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Passive-Aggressive Undertaking

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Title: Passive-Aggressive Undertaking
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Pairings: Dean/Ketch/Meg (poly v), Dean/Ketch, Dean/Meg
Square Filled: Enemies to Lovers
Tags: Prank Wars, Business Rivals, Enemies to Lovers, Hate Sex, Rough Sex, Frottage, Polyamory, Poly V, Open Relationships, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Aromantic Dean Winchester, Aromantic Meg Masters, Pansexual Arthur Ketch, Biting, Hair-pulling, Alternate Universe – Modern Setting, funeral homes, Morticians, Fist Fights
Summary: Dean hates Arthur Ketch. It’s bad enough that the asshole keeps stealing his clients, but once they get caught up in a prank war the bastard has the audacity to actually be good at that, too. Meg thinks they should just fuck it out, but Dean’s determined that he’s going to win this one. 

“That motherfucker,” Dean hissed, jerking away from the blinds. He turned away from the window, crossing his arms over his chest, huffing.

“What’d Arty do now?” Meg asked. She was across the room, polishing the dark wood of the china cabinet across the room.

“The Adlers,” Dean said, “he sniped the Adlers.”

“Ouch,” Meg said, pulling a butterscotch candy out of her pocket and plopping it in her mouth.

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This fic only has one lonely little kudo. That kudo needs some friends. 

Also, the fic is good and contains the phrase glitter dicks and I love it and wrote it so give me attention. 

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For the ship thing, Wincestiel?

I’m so sorry this took me so long! I went to bed like 10 minutes before you asked! 

who’s the cuddler: Dean. He’s a hugger by nature, and when he’s most comfortable when he has Sam and Cas wrapped up together with him.
who makes the bed: Dean. Sam gets the corners wrong and Cas doesn’t care so it’s up to Dean.
who wakes up first:  Sam. He likes to exercise in the morning. Dean’s next, usually up to make coffee and breakfast and Cas eventually rolls out of bed last. 
who has the weird taste in music: Sam. He likes the weirdest stuff, 90% of which Dean has no patience for. 
who is more protective: Dean. It’s kind of ingrained into him to protect Sam, so when Cas was added to the mix it was natural to protect both of them. But of course, Cas is willing to do anything for Sam and Dean and Sam’s pretty damn scary when Dean or Cas need him.
who sings in the shower: Dean. And poorly. 
who cries during movies: Again, Dean. Though, there was the Steel Magnolias incident in which all three of them cried like babies. I suppose it depends on what they’re watching. 
who spends the most while out shopping: Cas. Sam and Dean never had a lot growing up so they’re pretty tight with their money (even if they don’t really have to worry about it). Cas is much more willing to buy them all things they want but don’t need. 
who kisses more roughly: Sam. He knows both Cas and Dean can take it, and he’s more than a little demanding at times. 
who is more dominate: Personality wise, it’s Dean. He’s louder and much brasher than either of them. In the bedroom, it’s Cas. He’s bossy. (Though there are times when Sam gives Cas a run for his money.)
gets jealous the most: It’s not that Cas is jealous, it’s just that he feels insecure a lot of the time. Sam and Dean are bonded in a way he’ll never hope to replicate with anyone. Sam sometimes gets a little jealous of how Dean and Cas always seem to be on the same wavelength even when they butt heads. Dean is a little jealous of all Sam and Cas have in common. (He did try to express interest, but some of the podcasts they listen to him make him want to tear his hair out.) 
one headcanon I have: I think one of my favorite headcanons/tropes is that Cas is the whole reason it happens. Like, Dean and Sam have had entirely unbrotherly feelings for each other for years, but they don’t say or do anything about it until Cas decides he’d like to sleep with both of them. So then it’s threesomes with strict “no touching” rules and then maybe coincidental touching is okay. And then, okay, it’s not really that bad if it’s just kissing, right? It’s just kissing. And well, if it’s DP it’s only coincidental that Dean and Sam’s dicks touch. Right? That’s not incest or bad, right? Then… well, maybe Dean can’t help it if Cas is giving him an order to touch Sam, right? He could say no but he maybe doesn’t want to. And then somehow Cas walks in one them making out in the kitchen with a smug as fuck smile. Then everyone’s happy! 
Sorry, that got NSFW. Ooops. 
nicknames: They’re not really “for” nicknames, just more snide terms of endearment. (”bitch” “jerk”) But I would bet that Dean only calls Cas “sunshine” when he’s being a grump and Cas usually enjoys calling Dean “asshole”. Sam doesn’t usually get passive aggressive nicknames thrown at him from Cas. 
my rating of the ship from 1-10: 10

