#dennis baker x female reader

[littlelioncub43]

The Way It Was

Summary: Dennis has a bad day and takes it out on you.

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst, yelling/shouting, a now insecure reader, hurt/comfort, Dennis being a meany because of a bad day, poor communication skills, Dennis gets reminded of what his life was like before, fluff eventually.

Word count: I have no idea, I wrote this on my phone

A/N: So! This was unexpected! And I've decided to make this a little 2 parter! I'm currently working on part 2, I'll have it up by tomorrow. I felt like these two needed a little drama, don't you think?? I think so. 😈 p.s. I named this after The Killers song "The Way It Was" and I just want to say that I love that band.

Part 2

Dennis was stressed out at work, a member of his division quit so the already bulky workload nearly doubled while they looked for a replacement. Your anniversary was coming up and he wanted to plan the perfect date but all the restaurants he wanted to take you to seemed to be booked solid the entire weekend. And, to top it all off, he spilled old coffee all over himself on the way home from work.

So when he got home, he wasn't in the best of moods, and for some reason your soft smile didn't make it better. He needed space, some time to himself to decompress from everything. You were too cheerful for him to deal with right now, and the last thing he wanted was for you to dump everything that happened to you on to him. When you wrapped your arms around him while you told him about something funny that you saw on the way to his place— he just snapped.

"Jesus— would you stop?! Please!" He boomed suddenly, pulling himself from your grasp and taking a few steps away from you. "I don't want to hear about whatever happened to you, right now, ok? I don't care. I don't want you hanging off my fucking arm, it's too fucking much, all the time! Just leave me alone!"

You flinch when he shouts, jumping back as he continues to yell and put some distance between the two of you. Standing still, you listen to him get it out. You knew he was in a bad mood when he got home, you didn't know it was this bad. You can barely fight back the tears that want to well up in your eyes, but you do. You had a knack for holding things like that in.

"Alright, um," you say softly and scratch the back of your neck, you feel embarrassed for having been so clingy. You really should learn how to read the room better. "I'm sorry I overstepped, I didn't know. I'll, uh, be more mindful of that in the future. But I'll get going, let you have some time to yourself."

Dennis feels like an asshole the minute he stopped yelling. He was already having a bad day, and your smile quickly disappearing as he yelled at you made it worse. The way your voice was so serious and oddly small made his heart sink into his stomach. He wants to apologize immediately, but, of course, his words seem to die on his tongue. You take his silence as your que to grab your things and head for the door.

"I'll see you later, Dennis," you call softly on your way towards the door. Once the door shuts with a gentle click, Dennis wants to cry, he wants to chase after you and apologize— but instead he's glued to his spot in the kitchen.

Your drive home was quiet, your only focus was getting home before you sobbed at the next longest red light. Thankfully you made it to the safety of your home still intact. Sending him a quick "made it home" text, you settle into bed early. The words Dennis said on repeat in your mind. He had a right to be upset, you knew that, but it didn't lessen the pain in your chest. Eventually, you cry yourself to sleep for the first time in a long time.

Dennis on the other hand, couldn't sleep a wink. The guilt was eating him alive, everytime he shut his eyes he saw the lightheartedness drained from your eyes and slowly be replaced by a dull pained emotion. And knowing that he was the reason behind it made him sick to his stomach.

He might have gotten an hour's worth of sleep when he heard his alarm going off. He groaned and rubbed his eyes as he got up. He pulled himself out of bed and went on about his normal routine, except there was no "good morning, handsome" texts from you. No "did you get enough sleep" texts. No "I had a weird dream" texts. It was dead quiet, and there was nearly nothing of yours to be found in his apartment. He was alone like he wanted. And for the first time in nearly a year, Dennis was reminded of what his life was like before you.

And that terrified him.

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summary - dennis has been feeling sexually frustrated after his divorce (not like he was getting anything whilst married anyway), but he decided to try out a new place that he overheard his colleagues talking about.

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[1000night]

Mechanic AU Series

pairings: Curtis Everett, Jake Jensen, Chris Beck, Steve, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Scott Huffman, Dennis Baker, Frank Adler, Nick Fowler, Chris, Lloyd Hansen /plus size female reader

warning: It's polyamory relationships. soft dark, insecure reader, fluff

Summary: When you meet Dennis in the grocery store, you both do the side-to-side dance when you try to pass them in the grocery store aisle. Then it led you to meet Dennis’s other “brothers”, a chain of accidents made you and them become closer. Little do you know, you’ve been marked by them, and they vow to cherish you until their life end.

A/N: No beta, English is not my first language, but all mistakes are mine.

Today is your off day, you checked the fridge, and you find nothing.

Sigh as you close the door, you decide to go down the town, eat your brunch, and go to the grocery store to fill your fridge.

Mint green frill sleeve blouse, mango yellow long skirt, you check your outfits the last time. Take a deep breath, murmuring under breath

“It will be OK, just eating brunch, buying food, and you can go back. Yes, totally don't need to worry.”

You hope the the Cafeteria has self-service ordering machine as you ride your bike.

The brunch was great, they did have some machines you need so you don't have to meet the barista.

But when you went to the grocery store, you and a man met in a aisle.

At first, you went to right side and tried to pass him. But he do the same side of you, you straight up, tried to go left side, and he shifted to left.

This time, you bumped into his strong and large arms. Congratulations =)

“I'm …I'm sorry! I didn't mean to…are you alright?”

You lifted your head up, then swallowed heavy

Oh my Diavolo, he's a delicious beafcake. What have you done so lucky to meet him?

“Um…no, it's ok. Actually it's my fault, I notice you move first and I just…be stupid I guess. I'm sorry.”

His sea foam blue eyes shining behind his glasses, the grey shirt showing his muscles under the fabrics, and his dark blonde hair…

Is he real? Or this attractive man just your imagination?

