Prompt Number: 14
Title: As Far As You Want
Author: deanscoltm1911 (Isis_McGee)
Pairing(s): Sam/Jess/Dean
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 27,774
Warnings/Kinks: Double Penetration, Pegging, Wax Play, Light Bondage, D/s themes, Dirty Talk
Summary: Sam and Jess were just looking for a nice guy to invite into their bed; Sam had no idea Jess would end up choosing his brother and he had even less of an idea that somehow the three of them would work it out.
Link: AO3
Artist: jaredcortese (deadlyfurniture)
Link: AO3
Note: prompt for deanscoltm1911 Sarah Blake x Bela Talbot + Champagne
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Sarah had been for most of her life what was called a good girl. She listened to her parents, she played nice, she kept her head mostly down, by and large she lived a fairly modest life. She had gone to college to study art history to join her father in the art auction world. And for the most part she liked who she was and what she did.
The only thing it lacked was excitement.
Every young girl has fantasies about being swept away by a prince and carried off for adventure and romance. Sarah was no exception. She of course figured that this was just a phase and as she got older she’d meet someone with just enough prince in him to satisfy her, and she’d settle down and live the rest of her life as the good girl.
She discovered, however as the years went by that princes weren’t exactly what she wanted, and that itch for excitement never really went away.
Then Bela Talbot happened to her life.
Bela swept in when the Blake’s auction house had acquired commission from a large estate to auction off the valuable belongings of a recently departed matriarch. Bela had a fantastical story, and Sarah had believed it, as everyone else had.
Sarah, in the few short days that Bela had swept in and swept everyone up in her magnetic presence, had managed to get herself somewhat smitten with her. Of course, anyone with eyes would be attracted to Bela. But Bela had not counted on Sarah’s interest, or her pursuit.
It wasn’t quite supposed to happen that Sarah discovered Bela’s plotting. But what really took Bela by surprise was when Sarah wanted in on it too. And she proved quite adept at stealthily lying and covering up Bela’s actions. So well, in fact, that Bela kept in touch with her.
Over the course of several years, Sarah fed Bela information on the customers that valuable pieces were sold to, where they were being shipped, what sort of security measures were being taken. And Bela, well she made good use of this information. And she always came back to Sarah, splitting the profit fairly, and having a bit of fun.
Recently, over the course of almost a year of gathering information and exerting influence where she could, Sarah had managed to set up a heist for Bela of magnificent proportions. Their schemes were getting more elaborate, and more dangerous, but the payoffs were all the better for it.
After Bela had managed to pull off her end of the bargain, she got in touch with Sarah and set up a rendezvous at a fancy hotel where they could roll around with each other and celebrate their recent earnings. The suite they met at was lavish, with thick creme carpets and luxurious white sheets on the massive bed where they were lounging and popping open a bottle of champagne.
Bela always told her stories of daring subterfuge to Sarah as she undressed her, the two of them shifting and sliding together until they were naked on the tousled sheets, the champagne almost gone on the nightstand next to the stacks of cash that were Sarah’s cut. Bela would spin her adventures, hands roaming each other’s bodies, as they made plans for the next time, and reminisced about their successful work together.
Bela took her time licking every stretch of Sarah’s skin, especially after drizzling champagne on her, sucking it out of her belly button and telling Sarah what a very, very bad girl she was before Bela kissed down in between her legs.
Sarah had figured out by now, that bad girls had more fun.
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alright alright. No wonder I haven't watched it- thursdays are my Shonda Rhimes shows nights haha. But I will watch the two episodes on demand and get back to you
Yeah. I'm watching it with a friend so I usually watch on weekends anyway. But yes.
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ok. yeah that’s how it’s been advertised. I want to watch it so when I do, I’ll come talk to you about my thoughts on it! I never paid attention to when it started
It's aired two episodes (Thursdays on NBC. Right after The Blacklist). But yes please do. It's so awesome.
Prompt: from deanscoltm1911 for TamaraxJody+Cactus
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Tamara groaned audibly when she stepped in to the post office and saw the long snaking line reaching out past the set up black rope divider. Taking her bundle to be shipped back home to England, she picked up a box at the packing station and wrote down the address, figuring out mentally how much the postage should be.
Stepping up to the line, she looked at her watch, rolled her eyes, and looked back up.
There was a woman with short brown hair standing in front of her, actually fucking smiling who knows why, with a small cactus cradled in her hands.
