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Sammy can’t help get turned on when she’s doing innocent domestic things like cooking dinner or washing dishes or folding laundry. But Dean is all over r just after a hunt all sweaty and covered in blood.

The duality of man (reader)

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And they get so frustrated when the other one dresses you. Neither of them really mind what you wear--they have their preferences and things they'll buy you but it comes down to the battle of the panties. Sam will not let anything that isn't cotton touch your cunt. He knows how bad synthetic panties are, and he will literally throw the polyester shit dean buys you away. If you're all out shopping together dean is picking up little scraps of red and black with abandon (they're small how expensive can they be?) and sam is putting them back if the gusset isn't cotton. He checks each one meticulously, making sure there aren't any seams to annoy you and it won't create any bad panty lines while dean's far more concerned with how they'll look on film.

I mean he does NIGHT shift, he can’t possibly blame me for getting riled up and missing him (he totally can)

Do you think Jack would have a no masturbation rule or anything like that? How would he react if reader kept sending him nudes and spicy texts throughout his shift? Would he check to see if reader touched herself after his shifts to make sure she didn’t break any rules? IDKKKKK

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Jack would have to stop checking his phone at work. If he sees you've sent him anything that's not an emergency or asking about breakfast he simply has to ignore it because he knows exactly what's in that message. Jack would have a no masturbation rule sometimes. He's a very generous guy so I know he loves that you love to touch yourself, but if he ever notices that you're somehow not in the mood when he comes home he is forced to take action. His general rule is that if it's sufficiently documented and it doesn't interfere with what he wants to do to you he doesn't mind, but if he ever comes home to you too fucked out to take him like you normally do he's putting a stop to that real quick. All the toys and vibrators he so generously bought you are locked up, and it's back to the stone ages. He knows that not having all your toys is a severe deterrent to touching yourself; what was before a quick ten minute relief is now a much longer session, and you'd rather just sleep it off so jack has a wet pussy waiting for him when he walks in the door. If he suspects you went through with it anyway he'll smell the sheets, needing to make sure you didn't leak all over the bed, and pull your pussy apart to see if your clit it still swollen. He'll drag you to the foot of the bed, gently pulling your folds apart with his thumbs, his eyes laving over every inch of you. His inspections are thorough, just like everything he does, and by the end he gets to comment on how wet you're getting from his eyes on you.

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♱ ... DEAN WINCHESTER ... ♱ 18+ MDNI cw - brother sister fauxcest kinda, mentions of (ring gag, anal), r is called fuckdoll + sweetheart, intox!! (weed + alcohol) wc - 2k dean winchester m. list

You'd always had a crush on Dean, because it's Dean, but you tried to hold your tongue. You tried to act normal, tried to act chill, tried to keep your eyes off of his... everywhere. He treats you like a little sister: giving you rides around town, advice about which boys to avoid, showing you the ropes of drinking and pot, and you were so focused on not reading into things that whenever his lips brushed your neck it was an accident, and a hand on your thigh was just a little comfort. It takes a night of getting crossed (like a fuckin' teenage loser, dean mutters about himself) for that hand to creep up. You're sitting by him on the couch, your tongue curled in concentration as you tried to follow his directions.

"Yeah, and you just gotta keep the paper tight around the tip."

His fingers were brushing your shaky ones, and you tried to keep it together long enough to roll a half-decent joint. You were in bobby's basement, each more than a couple beers in when Dean scrubbed his hand down his face and said 'fuck it' before fetching the bag from baby.

"And then just lick the edge."

You shot him a look that said I know, dumbass. You curled the paper in on itself, bringing it to your lips after the flower was fully encased. You licked it, proudly passing it over to dean.

"Attagirl," he said, mussing your hair. "Glad someone listens to me."

PYRE WHAT THE FUCK !!!!??????R SITTING ON SAMS LAP ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME????

RHWMABEMEHRKFBR THE GATES THIS HAS OPENED

After the cut r rode Sam in the front seat while Dean kept driving, fisting his cock out of frustration and absolutely GIVING it to lil sis when they finally reach the motel… or on the side of the road… heheheh

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We can't make poor sammy sit in the backseat!! And side note? The phrase 'absolutely giving it to lil sis' did something to me I am truly ashamed to admit.

And oh god he's lifting you up and down gripping the back of your thighs, kissing your neck and shushing you every time his cock hits you too deep. From outside the car the scene looks almost normal; two brothers sitting in the front seat, the passenger letting a girl sit on his lap with a seatbelt instead of the middle. But inside the car it reeks of sex, and there's a chorus of tiny little moans and grunts, some of pleasure and some of frustration. Dean can see your little clit peeking out, could reach around and touch it, but he doesn't feel like doing you any favors after you started this. Maybe he could smack it a little though...

When you finally pull into the motel, you already fucked out and sticky enough for a shower, dean is out of the car and at the passenger door before your hand can even reach the handle. He's picking you up off of sam's lap, any flashes of nudity be damned. He unlocks the door with an ease that would normally make you needy, but with a swollen clit and sam leaking out of you starting something new is the last thing you need. He unceremoniously drops you on the bed, stripping your clothes fast enough to make you raise an eyebrow.