Blinked slowly, you offered a shy smile to him

“Well, you don't need to apologizes, sir. I would let you go first this time.” You took a gesture as you left some space for him

“Oh…uh hum, thank you, miss.”

You almost couldn't handle the urge to inhale when he passed you. The scents of juniper berry and coffee made you feel dizzy.

You released the breath you were holding, shaken the romance and unrealistic thoughts away, and focus on your shopping list again.

When you found the cereal was on the top shelf, you growled

“Seriously? Why can't the store offer some ladder or whatever to help their customers.”

You complained as you tipped your toes, try to get the cereal was hide in depth

“Miss, can I do something for you?”

A familiar voice showed up behind you, you turn to him as your act paused. Your sights shifted between the cereal and the man you just met a while ago

Then you nodded

“Yes, please. Can you get the cereal for me, sir? I can't reach it even I tip my toes.”

He stepped forward as you stepped back, let him take the cereal for you.

“How many box do you need, miss?”

“Two boxes are enough.”

He grabbed two boxes and place them into your cart. You offered him another smile

“Thanks for your help again, sir. You're so kind.”

“That's not a big deal. Hehe…um,can, could I know your name?”

He rested his hand on the back of his neck, laughed shyly, his eyes landed on your lips, then back to your eyes

“I mean, I think maybe we could drink some coffee sometime or…” The blush was covered up his face and his ears from his neck

Why a man could be so adorable? Why this man want to ask you out? But the more important, who are you dare to turn him down?

“If you're asking me out, then my answer is yes. I'd love to have a date with you.”

It's definitely not the sentences you'd said in normal, especially to a stranger, but his herbivore nature just woke your instinct that deep in your mind, you're a woman prefer to carnivore after all.

“My name is y/n l/n, you can call me y/n,my friend.”

“Dennis, Dennis Baker. It's nice to meet you, y/n.”

God help me, is today really my lucky day?

When you screaming internally, you didn't notice Dennis is looking over your shoulder and smirked

Behind your back, there were three other men staring at you and Dennis, and they smiled back.

#1000night masterlist #steve rogers x female reader #bucky x female reader #dennis baker x reader

[roguerecs]

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last updated: august 2022

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- Look at those signs! Let’s go read them!

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𝑻𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌:

one-shot. ┊ drabble. ┊ series.

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𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆:

angst.┊ fluff. ┊smut. dark. ┊  soft!dark.

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𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝑭𝒊𝒄 / 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:

reader fics. ┊ original character (oc) fics.

! PSA: for specific reader/fic tags, i tag according to what the author tags.  

tba.

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to find fics with specific tags and character, use this format:  [NAME] x [SPECIFIC TAG] example: ari levinson x female reader

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𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔 & 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 

chris evans. ┊ ari levinson. andy barber. ┊ colin shea. curtis everett. ┊ dennis baker. frank adler. ┊ jake jensen. johnny storm. ┊ lloyd hansen. mr. freezy. ┊ ransom drysdale. steve rogers.

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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒍:

bucky barnes. peter parker (tasm!peter & mcu!peter). natasha romanoff. ┊ sam wilson. stucky. ┊ wanda maximoff. xu shang-chi.

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𝑨𝑼𝒔: 

a/b/o. ┊ baker. best friend’s dad. ┊ biker. cam. ┊ ceo. ┊ college. cowboy. ┊ dad’s best friend. dilf/milf. ┊ frat. ┊ hybrid. lumberjack. ┊ mafia. ┊ medieval. mythology. ┊ royal. single parent. ┊ supernatural.

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...with benefits. exes to lovers. friends to lovers. friends/lovers to enemies/exes. fake dating. ┊ forced proximity. neighbors. ┊ only one bed. roommates. ┊ sex pollen.

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tom holland. crossover. ┊ comfort fics. all time faves.

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[littlelioncub-library]

Strong Connection Detected

Summary: You and Dennis have been friends for quite some time now. When you invite him over to help set up your new router, you can’t help but notice how hot your shy little friend is.

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Soft dom!Reader, sub!Dennis, pet names (Angel, sweetheart, Den, etc.), Dennis is touch starved, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, premature ejaculation, dirty talk, mentions of titty fucking, Reader likes Dennis with his glasses on, Dennis gets pussy whipped instantly.

Word count: 3,830

A/N: I am in a mood for Dennis, so I think the next few fics I write will be ones for him. Or Jefferson. Or Justin Capshaw. We’ll see! Hehe I feel pretty good about this one, I wasn’t while I was starting it, but after looking it over and editing it a bit, I really like it. The world needs more Dennis Baker smut. He’s pathetic and needs a good, solid fucking. I no longer do a tag list! If you want to be notified when I post, follow @littlelioncub-library and turn on the notifications. I love you all!

Kisses 💋

—K

“How’s it going, Den?” You ask from your spot on the couch.

“Almost done,” Dennis mumbles in concentration. He’d been saying the same thing for over half an hour.

You sigh and watch as Dennis pieces your new internet router together. The new machine was far too complex for you to figure out yourself, but when you told Dennis about it he insisted he set it up for you. “Those guys overcharge for installation anyway.” You’d been friends with Dennis for nearly 2 years now, you met at work shortly after his wife left him. He was friendly, a bit on the shy side but always had a nice thing to say, if he ever spoke at all. It took you about 6 months to get him to say more than 15 words to you at the office, but you were nothing if not a patient woman.

Dennis liked that about you; everyone was always trying to rush him; to speak, to get things done, to get out of their way, to sign the divorce papers—but not you. You let him take his time, hell, you even smiled at him when he took more than 40 seconds to stutter out a simple ‘good morning.’ Thankfully as the years rolled on, he got more comfortable with you. Sure, he still stutters like crazy when you stand a little too close or caress his arm while you talk, but, hey, it’s an improvement.

