Kinky, I like. But a little Q 'n A first

[An ask and role play blog for the character of Meg from Supernatural where you may ask her questions about her sexual experiences including partners, kinks, turn-ons and turn-offs. Feel free to ask anything non-sexual as well. Multi-Ship Blog! *tracking: hellhathnofury*]

[hell-hathno-fury]

It's (not) a Terrible Life/Dean & Meg 4x17 AU

[hellontheheart-hunter]

Dean was the kind of guy who took that saying ‘treat your body like a temple’ seriously. He drank plenty of water, drank protein shakes, eat right, went to a (sanitary) gym for weekly workouts, didn’t sleep around…

But God, was Meg making it hard to be good right now. She made it very tempting to ignore his usual schedule and just change their perfectly respectable relationship into something a lot more nasty. He was almost beginning to think Meg was doing it on purpose! But she’d never given him any sort of sign before it was possible that she had the hots for someone else in the same building. Maybe like the IT guy; he was built like a shit-brick house.

He could almost see Meg accidentally dropping a stack of papers in front of him and bending over to he could get a good look at her impressive cleavage. And he’d probably get rock solid after Meg revealed her panty-less state. Maybe she’d even sit on Dean’s desk and-

Woah! Woah, no, Dean was definitely not in the picture there. He couldn’t think that. It wasn’t appropriate. But even thinking that, he couldn’t help to let his eyes wander over Meg’s form.

An idea- a very wrong, naughty and un-Dean-like idea- popped into his head.

"Meg…you’ve been with us for a few months now," Dean said as he straightened up. "I was wondering I could see how you were doing here. I mean, I haven’t had much of a chance to see how you were adjusting. Since I don’t have any more meetings for the day, and I’m sure you’re on top of your work as usual, we could talk a little. I want to make sure my employees are comfortable in their work place after all." Dean said with a quick grin.

He could already see how ‘comfortable’ Meg was, his lizard brain pointed out.

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Meg slowly looked up to stare into his eyes with a hint of a smirk on her face. He was grinning, and she was pretty sure his pupils were widening. Oh yeah, she had him.  

She smiled at him and turned to face him fully, bracing her hands on the edge of the desk as she leaned back. One foot nudged in between his and slowly started running up his leg. She glanced over her shoulder at all the papers on his desk as she considered making room to sit on it before whipping her gaze back to Dean. She tilted her head to one side, and let her pink tongue dart out to wet her lips.

"I am feeling pretty on top of things," she hummed and tightened her grip on desk, "There's just one problem, boss."

The look in his eyes made her suddenly change her mind against the desk for now. She hesitated only for a second before she suddenly leaned forward, almost in his lap, and grabbed his tie to yank his face close to her own. 

"I really don't feel much like talking," she hissed, letting her breath ghost over his lips. 

[hell-hathno-fury]

It's (not) a Terrible Life/Dean & Meg 4x17 AU

[hellontheheart-hunter]

"Uh- yeah. Thakns," Dean said for the third time, before mentally shaking himself off. His movements were rather robotic as he grabbed the golf ball from Meg’s manicured fingers. He was a little too busy replaying the scenario in his mind.

He could’ve sworn that the moment Meg bent over, there were no panty lines. Which must mean that she’d come to work without any on. Had she always done that? Had Dean even noticed that before and just dismissed it? Or maybe it was the fact that he could see the lacy edges of her bra as well as getting hit in the face with a nice ass that was evidently on plain display.

No, no. Meg must just like dressing like that or something. Besides, Dean was her boss. And she probably had a boyfriend or something.

But whatever excuses he was trying to make up as he failed to dismiss Meg didn’t reach the rest of his body. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he absently spread his legs under his desk to make room for his cock, which was beginning to show interest at the view.

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"No problem, boss," Meg repeated with a small chuckle as she let her fingers graze over the back of his hand. Damn, this was fun. She couldn't stop grinning, especially when she noticed him shifting in his seat. 

"Is that the account you need a report on later?" Meg nodded at the folder in his other hand. She braced her hand on the back of his chair as she leaned forward, close enough so that her hair fell against his neck. This was the closest she had dared get to him. Usually she stayed on the other side of his desk, but that didn't mean she hadn't sometimes quickly brushed her body against him in the hall or tried out her "come hither" eyes. All of which he had stubbornly seemed to not notice. 