It was just a little one, maybe about five inches tall, sitting in a plain brown clay pot. A tiny cactus. She didn’t look to have any other mail to send, nothing else in her hands, just this cactus.
Tamara may have been staring.
The lady noticed her, turning brown eyes in a pretty slender face her way. Tamara kept staring, she wasn’t the type to just look away because it was awkward.
The other lady asked, “Can I help you?”
She sounded defensive.
“Are you - are you mailing that cactus?”
“Well I’m going to try to. I actually don’t know if you can mail a plant … but here’s hoping.”
Sadly, running in to a stranger with a cactus was probably the most interesting thing that had happened since she’d been in Sioux Falls. It was a small town full of small minded people. Tamara was only here helping an old friend of hers, Bobby, because she owed him one. She really, really wished that she had never had the misfortune of owing him a favor, because honestly even the gray dreary skies of London beat out the depressive heavy boredom of Sioux Falls.
A fucking cactus.
“Why are you mailing a cactus?”
It was impolite to ask, she knew perfectly well, but the line was snaking forward at an agonizing pace and it looked like the other lady was as bored as she was.
“I’m sending it to an ex of mine.”
Tamara snorted a small laugh.
“Gonna tell him to shove it up his ass.”
She started to laugh now, and people were looking.
“It’s bigger than he ever was.”
Oh no, oh that was just depressing. “So it’s … revenge mail? I like that, it’s got class.”
“If you say so, personally, I think it’s a bit vulgar. But Randy was always a vulgar man.”
“Randy? Are you serious?”
“Oh yeah. I don’t really have the best taste in men.”
“And what about in women?”
“Excuse me?”
Oh, right, America, land of the not so free. It wasn’t really a good idea to hit on people of the same gender, especially in small towns with people of small minds. Tamara hadn’t even noticed that the line was moving forward, minus the lady in front of her. People were grumbling further back.
“Sorry love, don’t mean to offend.”
“No, no, I uh. I mean. It’s been a while since I’ve been in the game.”
“Oh.”
The young lady stepped forward to close the gap in the line, resting her cactus on one hip and holding a hand out for Tamara.
“I’m Jody.”
“Tamara.”
“You’re not from around here are you?”
“No, just in town for an old friend.”
“I gotcha. How long are you going to be around for?”
“A few more nights. Do you know the town well?”
“I have lived her since, well forever.”
“I see. I’ll be honest, a stranger mailing a cactus has been the most exciting thing to happen to me this visit so far. Is there much else to do around here?”
The young lady shrugged. “Shoot beer bottles in an empty field?”
“That actually sounds lovely.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, if you’ll help me with my stance. You look like you’d be good with a gun.”
“Oh I am.”
“So do you want to get together, maybe tomorrow night? Shoot some things together. See what happens.”
They still weren’t to the front of the line, edging forward pace by pace. Jody smiled at her, looked down, looked at her cactus, looked forward and looked back, a small little smile twitching in the corner of her lips.
“Sounds like a lot more fun than I’d ever have with a cactus.”
“Oh trust me, I don’t need even five inches to make you scream in the best sort of ways.”
"I dunno Sam, our apartment is awfully small, are you sure you want a dog? Maybe we could get a nice cat?"
Sam looked at Jess and for all that she could tell he wanted to make her happy, and if that meant agreeing to get a cat he'd do it, his eyes told her how devastated he'd be if they didn't get a puppy.
"Okay, okay, nevermind, I was just kidding. Let's go find ourselves a dog," Jess said with a laugh. They had a list of shelters, but the closest was the Humane Society. At least they had both agreed it'd be a rescue dog or no dog. Jess's look lingered on the row of cages holding cats, but followed Sam to the dog aisle. It's not that she didn't like dogs, it's just that she'd always had cats around growing up, and kinda considered them her kin. Dogs were... an unknown.
Jess watched Sam's face light up with every dog he greeted, and they all loved on her just as much as him. Some jumped up, some were a little more shy, and just licked at their hands before retreating, but they both fell in love hard with a little chocolate lab mix puppy named Cherry Cola. She was playful but sweet and gentle, and Jess knew immediately that she was the one.
Sam was so absorbed he played with her for 10 min before glancing up at Jess from the floor like a kid who'd brought home a stray saying Mom can I keep it?
"Well? Shall we go make this adoption official, Papa?" Jess teased.
Sam hauled himself to his feet and bent over to pick the little puppy up. "Yeah, I think so, Mama." And they walked to the office arm in arm to take their new puppy home.