You watch as his large hands skillfully piece together the black box, and you can’t help but admire the thick arms he hides underneath gaudy polo shirts. Your eyes flicker up to his face, his glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, his eyes steely as he focuses, his tongue peeking out. It should be illegal to be this buff and this cute. You bite your lip softly as your thighs begin to rub together, your skin beginning to heat underneath your short floral dress (Dennis’ favorite). You let your eyes continue to wander his body, his thick, muscular thighs are spread as he sits comfortably next to you, and you can’t help but wonder what they would feel like against your naked pus—

“Are you ok?” His concerned words bring you out of your filthy thoughts.  

“Hm? Yeah, why?” You swallow thickly as the tingling between your legs gets stronger. He watches with a slightly nervous gaze as you slowly shift closer to him, your legs pressed against his.

“You were just…” he trails off when your hand curls around his bicep, your hands were always so soft, he swallows thickly.

“I was what, Den?” Your voice drops into a huskier tone almost on its own, the way he reacts to the lightest touches makes you want to tease him more—so you do. Your hand pulls away from his bicep to rest innocently on his inner thigh, the muscle jumping underneath the beige khakis he wore.

“A-Ah!” He squeaks, his eyes wide in shock, he didn’t know what you were doing but he was certain he was going to snap the plastic he held in his hands if you kept going. You smirk at his little noise and bring your other hand to rub his back soothingly.

“Are you ok?” You repeat his words in that sultry tone and Dennis is surprised he hasn’t cum in his pants yet. Your eyes catch sight of the sizable tent straining at his zipper and fight off a moan of your own. As soon as Dennis realizes you see his not-so-little problem, he immediately goes to cover himself with both hands, his face as red as a tomato.

“I-I, I’m sorry!” He rushes out, ready to hear you make fun of him or call him a pervert or kick him out, but instead he feels your gentle hand cover his own, tenderly rubbing backs of his hands and slowly peeling them away from his crotch.

“You don’t have to apologize, Den,” your voice is calm and soothing, as soon as you rest his hands on his knees, you gently hook your finger under his chin, turning him to face you. As frightened and embarrassed as he is, Dennis does as you want him to. The moment your eyes lock, his breathing begins to deepen; there was a lustful darkness taking over your gorgeous eyes, it made the fire in his belly burn even hotter.

“Is this ok?” You ask as your hand returns to his inner thigh, this time stroking the length of his knee, inching closer and closer to the aching bulge between his legs. He almost chokes on his words when he feels you rub his thigh, your question nearly going over his head completely.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he repeats breathlessly as he nods dumbly, his eyes stuck on yours. You smile softly at his consent and finally cup him through his pants, the hardness beneath your palm had you biting your lip. “O-Oh god!” He whimpers under his breath, his pretty eyes fluttering shut as you hold him in your hand.

Finally, your hand begins to move, the grind of your palm into his cock sends Dennis’ mind spinning. It’s been so long since someone touched him, he’s been single ever since his divorce and even before then his ex-wife hardly looked at him let alone touched him. He’d grown so accustomed to the feeling of his own hand that he forgot how good it felt to be touched by someone else.

“Dennis,” you repeat again softly, he let himself get so carried away in his own thoughts that he didn’t hear you call his name. He opens his eyes again, desperation and worry written all over his face. The way he got so caught up in the pleasure just your hand gave him made you hungry for more. Your nose brushes against his as you lean in closer. “Can I kiss you?”

“Fuck, p-please,” he whimpers again, his eyes sliding shut again as you kiss him. You sigh happily against his lips, the way he immediately submitted to you was everything you dreamed of. His lips were soft and shy, afraid to go too far but still hungry for any shred of kindness you offered. When your tongue licked at the seam of his lips, his hips surged forward into your hand on instinct. Your grip on his cock tightened ever so slightly, pulling a sharp gasp from the timid man next to you. Sliding your tongue into his parted mouth, you moaned at the taste of him; mint toothpaste and the chocolate muffin you gave him as a snack an hour before.

You both lose yourselves in the kiss, each one intensifying with each passing moment. You sink your teeth into his swollen bottom lip, drawing a shaky moan from the back of his throat. Suddenly you slide from your spot next to him, making him pout, his lips ready to begin pouring pleas and apologies. When you settle yourself on the floor in between his spread thighs, Dennis couldn’t help but curse. He wanted to commit the scene before him to memory: your beautiful eyes looking up at him while you kneel for him.

“Now, Den,” you speak softly, you were just as breathless as he was, except you were half drunk with power, you trail both hands up his inner thighs, sending shivers through his body, “tell me what you want me to do.”

“Fuck,” he curses again as he tries to find the words but his brain is damn near useless right now. You smirk as you watch him scramble to speak, you knew he was shy, so you relished in his reactions. “I want… I want you…”

“You want me to what, Dennis?” Your tone is encouraging and reassuring, that alone is enough to make Dennis’ heart beat erratically. He let out a frustrated noise as he tried to regain some composure. “Want me to touch you?”

“Whatever you want,” he whispers, “I want-want you to do whatever you want…”

His cute answer makes you smile at him, you bring your lips to his again, rewarding him for his good answer. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, chasing your sweet lips.

“You wanna know what I wanna do to you, Dennis?” You ask slowly in between sweet kisses, “I wanna suck your cock,” he moans at your words, “and then ride you nice and hard, make you feel so fucking good, until you cum inside me… you want that?”

“Yes! Yes—fuck!—yes!” He gushes out as you begin to unbutton his pants, eager to get your mouth on him. The sound of his zipper being pulled down suddenly snapped him out of his desperate haze. “Wait!” He called, his hands holding your wrists still. You look up at him, your hands stopped in their tracks.

