and you know what i love? is that i'm pretty sure i've written this, almost exactly. (left it in secret, though -- you're much braver than i am.) like, literally, almost exactly.
Love the atmosphere of this, this flash of darkness, so to speak. Drunken and fumbling and John almost out of it and Dean doing what he wants and nothing being clear. :D
Da-yum. I swear, nobody does daddycest like you, girl.
I'm not your fucking baby,” he whispers, harsh and bitter, grinds the growing hardness of his erection against John’s hip as if to punctuate the point.
*melts into a puddle of goo*
Um. Now if only I could make my 17-year-old Sam say that to Dad with half as much conviction, that slashfest story of mine wouldn't be stuck in my brain just short of porn. Hmmm.
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and you know what i love?
is that i'm pretty sure i've written this, almost exactly. (left it in secret, though -- you're much braver than i am.)
like, literally, almost exactly.
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Still, hive mind. Awesome. Thanks :)
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:D
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i have been corrupted converted.
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:D Thanks!
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I'm not your fucking baby,” he whispers, harsh and bitter, grinds the growing hardness of his erection against John’s hip as if to punctuate the point.
*melts into a puddle of goo*
Um. Now if only I could make my 17-year-old Sam say that to Dad with half as much conviction, that slashfest story of mine wouldn't be stuck in my brain just short of porn. Hmmm.
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Glad you enjoyed :D Thank you!
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Thanks :)
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