Now, as she leaned over him pretending to read the file with her chest conveniently at his eye level, Meg realized two things. One, holy shit, did he smell good. Two, a quick glance down at his lap proved that things were about to get interesting. 

[touchlikeice]

You’re awfully demanding tonight.

[hell-hathno-fury]

Am not.

[touchlikeice]

Very well.

…

These landscapes are far more stunning in person. Why anybody would watch them on a screen instead of going to view them is beyond me.

[hell-hathno-fury]

Yeah. I mean everyone just walking around with angel wings that can fly them anywhere and they sit on their asses watching TV instead. Huh. 

Keep flipping channels, Pops.

[touchlikeice]

That one about the Americans killing Nazis was almost amusing. Almost. In a pile of rubbish, perhaps even a rat is fascinating.

That sounds fine. Sometimes the story lines are better since that is all they had going for them.

[hell-hathno-fury]

Uh-huh.

You know what? How about you pick what we watch.

[touchlikeice]

If you so wish.

I refuse to watch any more garbage from that one Tarantino guy, however. 

[hell-hathno-fury]

I thought you enjoyed that last marathon we had, or maybe it was just the ending of the night you liked. Hmm. 

Want to see what's on the old movie channel?

[touchlikeice]

I can spare the time.

[hell-hathno-fury]

Oh, hello.

So...what are you feeling, Pops? A late movie, maybe?

[touchlikeice]

It depends on your definition of busy. I am going to assume under yours in particular, it would be a “no”.

I suppose you want my attention to busy you, hm?

[hell-hathno-fury]

Well, maybe. You know, if you're really not busy. 

[hell-hathno-fury]

Ya busy, Pops?

[hell-hathno-fury]

It's (not) a Terrible Life/Dean & Meg 4x17 AU

[hellontheheart-hunter]

Dean heard his door open not long after he asked- well, subtly demanded- his latte. He grinned to himself as he continued to look through the file in his hand.

Megan was a good investment. He’d hired her awhile ago, and so far she’s proven her worth. She was a very capable secretary and he knew he was lucky to have her manning the phones. It also didn’t hurt that she wasn’t bad to look at either. Dean wasn’t exactly what you’d call a rebel, but he wasn’t dead. He knew a good looking woman when he saw one and having one work for him definitely boosted his ego.

"Thanks Meg-" Dean said as he looked up. His sentence though ended abruptly ended on a strangled note. He coughed and fingered his collar as Meg set his latte on his desk. "Thanks." He said again, awkwardly.

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"No problem, boss," Meg said smoothly, giving him a small grin. She idly circled one manicured fingernail on the lid of his latte as she silently congratulated herself on so obviously affecting him.

"Oh," she suddenly turned to look behind her making her hair flip softly over her shoulder. "I accidentally ran into one of your balls when I came in." 

Without looking back at Dean, Meg sauntered across the room, being sure to make her hips sway just a little more than usual. She wanted to give Dean time to recover, but not too much. When she reached the cabinets on the opposite wall, she slowly bent over to reach for the golf ball she had strategically kicked  when she walked into the room. She smirked as her skirt stretched tightly across her ass, hoping Dean was fully appreciating the view. 

"There we are," Meg straightened, holding the ball up with a smile and turning back towards the desk.

[hell-hathno-fury]

Common Grounds/ Megstiel Coffee Shop AU

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"Sure." Castiel replied, grinning back at her. He couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed when the moment was over, but he quickly turned his attention to the computer, a little intimidated by the flashing screen. "There should be some kind of troubleshooting option, right?" He mumbled, trying to find a way to get rid of the error message before he did anything else.

At the sound of a car horn, he glanced up at Meg and gave her a small nod after she had finished her explanation. After she left, he leaned against the counter with a sigh. That seemed like a lot of work, and it was almost made him want to run out the door while he had a chance. He wasn’t going to, of course. It seemed like Meg really needed his help, and again- he owed Becky. He worked on the register for a while longer, somehow managing to fix it. After testing to make sure that it was functional, he turned to face the cabinets and decided that he should just wait for Meg to get back.