“Something wrong, Den?” You ask as he licks his lips, you could tell he was looking for the right words to say, “Do you want me to stop? We don’t have to do anything, if you don’t want to,” you say sincerely with a sweet, soft smile. When he didn’t say anything for a few moments, you smiled a little wider and started to get up from your spot between his knees, “we could jus—“

“No!” He exclaims a little louder than he intended, a sheepish, apologetic smile gracing his lips, “sorry, no, please, I-I don’t want you to stop. It’s just,” He took a deep breath, his eyes looking down at the floor, “I haven’t been w-with anyone since my div-divorce and, uh, my ex-wife, she said that my, um, my penis was… was bad…” He waited for the cruel laughter, the mocking words, a scoff—something. But instead, you tilted his chin up to look at you, he found your gentle expression and a warmth in your eyes that he’s never seen before.

“I’m sure she said many other cruel, untrue things to you, Dennis,” you push a hand through his hair, caressing the side of his face as you speak, “things you didn’t deserve. Let me show you what you deserve, Angel. Hm?”

Dennis gives you a shy nod and you all but devour his lips, your movements are strong and determined, it leaves him scrambling to take it all yet yearning for more. This time he doesn’t stop you when you pull his zipper down, your hands pulling down his pants and boxers to his mid thigh in one go. With your tongue sliding sensually against his, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, your fingers hardly able to touch. Dennis whimpers loudly into the kiss, his mouth hanging open as you massage his shaft. You sigh at the weight of him in your palm and pull back to look at him. You drool when you see the monster between his thighs; a wide, angry red tip atop a long veiny shaft that pulsed in time with his heartbeat.

“Holy shit, Den,” you moan in awe and give his cock a stroke, licking your lips as a bead of precum coats your fingers, “you’ve got such a big cock, can’t fucking wait to feel you splitting me open,” you ramble, your feral gaze locked on his tip, watching as more precum oozes from his hole. “Fucking hell…”

“Oh! Oh fuck!” He cries out, his head falling back against the couch as your lips wrap around his tip, your tongue greedily lapping up the salty precum as your hand jerks him off. You moan around him as you begin to move, taking more and more of him into your mouth with each eager bob of your head. Dennis’ thighs shake beside your head, his whole body strumming and thrashing with pleasure. He’s never had anyone go down on him before so this was a whole new experience to him. “Oh my god! Oh my god!”

Large hands grip the back of your head, guiding you lower and lower down his length each time. You take a deep breath through your nose, relax your throat and take him as deep as you possibly can. His toes curl in his socks when he feels himself breech your throat, his length suddenly disappearing into your hot, wet mouth. A confused but wanton moan flying from his mouth as you swallow him down, the grip in your hair tightening to the point of pain. You manage to fit most of him down your throat, your hand jerking the last inch or two that can’t fit in your throat yet.

The noises Dennis makes leaves you absolutely dripping, your hips grinding into nothing with need, your panties were definitely ruined. Your eyes sting with tears and drool coats your chin, but you love it too much to care. He looks the part of a debauched mess; his skin dewey with sweat, his lips parted and red from your sloppy kisses, and his face contorted as the painful bliss that he’s never known before overwhelms him. It’s doing wonders for your confidence.

“I-I, I’m gonna cum!” He sobs between the fat tears that roll down his face, your mouth suddenly pulling off of him with a wet pop. A heartbroken whine of your name leaves his lips but your spit covered mouth silences him with a sloppy kiss. He tastes himself on your tongue as you shut him up in the best way possible.

“I want you to cum in my pussy, Den, not my mouth,” you mumble against him lips, gripping the collar of his pink polo shirt, you tug him to his feet. He sways a bit, the edging making it hard for him to stand straight as you lead him to your bedroom. Wasting no time, you shut the door and push him to the neatly made bed and crawl up the length of his body, settling in his lap. “Undress me, Dennis, please?”

You didn’t need to ask him again. He sits up quickly, his shaky but eager hands are quick to unzip your dress and yank it over your head, tossing it to the floor behind you. Dennis never thought he would ever be here, laying on your bed with you in his lap, begging him to strip you naked. Yet here he was, staring at your bare breasts; he was positive he was drooling but he couldn’t think hard enough to care. “You’re so…beautiful…”

Your shy giggle made him smile softly. “Touch me, Den,” You guide his hands to the swell of your chest, and Dennis is sure that he’ll never be able to go a day without feeling your pillowy soft tits in his hand. He moans and massages the tender flesh passionately, leaning down to suck on your hard nipples, your hand gripping the back of his head.

“So soft,” he mutters in amazement against your sensitive nipple.

“O-Oh fuck, yes, that’s it, so fucking good…” Your soft moans and praises leave Dennis ravenous, he switches between your breasts, making sure to give each one equal attention. He feels your hand tug at his polo and he reluctantly pulls back to help you take it off, pushing his pants and boxers off completely too. You sit back and shimmy out of your ruined panties, giving Dennis a show as you slowly peel the wet fabric from the juncture of your thighs. He whimpers with need and a drooling mouth when he sees a string of your arousal cling to your underwear before breaking and coating your thighs. But before he could get his mouth on you, you push him on his back. A grin finds a way across your face, the sight had Dennis’ stomach doing flips and his own shy smile tugging at his lips. He’s about to take his glasses off but you’re not having it.

“No, leave them on,” You grin as he nods and lowers his hands, “you’re always so cute, Den,” you muse as you crawl over him once more, slowly lowering your naked pussy to his cock.

“Ah-haaaah!” He groans, his eyes open wide to watch as your lips drape around his girth. You moan at his noises and begin to rock back and forth, letting your slick leak down his shaft. “Please, please, Sweetheart, please,” he gasps, his hands on your hips to help you grind on him.

“Please, what, Den?” You smirk and run your hands across his chest teasingly. He shivers violently, his eyes falling shut for a moment before pleading up at you.