"I don't wanna fucking hear it," he said, gripping your hips and forcing you on all fours. "This is just me givin' you what you asked for."

He sank in to the hilt in one long thrust, giving you no time to adjust before he slammed his hips back against yours.

Lil sis r who finally got to sit in the passenger seat (Sam’s seat) and is soooo happy, screaming Deans music at the top of her lungs, cuddling into her big brother as much as she can while he drives, and eventually just neeeeding to suck his dick cause the motel is still soooo far away. Maybe Sammy wakes up or just gets a lil jealous/feels left out so r has to climb into the back so Sammy can fuck her to sleep so she’s no more trouble… mmmmmm yes

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And god bless you for that it is all I have been thinking about

I am SO obsessed with this idea, but... have we considered the idea that you're sitting in the passenger seat on sam's lap? Getting all needy for dean, listening to his deep, rumbly voice singing along with his tapes, the way he smiles at you when you join in, and sam's content to just watch you two bond (he can feel your hot cunt through his jeans; he's exactly where he wants to be). What starts as you holding dean's hand turns into your head on his shoulder, and then you're drifting down to mouth at his bulge. It's way too tempting, the way he's chubbing up from your cute little giggles and shy glances. He might protest a little at first, saying that you only have to wait a couple more hours for the motel, but hearing that it's going to be hours only makes you want to double down. You unbutton his jeans, freeing his hardening cock, immediately wrapping your lips around the head, sucking and moaning with delight at the fact that he let you take exactly what you want. Dean stays steady on the wheel, his left hand in charge of the car while his right threads through your hair. You're in a little bit of an awkward position; you're twisted at the waist so your head can mouth at dean's cock while your feet stay at the bottom of your seat. San's just enjoying the view, content for you to tease him with the smacks and moans coming from your full mouth. He's just sitting there, absolutely thrilled with his view, but when you start grinding on him? You're asking for him to step in. He slides his hand down the back of your pants, only stopping when he's palming your cunt with his fingers resting on your clit.

"Fuck, baby. You like sucking on dean, huh? Your little pussy is soaked."

You hummed in agreement, the throbbing in your cunt making itself more known each time the head of dean's cock hit the back of your throat.

"She really that wet?" Dean asked, the question fully directed at sam.

"Yeah. Don't know how she hasn't snuck her hand down there yet with how warm she is."

"Hear that baby? So needy you can't even think to take care of yourself." His hand carded through your hair in approval, the gentle scratches against your scalp making you rest your cheek against his thigh.

You nodded, your lids feeling heavier with each pass of dean's fingers. Sam wasn't helping, his warm hand cupping your cunt in a way that felt more safe than sexual.

"Look at that. Get a little cock in her mouth and she calms right down. Thought I was gonna have to sit her on my lap with my fingers in her mouth to put her down for a nap."

Your hips pitched forward in a needy grind at the suggestion, and the soft sound of their laughter made your cheeks burn.

Would Langdon be down for a quickie somewhere in the ER, in a broom closet, in the staff room, stall in the bathroom, in an empty patient room??? Because personally I think yes, my friend is 50/50

Then came the discussion on if it would be just a blowjob/finger stuff or full blown sex, I think either is possible but leaning more towards just a blow job/clothes still on sex stuff, my friend is a HARD no on no sex at allllll and thinks he’d only have reader give him oral/a hand job, which I personally think is insane and frankly absurd

I would loveee to hear if you have any head canons on exhibitionist!Langdon

Good freaking question!!

♱ ... frank langdon ... ♱ 18+ MDNI cw: orgasm denial, semi-public sex, daddy kink

I agree that whatever it is keeps clothes mostly on, but Langdon has already committed enough crimes in that ER that a little semi-public sex is nothing. I think he'd be pretty sneaky about it, making sure you're actually in an enclosed area and not just tucked in a corner, but he is just insatiable. Him being in recovery would probably just make him more desperate for you because now you're his only vice!! You know he wants to sneak away when you can feel his eyes locked on you from across the room. When you meet them they dig into you deep, dark and intense in a way you didn't know eye contact could be. When you can finally both 'take a break in the staff lounge,' his fingers dig in the back of your scrubs, grabbing at your skin while he leads you to the place he picked out. He'd have you pressed against the wall, chest squished against the tile while you arch your back as much as you can. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, his hot, heavy breaths making the skin feel wet. His cock is moving at a furious pace, knowing that you can only sneak away for so long while his fingers rub circles on your clit.

"Come on, baby. Gotta cum quick. Not gonna stay here and finish you off after I fill you up. Now or never." He smiles like the sick bastard he is when you whine, knowing that his ultimatum had it's intended effect. In his mind you win either way; cum with him now or get worshipped and babied even more than usual later, but in your mind you're screaming because it's not fair for him to be hitting you as deep and fast as he is with no reward.