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justanothersaltandburn replied to your post: I signed up for the RSCC (awesome) but I got one…

Kind of giggling because I never even considered that aspect when giving out prompts – we have the whole range of weather where I live.

lol. It’s funny, honestly. And just my luck if I’m honest. I have a habit of getting prompts for challenges that I’m like… huh? But that’s what google and friends who live up north are for. 

We usually do get snow at least twice a winter around here, this year was just odd. And, we’re never prepared for any kind of snow that’s more than a light dusting. A few years back we had a ton of snow storms and power went out in the northern part of the state. Pipes froze all over the place and roofs caved in. It was a disaster.

Weather around here is either windy or hot. That’s pretty much it. 

We live in a valley in the mountains up north, so we get winds like none other, freezing weather in the winter with a ton of snow, and hot af summer weather. Today was just muggy because it was hot as hell plus thunderstorms which ehhh. But. 

Has this happened before btw? Where I’ve tossed you a prompt you were honestly lost on? (Cause if it has I might actually start feeling a little bad lol – the people I know usually get the weird prompts because I know if they can handle it – but if I’ve tossed you some that have been too weird just lemme know!)

Ugh! That’s way too much weather. I know I complain about the heat a lot, but I prefer the dry heat to muggy/humid weather or snow. I’ll keep my boring ol’ desert lol. Though, there are big mountains in the city so those probably get snow. I don’t venture up there much. Too many bears and snakes (I saw a rattlesnake once on a fifth grade field trip – scared the crap out of me). 

It’s happened once or twice but it wa more that I’d never written it before. I got pet play once and that was something I’d never even explored…not complaining though because that was a lot of fun. The colors were tricky but that was fine. I don’t mind getting weird or different prompts, though. That’s part of why I sign up for challenges. I like to push myself so don’t ever worry about giving me weird stuff. If it’s waaay too far out of my comfort zone I’ll let you know. 🙂 

Now I’m really giggling – wild animals are just kinda… The norm here. We have deer, raccoons and the occasional big cat wander through our front yards regularly and I’ve had to help a friend save a baby moose stuck in a rancher’s fence – Never been face to face with a bear but we do have them, they just stay to themselves unless you bug ‘em. Some foxes and wolves too – but again, they keep to themselves. Lots of little critters (fucking hate the squirrels where I live – they’re assholes. I’d rather deal with a fucking bobcat than a pissed off squirrel). Less snakes (too cold) but we have a few (ten species? I think?) but only the rattlesnake is dangerous – the rest aren’t gonna hurt you if you get bit – I’m a big snake lover though so. 

And shit – you’ve been doing rscc that long? Man – time flies. Next months theme is gonna be one that’ll be weird as hell for folks – I’m doing it on account of kink bingo, hoping to help some folks fill a square – a specific brand of adult novelty toy that has quite a reputation for being… Unique.

Geewiz. I’ll stick to the illusion that wild animals are far away. My city is weird as hell, honestly. Like, we have a forest in the middle of the city and mountains not that far from where my grandma lives. (Not to mention the freaking amusement park a block away from my old high school. That has nothing to do with the conversation, I just have to keep mentioning it because it’s weird and random as hell.) So every spring we get bears (usually small ones) wandering into the richer neighbourhoods near the base of the mountains. And there are the occasional coyotes but they don’t like to hang around too much and I’ve heard them more than seen them. We get prairie dogs a lot though. And, you can’t do anything about prairie dogs if they decide to make your yard home because they’re a protected species. Lots of snakes and rats though. I actually mind the rats more, even though I prefer rodents to snakes, because people around here literally get the plauge from rats. My ex was a snake lover. He had a couple of pythons, which I didn’t mind as long as I didn’t have to be around when he fed them. Most of the wild ones around here are rattlers though, and I’m not screwing around with those. 

