her ideas, so I stole one of them and decided to try to write my first smut…
…I hope this one shot does your idea justice, Chloe. <3
Dean Winchester slipped into his shower early Sunday morning, his nicest clothes ready so he can get ready for his fathers ceremony at church in two hours. As an 18 year old, it was hard enough to get up at 8 in the morning for church on a weekend, but even harder to have to be the son of the pastor and be there before anyone else. So as a solution he made it a habit to wake up at 6 in the morning so he had enough time to take a shower and head over across the street to get a cup of coffee to wake up to. After sitting in hot water for long, with zero success of seeming any closer to being awake enough to be considered functional, Dean grabbed a hold of the handle and braced himself. Quickly, he jerked the handle towards cold and fell backwards as icy water hit his bare skin. Feeling like this made some sort of progress he hastily turned the water off and grabbed a towel. He dried off, slicked his hair back, and walked to his bedroom with the towel wrapped around his waist. He had already prepared out his clothing- a white button down shirt and black slacks- and he dressed into those and threw on his shoes. His father always said that a Pastors son should dress nice when presenting himself at church, and Dean took that to heart. He looked up to his father, but he never thought he could live up to being a pastor like his father. One reason being that John Winchester was so great at what he did, the other being that certain actions Dean did made him not accepted in the Lord’s eye. Dean cast his thoughts aside- it was too early for this- and he walked over to the donuts shop across the street and ordered himself a cup of coffee, which he drank on his way to his fathers church. Once he arrived at the church doors, it was already 7:30, and he was half way done with his coffee, but about 70% awake. “Hey son. Would you mind helping me set up these tables?” John Winchester had already been there for a couple hours, Dean was sure of. Doing what, he didn’t really know, but he never questioned it either. This church was his fathers passion. “Sure Dad.” Dean said, and with that he chugged the rest of his coffee, tossed it in a nearby bin, and spent the next half an hour setting up tables in silence with his father. By the end of the day, the tables would be filled with hundreds of canned foods for the homeless. By 8:30 most of the church was packed, and by noon the church was once again vacant besides Dean and John Winchester. “Dean, I have to go over to the Murbarries house today. Susies grandmother is very ill and they want me there to bless her. After that I have a few other house calls, so I need you to take over confessionals today, can you do that for me son? Normally our heaviest days are Friday and Saturdays, I hardly have anyone coming in on Sundays, so you should be good.” John gestured over to the small divided booth that sat in the back corner of the church, slightly hidden from the main area where Deans father preached and the church goers sat. Dean nodded to his father, “Of course.: John smiled, pleased with his son. The approving look on his fathers face first filled Dean with joy, than immediately he felt guilty, knowing that John thought this was a sign Dean would follow in his footsteps. "That’s my boy. You know the drill. I’ll see you and Sammy for dinner.” Dean settled down in a chair that was visible from the Church doors as his father walked out. He wanted to make sure that if anyone did come, they would know he was there. He pulled out a book he brought with him and eventually found himself lost in the story. Around four hours had passed before he heard the door open. Dean looked up from his book and his eyes connected with the striking blue eyes of another boy around Deans age. His eyes were soft, and his hair was dark and messy. He was dressed in black skinny jeans, and Dean allowed his eyes to linger guiltily around his crotch area. He also worse a black long sleeve shirt, a tan trenhcoat clutched between his fingers was thrown over his shoulders as he walked in- slanted in, Dean thought. The boy was smirking at Dean, making him flush deeply when he realized how long he had been staring. “H-how can I help you?” Dean muttered, closing his book and standing up quickly, tripping slightly as he did so. The boy’s smirked widened and his eyes seemed to eat up Deans appearance, making him fidget slightly. “You’re the pastors son, right? I