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Meg walks back in a few minutes later, her arms loaded down with boxes of pastries and muffins.With a grunt, she sets them down on the counter by the glass display case.Her eyes widen when she sees the working computer screen.

"You fixed it?" she exclaims, a huge grin on her face, "Usually Lu is the only one who can get it to work. I could literally kiss you right now."

She pauses for a second, then kind of shrugs and leans over to give him a little peck on the cheek. "Alright, Cas. Lots to do and only a little while before all Hell breaks loose",  she lilts as she quickly turns away to focus on opening up the shop.

[hell-hathno-fury]

It's (not) a Terrible Life/Dean & Meg 4x17 AU

[hellontheheart-hunter]

There were a number of things that got on Dean’s nerves. The way that one kid over in IT always looked at like they knew each other, the way Bob over in accounting always had sweaty hands when they shook hands, the way the deli down the street put high-fat content on his low-fat sandwich, to name a few. But the most infuriating thing to date was the way his bosses complimented him. It was great to get recognized, but they always had to give a little dig as if he could do better.

Dean was the best! He was at the top of his field, managing an entire staff of people below him. God knows he’s scared some of the interns as any decent boss should. He was always well-groomed, always on time, always went above and beyond his work.

And still the best he got was “well done, but do think about the competition. We wouldn’t want them to one-up us, eh son?”

Dean groaned as he leaned back in his chair and slammed his hands on his face. These were the days he desperately wanted to just walk out early and take a long, speedy drive in his newly acquired car. He wasn’t an expert on vehicles, but the 1967 Chevy Impala was in pretty good shape from what he could tell and he definitely liked the way it looked in his garage.

Sighing and shaking his head, Dean sat up and pressed the intercom button to his secretary. “Meg, do me a favor and grab me a latte?”

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Meg raised her eyebrows when her boss's voice came over the intercom. Oh boy, one of those days, she thought, but quickly responded, "One latte coming up."

She grabbed her purse and made her way to the elevator, her heels clacking briskly on the linoleum hallway. Fortunately, there was a Starbucks conveniently located next door, and she was on her way back up the elevator in a record five and half minutes with a skinny vanilla latte in her hand. 

"Wonder if you really like vanilla as much as you let on," she mumbled at the drink, answering the confused glance of the businessman in the corner with a sly smile as she exited the elevator. 

She was hurrying back down the stark hallway when a idea struck her. Not bothering to think it through, she quickly shut the door to her office and set the latte on her desk. First thing, she pulled her long, brown hair out of the neat bun she had put it in early that morning and let it fall around her shoulders in soft, sexy waves. Then she undid the next two buttons on her blouse, just enough to show off the cleavage and a hint of a lacy, black bra if she leaned over far enough. 

Meg bit down her lip as she considered her next move. "Ah, screw it. May as well," she shrugged and shimmied out of her matching black thong and dropped it in her desk drawer. 

She turned to a mirror on the opposite wall. Damn, she looked hot. She turned to look at her ass in the tight skirt. Oh yeah, no secrets there. With a deep breath, she picked up the latte and opened the door to Dean Smith's office.

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[hellontheheart-hunter]

Semi Hiatus to Total Hiatus

Okay, sorry guys. But as much as I want to play, I can’t.

I’m tired. I’m exhausted. I’m getting stressed out.

Parents’ bills should be fine from here on out, but now mine aren’t. Because of the money I gave them, I won’t have enough to pay my stuff. Please, please help me out here. I’m desperate.

http://www.gofundme.com/brbpi8

Donate. Reblog. Do whatever it takes. But please, help a fellow tumblrer out?

[hell-hathno-fury]

Common Grounds/ Megstiel Coffee Shop AU

[foulsuggestion-deactivated20160]

When Meg offers him a smile and extends her arm, Cas does the same. “I’m Castiel. It’s a strange name, I know.” He replies with a soft chuckle, pulling away from the handshake after a few moments. If he held on a little too long, it was nobody’s business but his.

"So, uh, what would you like me to do first?" He asked, glancing around the room. It couldn’t be that difficult to be a barista- he made coffee for himself every morning- and he was certainly capable of working the register.

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Meg's smile widens when he holds her hand for a little longer than a normal handshake between strangers. "Castiel, huh?" she lets the name roll off her tongue, "You'll have to tell me the story behind that one after the morning rush." 