“Need to be inside you, please— o-or I’m gonna cum like this,” he begged. He sounded so sweet when he begged for you like this, you ‘ll have to be sure to make him do it more often. You listen to him chant ‘please’ under his breath as he fights off his high, your grinding was quickly unravelling him.

“You wanna be inside me, Den?” You lift up on your knees, rubbing his tip through your soft petals. He nods frantically, muttering ‘yes’ over and over, his eyes glued to the spot between your legs. “You’ve been so good for me, always been so good… I think you deserve it, don’t you?”

“Yes, please!” He sobs, his hands now balling up your bedsheets, he’d say anything to get you to sit on his cock right now. Thankfully, he said the magic words. You slowly let gravity pull you down, your tight little hole stretching around him perfectly. Inch by inch you take him in, the hot, wet feeling of your walls finally wrapped around his cock has Dennis speechless, he can’t breathe, he can’t think, he’s certain that his heart stopped beating. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” He moans wantonly.

“Ohhh fuck, yes, Dennis!” You gasp as you finally take the last inch, your bodies finally connected. Another wave of pride washes over you when you see the fucked out expression on Dennis’ face. The way his eyes crossed before closing made you feel like a fucking Goddess. You give yourself a moment to relish the burning stretch of his cock nestled deep in your cunt. You’re about to start riding him when his large, surprisingly strong hands grip your waist in a bruising hold, keeping you still.

“Not yet, not yet, please, God, not yet,” he babbles on in a strained voice, his whole body tense and trembling with pleasure as he forces himself back from the edge. You pout but stay still until the rapid rise and fall of his chest calmed down a bit. This time when he tries to hold you in place, you swat his hands away and begin to bounce in his lap. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Oh my God, Den, I can feel you in my fucking stomach,” you moan and speed up, the pleasure his cock provides was quickly becoming addictive and you were jonesing for more. At your words he lets out a high pitched whimper, his eyes wanting to fall shut but he fights to keep them open. He was mesmerized by your body, how his cock seemed to just barely fit inside you, and then your tits—he could watch them bounce in time with your filthy movements for the rest of his life and never get bored. You catch him staring and smirk, bringing his hands to your chest again. Dennis feels how the supple flesh jiggles each time you throw yourself down on his cock. “You like my tits, baby?” You moan when his thumbs rub circles over your nipples.

“Yes, holy fuck, I love them, they’re fucking perfect, so fucking perfect,” he whines as you lean into him, smothering his face in your chest. He’s quick to latch on to your nipple, his arms wound tightly around your middle and his mouth sinful and dirty, his body reacting on pure instinct now. Your pace quickens as he sucks harshly at your tit, his hips rising to meet yours.

“Next time, I’ll let you fuck them,” you whisper huskily in his ear, his body tensing and a loud sob leaving his swollen lips at the thought, “you like that? You imagining fucking my tits, Den? Putting your fat cock between ‘em, pushing them together, and fucking them until you’re coming all over me?”

You knew what your dirty talk was doing to him, each word pushed him closer and closer to his high, which he was desperately trying to postpone. He wanted this to last forever, he wasn’t sure if this was just a one time thing but at the mention of there being a ‘next time,’ Dennis can’t help but fuck into you faster and harder, his hands crawling at your skin with blunt nails. The feeling of your tight cunt milking him for all he’s worth is addictive, then your filthy words and sinful promises only bring him right to the edge. It was all building, and soon it was too much for him to stand.

“Ahh! Oh my God, I’m coming! I’m coming!” He suddenly cries, his eyes wide in shock as he empties himself inside you, those strong thigh muscles tense and shake in time with his short, panicked thrusts. You moan as you feel the heat of his seed fill your womb, the seemingly endless ropes of cum keep coming and coming until he drips out of you. The strangled cries and moans of the man beneath you tell you that you’ve done your job— Dennis Baker was completely ruined. You smirk as he comes down, his hips stalling out as he goes lax under you. “Holy fuuuuuck!” He groaned in a trembling voice, his chest heaving. You chuckle at his fucked out voice.

“How are you feeling, Den? Feelin’ good?” You ask while you catch your own breath, petting his messy hair. He hums and nods, his eyes heavy and he relaxes.

“I feel… God, I-I never felt this way before,” he slurs, and looks up at you with a dopey love-sick smile, one that you can’t help but return. His smile drops as his face twists in worry, “you didn’t finish,” you can see the disappointment in his eyes, “I’m sorry, you just—I just, I couldn’t stop it, I—“

“Shhh, it’s ok, Den,” you soothe with a mischievous smile and wink. Dennis looks up at you in awe, thanking whatever higher power made him the luckiest bastard on the fucking planet. When you started to grind on his hypersensitive cock, his whole body jolted at the sharp sting of sensitivity that shot through him, his back bowing off the bed as he groans, his hands trying to hold you still again.

“Aaaaah! Fuck!” He shouts as you give him gentle little bounces. You lower your mouth to his neck, softly kissing and biting the exposed skin there.

“You can make it up to me this round.”

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Stitching

Spencer Reid x Reader (female)

A/N- Much like Adam Driver, I have been a huge fan of Matthew Gray Gubler and criminal minds for years. With quarantine, I decided to re-watch the show from the beginning and I had some inspiration. My writing tends to take a while but if you have any requests or idea for Spencer Reid, please send them my way.

Word Count- 6286 words

Warning- Angst, mentions of violence and torture, fluff, tears, and the usual criminal minds details.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare.

QUANTICO, VIRGINIA

“Good morning my lover and friends. As of 8:45 am, yesterday morning, four bodies have been found across the Washington State area. Locations confirmed to be Pomeroy, Baker City, Salem, and Mill Creek. All victims were very similar in physical appearance; Caucasian, red hair, brown eyes, approximately 5ft 4’.”

