it still squicks me to high heaven, but i love the textures, the little details (the shirt cuffs, the fly zip). and you win with the power dynamic, as per your john/dean meat/meta. and anyway, i'm willing to submit myself to a squicking from a good fic. i am the beta to your john/dean alpha.
on obligations: i am and i will! because i be a crazy stalker-type.
and seriously, i knew what it was going to be, so i had the option not to look, yeah? re-reading my comment i realise it sounds a bit like *sigh* why you gotta make me read this shit, huh? but that's not how it was intended. didnae mean to rain on your fic. and i did like it.
anyway, i sort of enjoy being squicked. (unless it's hermione/snape)
I'm sitting under a blast of AC and I feel sticky and humid now, from the intensity of the palpable detailing in this story. And I haven't even gotten to how hot the sex is, and it is indeed hot.
OMG. I looked around and I was there, dead on the floor. Melted. In a puddle.
*fervently* thank you :D love the details, the atmosphere, the increased tension, the suffocating small space, all the furniture providing obstacles and at the same time pushing them. wow. thanks :D
This was the first John/Dean fic I read and since I am still adjusting to the idea of Dean/Sam, there were some parts were I, ah, skimmed past because my brain was yelling at me. But y'know, it wasn't nearly as scary as I thought it would be. I kind of think I almost like it more than Dean/Sam. Plus, hey, you have a really fantastic writing style, which helped. I loved the details. I loved how it was written so simply, yet it had this great flow to it and all these hidden wonderful things in it.
Being in this fandom is making me learn things about my own potential kinks, especially with writers like you. Which is all to the good. I adore the ending:
towelling efficiently, movement flowing from loose-liquid to poised, alert, ready. "Yes, sir."
Grounding the hotness into something that is so utterly them - a moment between hunts. NICE.
Wow, this was incredibly hot. I'm still just trying out the John/Dean pairing, but this was one of the best pieces I've read. Daddy and John's hand of Dean's throat made me whimper a bit. *is off to check out your other stuff*
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Guuuuhhhh.
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top job, you!!!
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That said, yay! thank you.
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and seriously, i knew what it was going to be, so i had the option not to look, yeah? re-reading my comment i realise it sounds a bit like *sigh* why you gotta make me read this shit, huh? but that's not how it was intended. didnae mean to rain on your fic. and i did like it.
anyway, i sort of enjoy being squicked. (unless it's hermione/snape)
/stalking
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Wow. *fans self* *applauds you*
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*fervently* thank you :D
love the details, the atmosphere, the increased tension, the suffocating small space, all the furniture providing obstacles and at the same time pushing them.
wow.
thanks :D
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Being in this fandom is making me learn things about my own potential kinks, especially with writers like you. Which is all to the good. I adore the ending:
towelling efficiently, movement flowing from loose-liquid to poised, alert, ready.
"Yes, sir."
Grounding the hotness into something that is so utterly them - a moment between hunts. NICE.
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*is off to check out your other stuff*
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Great departure from "damnyousontakeitlikeaman." Dean knows that if he doesn't get out of that shower John's coming in after him, doesn't he?
The vividness is wonderful.
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