Fic: Wedding Crashed (Supernatural, NC-17, Sam/Dean) for Kalliel (coauthored with dragonspell)

[moragmacpherson]

Title: Wedding Crashed
Authors: moragmacpherson and dragonspell
Betas: Many thanks for the group efforts of callowyn, sistabro and jaimeykay.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Slash, PWP
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Word Count: 9,780
Timeline: Season six, post "Like a Virgin" but prior to "Frontierland"
Disclaimer: Supernatural is the property of Eric Kripke and the CW and their associated corporate identities
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Comments

[kalliel]

And shit, I'm running out of time before I need to be dressed and watered and out the door, but back on the more personal scale. SHOWER SCENE. SHOWER SCENE. BEAUTIFUL H/C. BEAUTIFUL SEXUAL UNDERTONES. BEAUTIFUL WINCHESTERS. And oh god, all of the tongues and the kissing and the mouths and and and. And Sam feather-touching a soap bar down Dean's hip OH GOD. <3_____________________<3

Favorite lines from this part:
Dean's really not okay, and he's too damned tired to hide how stiffly he's moving as he makes his way to the bed. Which is again, more introductory than anything else, but it's these kind of descriptions I seize on when I'm getting my h/c on. They open so much to the imagination. And you just have to read them over and over and over again to feed the fantasy.

He can feel Sam smiling against his shoulder. Because apart from the obvious role of the mouth in this action, I love the tactility of it. You can feel lips against shoulder, and it's just nggggh so wondrous. I feel like all I'm doing is abusing superlatives at this point but you know what? THAT'S YOUR FAULT. MINDBLOWN = ALL THE PRAISE IN THE WORLD, WELL-DESERVED.

There was so much specificity that built this fic, so many things that I loved, I was actually kind of curious to see what all I'd written in the creepersheet. After looking it makes SO MUCH SENSE. Because with all of these things, I was naturally like, :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD throughout, but it hadn't occurred to me at a conscious level why. Because even though this is a kink cookbook fic, in the sense that there's a list of kinks and you specifically looked to include them, everything happened so naturally, it never actually felt like that. And that's really amazing, especially given the sheer NUMBER OF KINKS YOU INCLUDED. The fence-jumping, sartorial kink (like whoa, indeed!), breathplay of all sorts, hips, and LOOKING LIKE SHIT AND STILL BEING HOT. XDDDDDDDD And even the wedding! When Ali mentioned it above, I was like, wait, wedding? Did I list wedding as a kink? So when I looked I was like OHHHHHHHHHH, THAT.

Okay, I can feel the coherence just slipping away all too rapidly here, but unfunfunf to everything about this fic, forever. I think in all my time in fandom I've had less than a handful of fandom things made specifically for me, and it really means a lot. Especially coming from you all, people whom I adore and respect and want to keep in my non-existent basement forever. I hope you had a lot of fun writing it--and given the result, both in length and quality, I get the impression that you did. And that makes me haaaaappyyyyyy.

Than you so, so much you guys, you don't even know. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

[moragmacpherson]

I've been trying to think of ways to respond to this love-letter of a comment, but it all comes down to this: it's all for you, and we're all delighted that you liked it. Also, **points fingers** my collaborators can't take enough credit - the things you liked best were all them.