Garcia swiped her tablet to display family photographs of the victims on the screen. The team watched, in the debriefing room, as they scanned through their own tablets; reading through the details. Spencer’s eyes flittered over the images as his fingers scanned across the words in his paper file; still adamant on not working with technology like the rest of his team.

“What about the cause of death? How were they found?”

Garcia shivered at Rossi’s question.

“It’s not a pretty image. Each victim was dismembered at the elbows, knees, neck, and stomach. Further cuts were made vertically down the stomach and across the face, arms, and legs. Not deep enough to cut through bone, but deep enough to bleed out. Where the unsub cut our victims, he then sewed them back together.”

Emily looked up at Garcia.

“Are you saying the lacerations were made before the victim’s died?”

“Precisely. Each autopsy report came back the same with the cause of death pointing to the direction of blood loss; specifically, from the throat.”

The team looked at the new images before them. Multiple pictures appeared on the screen, showing the bodies of the victims. The pictures showing the women laid out in the same pose, thick thread holding together the pieces of their corpses. All had their eyes closed, except one.

“Garcia, the last victim, zoom into her face.”

Garcia did as Spencer asked.

“Her eyes are closed.”

Spencer nodded, glancing towards JJ as she spoke.

“Meaning that he felt remorse for this murder.”

Derek scrolled through the pictures on his tablet.

“The other three victim’s eyes are open, indicating that he wanted them to look. To watch what he was doing, whatever it may have been.”

Spencer looked across the table at the questioning faces.

“So, what changed between the third and the fourth victim?”

Hotch stood from his seat, indicating the others to grab their belonging.

“We can discuss further on jet. Wheels up in thirty.”

WASHINGTON STATE

Being greeted by the local police department in Clagstone, Spencer and the team began their investigation into the murders. Spencer did not know what it was, but the stitching on the bodies felt familiar. Like he had seen them before.

Looking up from his files, Spencer watched as Derek walked into the room, ending a call with who he could only presume to be Garcia.

“Garcia has just completed background checks on our latest victim. Lily Trent visited local film screenings at the Southview Centre religiously, to watch horror movies in particular. Seems like the girl loved anything horror and Halloween; according to her roommate and her computer history. It seems that are other victims did also.”

Spencer stood from his seat and walked towards the whiteboard at the back of the room. Writing down the details Derek stated, his brain began to filter through the relevant information needed.

“Halloween is ranked the ninth most celebrated holiday in the world. With different interpretations of the holiday occurring according to country and culture. Wearing costumes at Halloween did not even become an occurrence until 1585, with the first instance recorded in Scotland.”

Derek chuckled at Reid’s excitement. He knew the boy loved Halloween.

“Well it all looks like they were pretty huge fans of the holiday and horror films. Maybe our unsub was too.”

Spencer looked down at the photos in his hand, scanning his memory for any correlation.

“Maybe, it’s not just horror, but a particular film. If all the victims were presented in a certain way, maybe the unsub is trying to replicate what happened to a character in a particular film.”

Derek crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’ll call Garcia to search through all the victims search history to see if any particular horror films come up in each one. Do you know of any films that the unsub could have replicated?”

Spencer shook his head.

“I can collate his actions to hundreds of films but, the method of torture and look of the victims, I can’t think of one horror feature that pinpoints all that the unsub has done.”

A thought unexpectedly popped into Spencer’s mind. Derek cocked his head at the sudden halt from the resident genius.

“But I know someone who might.”

UNIVERSITY OF WASHINGTON

“The importance of genre in film alters many of the other aspects. The characters and their narrative arcs, the music score, cinematography, the edit, and so much more. Sometimes genre even dictates the director who signs onto the project. Dennis Dugan would not have a directing career if Adam Sandler stopped making comedy movies. Because that is what he directs. He doesn’t direct comedies; he directs Adam Sandler comedies. Which, in my opinion, are a whole genre on their own.”

The class chuckled.

“Genre plays a part in everyday life. Sometimes, your day will be led by romance, or grief, or action. There may be drama, or comedy, or even silence.”

The class looked on in concentration as Y/N walked across the floor. If someone who did not attend the college walked past the classroom, they could’ve presumed that she was a student. She looked young enough.

“It controls the way the characters talk, act, and move. How the plot thickens and pushes forward and…”

The doors at the back of the auditorium opened. Y/N looked up at the sound of the intrusion to see figures that she could not recognise, and one that she did.

Clearing her throat, she continued.

“And how it even ends. We shall leave it at that today. What I want you to do in the meantime is research a genre in particular and come up with examples that counteract the stereotypes that have been enforced upon the genre itself. Hand it in to your professor first thing Monday morning. Thank you.”

Y/N watched as the students collected their things and filtered out of the room. The figures waiting till she was only left before they walked down the steps.

Coming to a stop in front of her desk, Y/N crossed her arms and waited. Spencer stepped forward with a crooked smile on his face.

“Hi Y/N.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.

“Long time no see stranger.”

Spencer’s cheeks burned at Y/N’s words. The team shared looks between them at the unfamiliar display. They had seen Spencer blush at people before, but not for a long time.

Spencer cleared his throat, preparing himself to act professional.

“This is Dr Y/F/N Y/L/N. Y/N travels across the country to guest speak at different universities on her topic at hand. She specialises in film studies, more importantly the focus of characters and genres. If I can’t connect the unsub’s actions to a film, Y/N most definitely can.”

Y/N smiled at Spencer’s praise.

“Nice to meet you all. So, what are you here to talk to me about Doc? Obviously, you’re here on a case and if you are asking for my help, I’m guessing it’s going to be pretty gruesome.”

Spencer blushed at the nickname; caught off guard by the word slipping of her tongue.