I have! I think I caught the second round? I’ve missed a few months here and there but I’ve been doing it pretty much since I found it. I can’t believe it’s been almost a year though. Also, now I’m curious… I kinda want to know but I also want to be surprised. 

Lipstick and Love Notes

SPN Rare Ship CC: Round 8 | rosemoonweaver vs. @mariaghost
Prompt: Jelly Bean
Ship: Meg/Abaddon
Word Count: 1,610
Tags/Warnings: AU – human, 1920′s (ish?), burlesque dancers, burlesque dancer!Abaddon, nudity, mild sexual content, open relationships, love notes (more like lust notes honestly), lipstick kink (if that’s a thing)
A/N: The prompt is the color of Meg’s lipstick. I didn’t name it, but the color can be found over here. 
Summary: There’s a note on Abaddon’s vanity. 
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There was a note on her vanity.

Abaddon was no stranger to love notes. She got them at least three times a week. So many lonely men would try to sneak her letters, whether they slid them to the server girls or tried to sneak backstage to leave them for her to find, or even slipped them into her bodice when she walked the floor, but very few of them actually succeeded in catching her attention. Most of the time she checked the names at the bottom first. If it was someone important, a senator or a businessman, or a bootlegger, she’d respond with a little light flirting. If it was a name she didn’t recognize, it went in the trash. Most of them were the same. They’d compare her to the moon, to the sun, drown in the dark pools of her eyes, and beg to lose themselves in her legs. Most of them were written on the same kind of paper, too, all place white and black in. There was so little imagination to any of them.

This one, however, was different. For one, it was on her vanity. No man had ever managed to get backstage unless of course they were invited, and Abaddon hadn’t invited anyone back in at least a week. None of the other girls had, either, to her knowledge. This note was also in an actual envelope sealed with wax.

Abaddon pulled her silk robe tighter around her shoulders, popping the wax off the envelope with her nail. The note had been written on light pink paper.

Temptress:

I’m not one for poetry, but you’ve spurred me to put ink to paper.

You’re wicked, igniting me to my core, burning me from the inside out, and I can’t be bothered to care.

The way you bat your eyes, the way you flaunt your soft curves; I just can’t help myself.

I haven’t known the touch of a woman in years and yet – you make me ache.

I have to wonder if you’re soft all the time or if you bite and rake your nails down the backs of those fortunate to lie with you.

I wonder, do your thighs tremble when you’re breathless in pleasure like mine do when I dare to pretend the one touching me is you?

It was signed with a single letter, an M in hasty, jagged script.

Abaddon blinked a few times before folding the note back up and slipping it back into its envelope. It was certainly one of the more explicit notes she’d ever gotten. Not that she minded, though. She’d take explicit over the flowery notes any day of the week. The M was new, though. She thought back to the men she knew who frequented the club, even the ones that usually paid attention to the other girls. She drew a blank but resolved to take the note home with her.

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I saw your fan dance.

It’s funny, that you’re up on stage flutter those glittery fans, your breasts peeking from behind those feathery curtains like you’re some kind of angel but I know better.

You’re wicked; some kind of demon sent to drag me to hell.

I would go willingly because even the fires of damnation couldn’t scorch me the way your gaze does.

Even Hell might be some kind of Heaven if I got the chance to taste the sweat on your skin or the nectar between your thighs.

–    M

It was the second note Abaddon had gotten in less than a week. Apparently, this M was a new admirer of hers, but she hadn’t seen anyone new in the crowd the past few nights. Perhaps it was a shy man who’d only now got the courage to leave her messages. That was fine, too, but she wished she knew who it was. If it was someone who’d bribed their way back here it was fine, but it was someone who’d snuck back that could be dangerous. She decided she’d wait a week to tell the manager, Alistair. If he thought it was something to worry about, then she’d keep an eye out, but as the notes were only lustful and didn’t demand any kind of meeting yet, she didn’t figure it would be an issue.

