#we confess

Take me home, to the tree, So we find.

Limb-by-limb and inch-by-inch, We climb, we climb, we climb.

sub!dean: hello i am sub!dean and it has been... *checks watch* maybe 15 minutes since my last submission, CONFESSION, i meant confession

switch!mish: yes my child what sins do you need to submit? or confess whatever same difference.

sub!dean: basically i am a terrible sucker for fics in which twinky garrulous cheeky pretty-lipped low-self-esteem-because-trauma rentboys are saved, via their fortunate long-term encounters with quiet fierce eccentric and highly-structured and/or OCD tops. *drifts into reverie, startles out of it*

sub!dean: so does this mean--am i going to hell? for being so turned on by methodical unrushed deliberate doms who happen to know that what their impatient little masochistic subs really need is to be praised and taken care of as well as tenderly used and beaten until they melt into the bedclothes, it's, i just—*sputters to a halt*

switch!mish: i mean tbf it kind of sounds like you're already there. let those among us who have not daydreamed of sub!dean--of fresh-faced, delicate-featured dean winchester begging to be fucked on-slash-over every surface, purposefully butting heads with his dom in order to wind up over their knee and spanked senseless like he fucking deserves, fighting against aftercare but then slowly giving into it and craving the cuddling and petting and coddling like it's a goddamned religious experience--cast the first stone

switch!mish: speaking of which take over for me i should probably confess too. bring a comfy chair this might take a while.