She tilts her head at him. Those blue eyes aren't the only feature worth looking at, but the flashing error message on the screen distracts her. "Damn," she mutters at the register before looking back up at him, "How are you with computers? Not recent technology. I think ten years old might be a modest age guess for this piece of crap." 

Meg glances at the back door when a car horn sounds. "That's the pastry delivery. We get it from the bakery down the street. I'll get that. Then we've got to restock the cabinets, get the Colombian and Moroccan blends ready to go since they're the most popular, set up the chairs and tables and uh..." she pauses, not wanting to overwhelm him, "...set everything else up and get the computer working. Ok? Great," she quickly finishes before disappearing out the back door. 

[hell-hathno-fury]

Common Grounds/ Megstiel Coffee Shop AU

[foulsuggestion-deactivated20160]

The woman looks annoyed as hell, and Castiel has to suffer through a minute of uncomfortable silence until she speaks. “She obviously wasn’t thinking.” He muttered, mostly to himself. Becky could have at least given him a little warning that her coworker- Meg, according to her nametag- was going to be this hostile.

When asked if he had any experience, Castiel nodded. He figured it would be better to lie and avoid making Meg any more irritated than she already seemed, if that was even possible.

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Meg sighs in relief when he nods. That was one more thing she really didn't need to deal with today. It turned out that the closing shift had left for her to do than she originally thought, and she was starting to feel the stress.

Although she feels a pang of guilt when she notices that strange man looks really uncomfortable. She takes a slow breath in and out, letting herself calm down. She is very capable of keeping her cool in tense situations. It's something she prides herself on; so, she lets go of all the panic and extends her hand out towards the man. 

"Hi, I'm Meg," she says, giving him a little smile, "Sorry for not being the most friendly. I was just feeling a little overwhelmed here."

[hell-hathno-fury]

Common Grounds/ Megstiel Coffee Shop AU

[foulsuggestion-deactivated20160]

The only benefit of getting up at four in the morning was that almost everyone else was asleep, which made it easy for Castiel to find a parking spot near the coffee shop.

Becky had called him the night before, asking him to cover her shift at the café where she worked. Cas had refused at first, telling her that he had absolutely no experience as a barista. “I’m sick,” She had said. “And my coworker can show you the ropes. If you really suck, you can just work the register.” He had eventually agreed to help, but now that it was morning and he was actually on his way to the coffee shop, he was wishing he hadn’t broken his resolve so easily. 

Castiel got out of his car and began the short walk to the shop. As he got closer, he saw that someone else had already opened up, which was just as well because he didn’t have the keys to do it himself. He hesitated a moment before pushing the door open, blinking at the brightness of the lights as he stepped inside and scrubbing a hand over his face. Taking notice of Becky’s coworker, Castiel immediately became aware of his untidy appearance- he regrettably hadn’t shaved that morning and hadn’t bothered to brush his hair. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, which was actually pretty accurate. “Uh, hello.” He began, clearing his throat to ensure he had the woman’s attention. “I’m Becky’s…friend. I’m here to cover her shift.” He used the word ‘friend’ for lack of a better term. They had met in college and though she had always been reliable in lending him a pen on the few occasions he came to class unprepared, he wasn’t interested in any kind of friendship but didn’t have the heart to tell her so. He had been stuck with her ever since.

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Meg is getting ready to swear at the error message on the register screen when she hears someone clearing their throat. Her head snaps up with clear annoyance on her face as she prepares to tell some insane early bird that they aren't open yet, but she doesn't.  Instead she notices that the man in front of her has the bluest eyes she's ever seen. He's rumpled and looks half awake, but still, those eyes are so blue.

She realizes that she's just staring at him and her mind finally catches up with what he said. "Becky called a friend? What the hell was she thinking?" she says incredulously, "Wait, don't answer that. I really don't want to know how her brain works."

Meg huffs at some stray hairs that fell out of her ponytail before pushing them behind her ear. Stupid Becky. This is not the time to be training a newbie, but it's Monday morning. Everyone's going to be coming in for their coffee on the way to work. 

"You have any experience?" she asks looking back at him and trying to hold in her irritation.