Sending a raised look towards Reid, Hotch began to explain why they were there.

“Were looking into a case of connected murders. All victims were found to have been mutilated and tortured in the same way. As well as showing resemblances in their physical appearances. With research, we’ve found that each victim was particularly fond of horror films and Halloween. We would just like for you to take a look and see if you could recognise if the ways in which they were harmed stemmed from a film in particular.”

Y/N nodded her head.

“Of course, anything to help.”

She reached for the files from Spencer’s hands, ignoring the tablet pushed in her direction by JJ.

“Sorry, I prefer to use paper. I only really use technology for my lectures or to watch films if they cannot be purchased in physical form.”

Derek smirked, shooting looks to his team, as his eyes landed on Spencer. He never thought he would meet a technophobe like Reid.

Y/N scanned through the pictures and documents, looking in detail at the lacerations at hand. She identified the similarities between the victims, as her mind swirled through the images and characters from the films, she knew held similarities.

“What were the names of all the victims?”

Emily looked towards the woman.

“That information is classified.”

Y/N did not blink at her abrasiveness.

“Were any of them called Sally?”

The team looked perplexed at her question.

“No. Why that name in particular?”

Y/N continued to scan the pages as Rossi questioned her.

“Because the unsub isn’t replicating anything from a horror movie. The unsub is replicating the physical appearance and staging of a character from an animated movie. A Disney one to be more specific.”

A light bulb flickered in Spencer’s mind as he stared at Y/N in realisation. The hair colours. The stitches. It made sense now.

“The Nightmare Before Christmas.”

LOCAL POLICE DEPARTMENT

“The Nightmare Before Christmas is a 1993 American stop-motion animated musical Halloween-Christmas fantasy film directed by Henry Selick and produced and conceived by Tim Burton. It became a cult classic during the early 2000s with orchestral concerts occurring every year to celebrate the spectacle of the film.”

Spencer indicated for JJ to change the monitor as he and Y/N stood in front of the team to explain the information.

“Originally, the story began as a poem written by Tim Burton. Both narratives follow the protagonist, Jack Skellington, into his journey to Christmastown, and how he tries to make Christmas his own. The character in question that your unsub is replicating is the love interest of our protagonist. Created by Dr Finkelstein, Sally is a ragdoll-esque character whose body is covered with stitches to keep her together. The form in which all the women were found is identical to this scene in the movie.”

The screen changes to show the scene in question; paused at the precise moment to prover her point.

“All red haired, all Caucasian, all eerily the same. The stitches are exactly the same and the pose in which they are in the pictures are also.”

“We now know which film our unsub is mimicking, but how can we produce a distinguished profile of our unsub? All we can say is that between his third and fourth victim, he suddenly began to feel remorseful of his crimes.”

Y/N looked towards Spencer, waiting for him to speak as he knew more details about the case.

“Garcia checked into the victim’s computer histories and found that all four victims attended a horror convention in the Washington state area over the course of the past month. The convention in particular runs every other weekend, focusing on different horror films to highlight. However, they always make an exception for one film; The Nightmare Before Christmas. Whilst reviewing receipts for the tickets, they were all brought through the convention’s website, which is run by its board of organisation every year. Up until recently, the board has held the same members.”

Derek tapped on his tablet to the convention’s website.

“Last month, the website released details stating that a distinguish member was no longer part of the board due to unforeseen circumstances.”

It suddenly dawned on Y/N who Derek was talking about.

“Dean Faulkner.”

Spencer whipped around towards Y/N.

All eyes laid on her as her breath increased.

“You know him?”

Y/N nodded at Hotch.

“I guest spoke at a panel with him a few years back at a separate university. We were both there, amongst others, to talk about the works of a genre that are expertise were in. I was there to basically provide loose ends for what they could not answer. Dean’s specialised area was horror. The whole time he spoke about what he described as the true villains of horror and of the world.”

Y/N gulped, her mouth going dry.

“Women.”

The wheels began to turn in the team’s heads.

Spencer stepped closer towards Y/N in assurance, seeing that her thoughts were becoming overwhelmed. He quickly stepped back after he realised what he had done.

“He went on a raging tangent about the damsel in distress and the final girl. Going on and on and on about how women are weak and would never be the last one standing if faced against the monsters in real life. How they manipulated the men and made the monsters seem worse than they truly were. The only time he spoke positively about women was when we finally calmed him down and, during a Q&A session, a student asked him who the perfect horror movie character was. He said Sally because she was forgiving and would do anything for Jack; even if that meant falling apart and being sewn back together. I tried to justify that the film does not necessarily fall into the genre of horror. But he rebutted saying that it most definitely did, because of the fact that Jack’s dream did not come true.”

The room was silent for a second, taking in the information.

Suddenly, Y/N grasped the pen from Spencer’s hands. Her finger scribbling across the whiteboard.

“I need to know the names of the victims. Get Penelope on the phone and tell me the names.”

The team shocked at her erratic movements, sat in silence.

“Do you want to capture this guy?”

Spencer licked his lips and repeated the victim’s names.

“Susanna Cole, Alice Dawes, Liberty May, and Lily Trent.”

Y/N swiftly wrote the names on the boards. Each name below the other. Underneath the last name she wrote the letter Y.

“Can you ask Penelope to track any females with the first name beginning with Y who have purchased a ticket to the next convention?”

Derek quickly began to type to her. The rest of the team looking on in disbelief.

“There were twenty-three purchases, but with cross referencing with the similarities in the other victims, one matched. Her name is Yasmine Driver.”

Y/N wrote the name on the board. Circling all the first letters of each name, it became clear there was another connection with the victims.

“Their initials spell Sally.”

Y/N nodded at JJ’s disbelief.

“Reid, when is the next convention being held?”

Spencer diverted his attention to Emily.

“Their schedule every two weeks, so that would make it… tomorrow.”