She slipped the note into her purse and decided to take it back home and keep it with the other one.

~~~~

Alistair had placed an additional bouncer at the entrance to the dressing rooms, so whoever left the note by Abaddon’s flower vase must have been paying. This was the fourth note in as many weeks, written on the same paper, signed with the same initial. She’d have to ask the bouncer who he’d let pass because she was starting to get curious about this mysterious admirer of hers.

I wonder if you’ve been keeping these notes. You must get so many day-to-day that it isn’t even of consequence to you. I might be as easily overlooked here as I am among the crowd. But you’re not. You could never be. How no one has snatched you up and away from this world, from my eyes, is a wonder to me.

Perhaps you aren’t interested in their affections? Perhaps they could never please you the way you’d want? I wonder if you’ve ever know the touch of a woman?

–    M

Abaddon smiled, reading the note over again. So, this mystery man wasn’t actually a man at all. This could be interesting. She hadn’t taken a female lover in quite some time, but she wasn’t opposed.

Abaddon tucked her admirer’s note into her purse and set out to write her own note, asking her admirer to meet sometime within the next week. She slipped the note under the flower vase and hoped for the best. It stayed there for there more days and then it was gone.

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Abaddon hadn’t gotten another note in a week and a half. It was a little disappointing if she were honest. It was intriguing to have another woman interested in her instead of yet another man. Perhaps her offer to meet had scared her admirer off. Some women liked to entertain the thought of a female lover but were too afraid to make the leap. It was alright, though, Abaddon had been there herself, once upon a time. She did hope it would change for her admirer, though. It would be a shame if she didn’t allow herself to explore because she was afraid.

There was a soft knock at Abaddon’s dressing room door. Her set was over, so it was probably just one of the girls.

“Come in,” she called, watching the door through the mirror. It swung open, and Abaddon locked eyes with a woman she’d never seen before through the mirror. “Can I help you?” She asked.

“You requested a meeting,” the woman said.

“Did I?”

“Your note was addressed to me, I believe.”

Abaddon swung around on her stool, crossing her ankles and leaning her legs to the side, letting her knee fall out of the open slit of her robe. “You must be M, then.”

“Meg. Masters. But you can call me Meg.”

“The bootlegger’s wife?”

“He knows I’m here,” Meg said, slipping into the room and shutting the door behind her. She was wearing a fur around her shoulders, but other than that her outfit attracted no attention. She wasn’t even wearing make-up aside from the nude pink lipstick on her lips.

“If he wanted to proposition me he could have done it himself.”

“Oh, believe me, he would have.” Meg was now standing less than a foot away and Abaddon allowed her gaze to fall down Meg’s form. The dress she wore didn’t hint at any of the curves of her body. “I’m here on my own account.”

“Oh?”

Meg hummed, stepping into Abaddon’s space. “I was wondering if you’d accompany me for the evening. My husband has business to attend to, so I’ll be alone the whole night.”

Abaddon smirked. Meg’s perfume wafted off her skin. It was a soft, spicy scent like cloves and sugar. “I don’t usually keep housewives company.”

Meg laughed. “I’m not looking for a lot more than company.”

“You’re looking for… what exactly?” Abaddon asked. She knew good and well what Meg was interested in but she wanted to hear her say it. She wasn’t one to be propositioned in vague terms.

“Sex,” Meg said, slipping her hand up Abaddon’s knee, stopping midway up her thigh.

“Is it going to be worth my while?” Abaddon asked.

Meg smirked, her eyes lingering at the top of Abaddon’s robe and the hint of cleavage there. “Definitely.”

~~~~

It had been three weeks since Meg took her back to the home she shared with her husband; three weeks since they writhed together on Meg’s silk sheets hands tugging in hair and tongues laving against skin. It had been some of the best sex Abaddon had had in a long time. It had been a shame it had come to an end so soon.

There was a note on Abaddon’s vanity. She smiled to herself, pulling it out of its envelope.

I’d love to see you again.

I’ll be around after midnight if you’ll wait for me.

–    Meg

PS. There’s a tube of my lipstick on the vanity. It looked so good smeared across your neck last time. I think it’d look lovely smeared across my thighs.

Abaddon chuckled to herself, finding the golden tube of lipstick in front of her mirror. She wiped off her own dark red lipstick and pulled off the cap, applying the nude pink color to her lips.

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I don’t know for certain but…. Sastiel?