was hoping to come here for a confession. I’m Castiel, by the way.” He added in, almost as an afterthought. “Right, yeah a confession. This way then, Castiel. I’m filling in for my father today under his orders. You can just call me Dean, if you’d like.” Dean lead the way to the little confession booth, taking the right side and sliding the door closed as he listened to Castiel shuffled into the other half of the booth next to him. “Okay, Dean.” Castiels voice was nearly angelic like, and the way he said Dean’s voice sent chills down his spine. “I have a serious confession to make here, and I’m not sure what the Lord will make of it.” “I’m sure he will forgive you, tell me your sins.” Dean has said the words so many times before it came to him naturally. He held his shaky hands in his lap, trying to rid his mind of his own sinful thoughts as well. “You see, there’s this person I like. Someone I lust deeply for. I watch him closely when he is unaware of it.” Dean’s heart skipped as he took note of Castiels word choice. He? “The problem is, he’s the pastors son, and I am worried I will never have a chance with him.” Dean’s eyes dilated and he could feel sweat on his back, his hands were shaking even more and his heart pounded so loudly in his ears he feared he would miss a word of what Castiel would say. Dean wasn’t sure how to answer, so he stayed quite for a moment to see if Castiel would say anymore. He didn’t have to wait long, however, before Castiel continued to talk, as if he had rehearsed what he was going to say before he came here. “If the Lord truly does forgive me, than I supposed I will see the pastors son next Sunday, while his father is preaching, here in the confessional once again.” And with that he got up and left, his trenchcoat flicking as he walked out the door. Dean sat in the confessional, unable to move, unable to believe what he had just listened to. Castiel had his eyes set on Dean- possibly for a while- and he wasn’t worried about forgiveness, he was worried about whether Dean would be able to view him the same way. For the rest of the evening, Dean thought it over and over. He wanted to meet Castiel. He wanted to be with him and he wanted to do things with him. Things so sinful he was surely to guarantee himself a spot in hell for even thinking them. But how would he get around his homophobic father? Dean had never confided in anybody about his fantasies of boys- had never wanted to see the shame in his fathers face if he ever found out. But by the time he woke up on Sunday morning and walked into his fathers church, he didn’t see any way he was going to miss out on what Castiel had to say in the booth. Dean placed himself in the booth and listened to his father begin preaching. While the church goers seemed occupied, and by the time Dean had begun to loose hope that Castiel would come (maybe this was some sick joke he wanted to play, maybe he saw the way I looked at him and he knew right away I was into guy, maybe he just wanted to see if the good little pastors boy would wait around for a potential homo romance) the door to his booth opened and Castiel slipped in next to Dean, seemingly unnoticed by anyone else. Dean was shocked. “W-wh-” “Sh!” Castiel put his hand over Deans mouth and leaned in close to him. His lips brushed the outside of Deans ear, his hot breath making Dean hot in more places than his neck. “Do you want to get caught?” Castiel breathed in his ear. Dean shook his head. “Than I advise you to be very, very quite, Mr. Dean Winchester.” Dean’s cock began to erect in his pants at Castiels assertiveness, he went to cover up the noticeable bulge in his pants when Castiel removed his hand from Dean’s face and grabbed a hold of his wrists instead. “There’s no need to hide that there, big boy.” Castiel breathed again, causing Dean’s knees to feel increasingly weak. “I can put that to a lot of use.” And with that, he moved behind Dean, unbuttoning his pants as he did so. “Take off your belt and unbutton your pants.” Although his voice was still barely a breath against his neck, Dean could tell a command when he was given one. Immediately, Dean did as he was told, and he felt Castiel’s hand trail from his hip down to his rock hard cock. His cold hand began to feel the length of Dean’s shaft. “C-Castiel!” Dean moaned, louder than Castiel had been speaking. He felt a hand go around his mouth again. “One, just Cas, is fine. Two, you have one big mouth on you and I’m hoping it’s going to be able to be put to more than just getting us busted in