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Hello anon ⭐. STOP the way i love this concept. Plus its Jotaro, I find him deliriously attractive.
"If you weren't such a damn brat..." Jotaro drawls, sinking deeper.
"I wouldn't have to fix your mouth." He mutters, tangling his hands in your hair.
He pulls you back a bit, his cock resting on your cheek as he takes a long look at your face. You get ready to say something slick.
"Mm" he mumbles, before taking you back on.
He pushes your head back and forth, guiding it and slowly becoming harsher and quicker.
Drool coming down your chin that he swipes up. "Such a pretty girl, hm?".
He moans, feeling your throat constricts around him. Your mouth being a perfect fit.
He places his hand on top of your head, keeping you still as he begins thrusting. You gag a little as you look up at him. His abdomen contracting as his brows furrow and he lets out a long moan.
He gets sloppier, and a little quicker before he stills.
His breath hitches as he spills in your throat, taking it out the last few so it catches on your face, decorating your cheeks and nose.
owner getting tired of puppy's needy whining and telling them they can fuck themselves on owner's cock. owner with one hand on puppy's hip, only watching as they fuck themselves back on their owner, not moving as punishment for their behavior.
cockdrunk puppy in heat who can't think about that right now, drooling n shoving their hips back without any rhythm n whining cuz the dumb thing is doing it wrong :(( they couldn't possibly fuck themselves like their owner can ૮◞ ◟𑁬∘˙˚
hi, elly! this is the first time i’ve asked you something. can you write something about endverse!dean? i rewatched the episode a couple of days ago and i’m obsessed. i need you to feed my obsession! thank you 😘
This means nothing...
PAIRING: Endverse! Dean Winchester x Reader
SUMMARY: Dean is very stressed, the need to keep the camp alive is overwhelming
WARNINGS: Sex ig, Honestly it isnt that bad unlike my other works
A/N: My college is fucking insane, this kid didnt lock the bathroom door and i walked into him having a fucking piss. NAH LIKE WTFFFF. Also I've been writing a story so thats the reason I havnt gotten around to this yet.
The soft, ragged panting in your ear cut through the distant sounds of the camp: the soft hum of the generators, the low voices of those who couldn't sleep, and the occasional cough. The old, rugged army cot creaked under the weight of you and the leader of the camp.
Dean Wincester.
You couldn't tell exactly when this thing between you two had started. One night blurred into the next out here, too much whiskey, too much death and too many close calls.
What began as rough desperates fucks to feel something other than hate or fear had slowly shifted into... whatever this was.
Stolen moments.
His mouth on your neck.
His weight was pinning you down.
The rare quiet conversations afterwards when he actually let the walls crack a little.
You didn't mind, and neither did he. In this shitshow of a world, it was one of the few things that still felt good.
Suddenly, you were brought out of your thoughts as Dean snapped his hips forward, driving a choked moan from your throat. His hands quickly clamped over your mouth, warm and calloused.
"Quiet." He growled against your ear, his voice was low and husky from the sex. "Don't need the whole camp hearing how good you take it..."
You bit his palm lightly, and he huffed out a dark chuckle. Dean was sweating, the scars on his shoulders and back shifting under your hands with every thrust. The necklace he never took off swung between you both; it was cold as ice against your heated skin.
When you both came, Dean buried his face in your neck as you bit your lip from the feeling of his cum filling you up. For a long moment, the only sounds you could hear were your own and Dean's harsh breathing, and a small, distant crackle of the campfire not far from your tent.
Dean didn't pull out of you right away; he stayed there. Heavy and warm on top of your panting body. These moments were the ones you lived for. The ones where the walls cracked just a bit to see the man who used to be.
Finally, he rolled off, pulling out slowly.
"You good?" He asked, voice gravelly.
You nodded. "Yeah, you?"
Dean let out a humourless, weak chuckle before rubbing a hand over his face. "Define good at the end of the world." His eyes flicked over to yours, soft like they only were after sex. "You should get some sleep. Got a supply run at dawn."
Dean rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. You saw how much older he looked than he really should look. The loss of Sam, the world, and well... everything had taken a toll on the man.
Slowly, you wrapped an arm around his chest to make random patterns on his now slowly falling chest.
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