I don’t know for certain, but I know

  • Cas plays with Sam’s hair. A lot. But especially when Sam is sleeping.
  • Cas tends to lead when they walk anywhere together. Cas tends to move much faster than Sam does, despite his height and stride length disadvantage. 
  • Cas has taught Sam all the dirty Enochian phrases he knows. They translate terribly into English (that whole “you breed with the mouth of a goat” thing is essentially calling someone a goat fucker in English) so Sam has given up on translating them because it totally kills the mood if he knows what the hell Cas is saying in bed. 
  • Sam is not above doing that obnoxious thing tall people do where they put their elbow on your head and use you as an armrest. 
  • Sometimes Cas forgets that he’s holding Sam’s hand so he’ll go to pick something up with both hands and Sam needs to jerk his hand away or get his fingers squashed. 
  • Sam’s got a priest kink. Cas notices. (He tends to volunteer to play the undercover priest role on cases.) 
  • They don’t actually have a lot of sex. Cas could take it or leave it but he enjoys the intimacy. Sam does not enjoy bottoming all that much. Frottage is their go-to. 
  • Cas likes to tell Sam about the things he’s seen in human history. Sam records it and is planning on transcribing it into a book. 
  • The actually spar quite a bit. Cas is quick on his feet and he keeps Sam on his toes. This has a lot to do with the fact that they want to exercise together (yeah, they’re that kind of couple) but Cas thinks running is a waste of time and he won’t get out of bed for morning yoga. 
  • Sam does not like it when Cas makes coffee. He’s all for strong coffee but the stuff Cas drinks is strong enough to wake the dead. 
  • They both have nightmares. They’ve both become each other’s rock in the middle of the night. 
  • Cas is a bit of a mother hen with Sam. That’s probably because Cas can actually talk Sam out of doing stupid and dangerous things, unlike some Winchesters they could both mention. 
  • Sam is actually more crafty than Cas, but that’s not saying a whole lot. Sam look a couple of knitting classes because he wanted to figure out how to do it. (Can’t be that different from sewing up a knife wound, right?) Cas tried and then gave up half-way through a lopsided scarf. 
  • Cas actually has a lot of hissy fits. He’s very particular about the way he wants and likes things and really dislikes modern inconveniences. (They got stuck in traffic once. Cas huffed and rolled his eyes and gripped the entire time.) Sometimes it’s cute, sometimes it’s annoying. 
  • Sam doesn’t like texting, but Cas does. Cas will send him texts written entirely in emoijs. Sometimes Sam knows what he means. 
  • They don’t talk about hell or Lucifer. You’d think they would be able to, considering they’ve both been vessels of the same arc angel, but that’s the big reason they don’t talk about it. But they know when the other is thinking about it or having nightmares about it. 

I don’t know it for certain, I just know it’s true. 

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Ha!!!! I just know you and you know me. The idea seemed like something you’d be into. The whole nontraditional abo thing is fun to explore. And yesssssss! Exactly. It’s like Sam is able to find redemption and forgiveness in Cas (even though he doesn’t need it). A ship like that definitely leads to all the feels. In order to make it non-fluffy you basically gotta go with an alternate version of Sam. Example: soulless!Sam, boyking!Sam… Or maybe he’s the soulless!boyking?

It’s definitely my thing. lol. Give me alphas who enjoy being penetrated or beta and omegas who prefer penetrating any day of the week. Also, alpha/alpha, omega/omega, alpha/alpha/omega, basically anything that isn’t traditional. 

Can you imagine soulless!boyking!Sam. That’s a fucking scary ass thought. I’m kinda into it. 

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*cough* welllll Sam said he doesn’t like taking a knot all the time. Maybe Cas is the kind of Alpha who would let Sam top him? Cas could dominate him from the bottom, maybe 😉 oh wait. You probably aren’t talking about sexy stuff, heh. I hear you though! If you didn’t want to go into big bang territory your hands were kinda tied. Also, yeah, it was a bit fluffy. Seems to happen pretty easily with sastiel, though.

It’s funny you mention that because that’s exactly the kind of thing I was thinking of for a time stamp sex scene. Great minds think alike, I suppose. 🙂 

Sastiel is one of those ships that just lends itself to fluff tbh. Something about Sam who thinks he’s so flawed and impure and this pure being who loves him regardless and will let him vent but knows none of that is true just…. yeah it gets into sappy, feelsy, lovey stuff. Something about kindred spirits and all that.