here. Three…” His voice got softer, his hand starting to stoke Dean’s cock. “You have one hell of a boner for a pastors son whom the entire town thinks is straight.” His hand twisted slightly as it reached the tip of Dean’s penis, causing him to lean back into Cas and letting out a soft moan, his eyes closing at the feeling of what this strange boy was doing to him. Dean could also feel Cas’s erect cock against his backside through their clothes. “Remember,” Cas said, as he removed his hand once more. He bit the inside of Dean’s neck as he continued to jerk Dean off, John’s voice clear as day as he continued to preach to the church- unaware that his son was having a rendezvous with another boy in the confessional behind him. Cas put one finger to Dean’s lips in a “Shh” gesture, and after Dean nodded against his finger, Cas removed his hand from Dean’s cock and grabbed a fistful of the back of Dean’s slicked back hair. Cas pushed his head forward, causing Dean to bend over as much as he could in the tight space. He removed his hand and exposed Dean’s ass, running a hand along it as the other brought his own hard cock out of his pants. He stroked himself for a few moments as Dean braced his hands on either side of the wall, not wanting to fall due to his increasingly weak knees, nor fall forward when Cas entered him. Without warning, Cas rammed into Dean. Dean let out a little yelp, his muscles clenching against the odd pain that was giving him so much pleasure. His father stopped speaking for a moment (Is there anybody hurt?) causing the church goers to stir and look around for a moment. Luckily, Cas’ reflexes were quick. He had threw his hand back over Dean’s mouth and drew his body close- his erect cock still buried deep in Dean’s ass. After a moment’s of silence, the preaching continued, and Cas bit Dean’s earlobe. “Sounds like I might have to buy you a muzzle.” He said, with an obvious hint of amusement in his voice. With his hand still tight over Dean’s mouth, he began moving himself in and out of Dean’s ass. Each trust in got a little deeper, a littler harder, a little faster. Soon, Cas was ramming his entire length into Dean, pounding against his prostate. It took all Dean had to hold himself up as his body was racked with pleasure, muffled moans escaping behind his covered mouth. Castiel used his other hand to reach in front of Dean and grip his cock. With the rhythm of his thrusting, he started jerking off just the tip of Dean’s cock. He added a little twist at the top, and Deans muffled moans got louder. Cas could tell he was saying his name over and over behind his hand, and it turned him on even more. Oh Cas. Oh Cas. Oh CAS. Dean’s knees nearly gave out, and he braced himself harder against the booth walls. The fact that their pants weren’t all the way off muffled any skin on skin contact noise that would normally be made with such vigorous thrusting. Dean was nearly begging for Cas to let up, he was on the verge of cumming, and he didn’t want it to end yet. He was enjoying himself too much. But Cas didn’t let up. If anything, as soon as Dean thought the word, Cas continued to ram harder into Dean. Their bodies pressed against each other, Dean’s neck sore from the angle Cas was holding his head against him. Cas gave one final twist and Dean came all over the booth. The thought of this being evidence of their ironic sin in the confessional didn’t occur to him. Instead, Cas pulled out of Dean and while rubbing his cock, pushed Dean down on his knees, facing him. He let go of Dean’s mouth and instead pinched his mouth open using one hand and forced his wet dick into Deans mouth. In a seemingly fluid motion, Cas mouth fucked Dean until he came in his mouth. It was a lot of sticky substance that Dean wasn’t used to having in his mouth, and as he tried to swallow it all, some of it dribbled down his chin. Cas pulled his pants back up, buttoned them and helped Dean back to his feet. He licked the semen off of Deans chin before kissing him on the mouth. Both of their breathing was rapid, and when Dean placed his hand against Cas’ chest he could feel his heart was beating as wildly as his was. Cas finished kissing him and rested his forehead against Dean’s. They could hear the sound of people leaving the church now, and not until it was empty did Cas speak to him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With a final kiss, Cas pushed past Dean and left the confessional as if nothing happened. He left as if he didn’t leave Dean full of adrenaline and hungry for more.