Just as you felt the heat in your belly start to grow he plunged in to the hilt, hitting you as deep as possible while he pumped you full. You whimpered, torn between relaxing into the warmth he just gave you and being needy for your own release. You turned your head to look at him, pouting at the treatment.

"Because I'm so nice I'll give you more more try, okay?"

He sank down to his knees, turning around so his head is between your pelvis and the wall. His lips closed around your clit, sucking deep and flicking his tongue. The sensation is so different than his fingers that you feel like you have whiplash, your body struggling to keep up. Just as you relaxed into the pleasure, your peak seeming within reach, he pulled away.

"Sorry, princess. Too slow," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "I have a few patients I'm already late to check on."

You looked down at him, mouth open dumbly, not knowing how you're supposed to act normal for the rest of your shift with him leaking into your panties and a swollen clit. The look on his face made you want to slap him; lips settled in a self-satisfied smirk while his eyes looked up at you innocently. He gave you one more peck, just to be a fucking tease, before standing and pressing his softening cock against your ass while he helped your pants up.

Also I love you I hope you had a good fay

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Intox kink with dean... a woman can dream. He simultaneously has a crippling savior complex while also being kind of sleazy, so I think he would want to get you wasted and know that he's gonna protect you and keep you safe and fuck you to tears. Getting you way too drunk at the bar but still making a pit stop at the liquor store on the drive home, needing to see your smile as wide and carefree as possible until he reminds you that if he wasn't there a real bad guy could pick you up and take advantage of you... and then show you exactly how they would do it. God the thought of dean eating pussy while you're fucking wasted. You can't stop giggling, shrieking because it tickles and it feels funny, and he's pinning your hips to the fucking bed while he dives in and drinks deep. And when you shoot up, immediately having to pee? No you don't. This mf will not let you up for anything until he really feels like you mean it. When you're drunk you have absolutely no memory, no attention span, so half the time you forget what you so desperately needed only seconds ago. He can feel you forgetting that you need to pee, the way you relax back into him, and then he can feel exactly when you remember again from the way you tense up and get shy.

The second you're two drinks in you you're all over dean, the scruff on his jaw and pull of the jacket on his shoulders suddenly the only things you can think about. Depending on the type of day he had (and if he ever plans on coming back to this bar) he'll pull you on his lap, letting your needy cunt feel the growing bulge in his jeans that you'll have to help him hide during the walk out. You try your best not to grind on him too hard, just give yourself a little taste of what's to come, but it never fucking works. He just keeps putting your drink up to your mouth, loving the way you look up at him when your mouth closes around the straw, but every sip only makes the heat between your legs worse. He doesn't mind you grinding on him a bit, just enough that it's still 'cute,' but if your feet come up to rest by his hips on the barstool for some real friction he draws the line. 'Nuh, uh, baby. Feet down. You know we don't do that.' He sounds all stern like he doesn't think it's the cutest thing in the world.

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I honestly think that they would both find it fucking adorable. They know how well they take care of you and how much you love being their little baby, so anything they do would just come off as ridiculously condescending. If you're bouncing on Jack's cock, trying to 'edge' him by coming down too slow or pausing at the top all he'd do is coo at you, telling you that his 'little girl is trying to act all grown up.' He knows that compared to you he has infinite patience, and all he has to do is play along for a couple minutes until you tire yourself out. Jack doesn't like trying to make you submit, he likes it when you willingly give up all of your power and worries and just let him baby you. After you try to take control, all of the decision fatigue makes you all the more ready to give yourself back to jack. Even deciding how to edge him or how much or how long feels like a million things to think about and keep track of, and you love being able to shut your brain off while your dad coddles you and stretches you out just how you like.

Frank is pretty similar, thinking it's cute when you think he'll let you do anything without his say-so, but he has a much shorter temper than jack. He mostly sees it as bratting, and while he doesn't mind a little of it (because he is also a fucking brat) if you push him too far he'll spank your ass and make you beg for your dad to make you cum, which he may or may not oblige. I'm just imagining you wrapping your little hand around his neck while you're riding him, smirking as if you have any kind of control over this situation.

"Yeah, princess?" he'd ask, hips canting into you while his eyes hood in desire. "Using daddy's throat as a little handle?"

You shook your head, maneuvering into a position where you could get a better grip and not have your credibility immediately removed if he decides to thrust extra deep.

You raised your hips, his cock slipping out of you. When his hand scrambled to get it back in position you batted it away, instead settling for grinding your clit against the shaft. It felt good for you, the way your cunt slid against the head of his cock, but the look on his face told you he did not feel the same.

"Off," he said, landing a slap against your flank. It was hard enough to make you squeal and tense up off his cock, and the second your weight was off him he slid out from under you, now leaning against the headboard. He gripped your hips, spinning you around so you were now laying on your tummy between his legs.

"Remember this next time you wanna act up, sweetheart," he said, voice dripping with condescension. His open palm hit the fat of your ass, a hot sting spreading along the skin. You whimpered, fisting the sheets and feeling your brain slip back into that fuzzy space you love so much.