The team swiftly moved into action.

“JJ bring together the police force for a debrief. Derek and Rossi, go to the convention centre and question the board about Dean. Ask them how often he visited and if they have any knowledge of the victims visits to the convention. Spencer and Emily, contact Penelope for Faulkner’s address. Once you have visited the home, if he is there, bring him in. We’re going to try and catch him before he gets close to his goal. I will locate Yasmine and bring her to the station for safety. We don’t know how far he is going to go and what the end goal of his fantasy is. But we are going to stop him.”

The team swiftly did as they were told, leaving the room with only Spencer and Y/N behind. Just before the door shot, Hotch leaned back in.

“Thank you, Dr Y/L/N, for all your help. If possible, could you stay here with JJ and look through the documents? You know this guy more than we do, so any more information that comes to mind, please let us know.”

Y/N and Spencer watched as Hotch left the room, the door shutting behind him.

As the silence engulfed them, Y/N and Spencer were hyper aware that they were now alone and had been for the first time in weeks.

Spencer swiftly walked towards Y/N and embraced her in a tight hold. Wrapping her arms around the slender man, Y/N breathed in his scent.

“I’ve missed you.”

Y/N chuckled at Spencer’s muffled words, as his head rested on top of her own. Pulling back, Y/N slowly released Spencer, letting her hands drop to her sides.

“I’ve missed you too Doc. We can catch up later, I will be waiting right here. Now, go and save the girl.”

Spencer chuckled at her words but did as Y/N said. Throwing her a smile, Spencer quickly walked out the room, leaving Y/N behind.

Y/N sat in the room, looking over the files as the time passed, waiting to see Spencer return with the rest of the team. A knock on the door startled her from her search.

Looking up at the door, Y/N saw JJ walk into the room with two cups of coffee in her hands. JJ outstretched the one hand, placing the cup in front of Y/N, as she took a seat and began to sip at her own.

“I didn’t know how many sugars you took so I estimated.”

Y/N smiled at the woman’s kindness.

“Thank you. Have you heard anything from the others?”

JJ sat up in her seat as she watched Y/N look over the documents. Her fingers moving across the pages ever so quickly. Her hand that wasn’t tapped continuously on the table in a rhythm.

“Spencer and Emily located Faulkner’s home, but it was vacant. They’re looking around the premises for clues for where he may be; as we speak. Hotch and Derek just called saying they are on their way down with Yasmine now.”

Y/N nodded at her words. Glad to hear that the girl was safe, but the main priority now would be to locate Faulkner. She wanted to truly help them, before anyone else could get hurt.

JJ grabbed her tablet and began to search through the files for any missed out information. Silence befell across the pair, until JJ could not help but ask what they had all been dying to know.

“How did you and Spencer meet?”

Y/N had been waiting for the question. She had seen the looks the team had shared throughout the day. The questioning gazes towards the pair.

“Spencer and I were both guests speaking at the University of California a few months ago. He must have finished his lecture early as he was wondering the halls when he came across the class I was teaching. I was stood on the desk, encouraging the students to do the same. Spencer thought I was a student causing trouble whilst the professor had left the room. He ran in sprouting facts about the percentage of people who fall and severely hurt themselves whilst standing on tables. Telling me that I should get down before he reports me to my professor.”

JJ chuckled at Y/N’s story.

“Sounds like Spence alright.”

Y/N giggled in agreement. As she spoke, Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the memory of their first encounter. JJ noticed the smile on the woman’s face. She knew what that smile meant.

“So, I told him that he better stay there to catch me, just in case I fell, as I was trying to teach my students about the importance of character actions, and how doing something as simple as standing on a desk can amplify the tone of the scene. Like in the film Dead Poet’s Society. Spencer finally realised that I was also a guest speaker and he actually stood there for the next 40 minutes of my lecture. I didn’t need to stand on the desk that long, but I wanted to see if he would stay. Once the lecture had finished, he apologised for jumping to conclusions. I apologised for making him wait for 40 minutes in case I fell. He told me I didn’t make him wait; he chose to. We’ve been in contact ever since.”

Just as Y/N finished her story, the door to the conference room opened once more. Looking towards the door, Y/N watched as Hotch entered, followed by Yasmine. The young woman looked scared, but unharmed.

Y/N stood from her seat, unsure of what to do as Hotch insisted for Yasmine to take a seat.

“Do you want me to leave?”

Hotch nodded his head.

“We shouldn’t be long. The rest of the team are outside in the bullpen. You can go ahead and join them. JJ and I will take it from here.”

Y/N nodded her head, leaving the room. She watched as Hotch and JJ questioned spoke to Yasmine through the glass, before she turned and walked down the corridor to find Spencer and his friends.

Turning the corner, Y/N failed to stop herself before bumping into a tall figure. Looking up to apologise, her eyes suddenly widened at the familiar face. Before a sound could leave her lips, a blunt force knocked her out cold.

Spencer and the team discussed where Faulkner could be when Hotch strode into the bull pen.

“How did it go?”

Hotch walked towards his team, ready to answer Derek’s question.

“It seems that Faulkner had been stalking the victims for some time. Yasmine detailed seeing him turn up at the conventions, even though he was no longer allowed. She had previously complained about his behaviour to the board before his dismissal. Stating that Faulkner had sexually harassed her. Rossi, did anyone at the convention mention anything about Faulkner that we don’t know?”

“It seems that Yasmine wasn’t the only one. The other board members went into detail about why he was fired. It turned out that all of our victims, including Yasmine, had filed lawsuits against Faulkner for sexual harassment. The charges were ultimately dropped and never recorded to keep the convention’s reputation clear. But they fired Faulkner and banned him from being able to attend any further conventions. Taking away the Nightmare Before Christmas dedicated stand was just a coincidence. They felt that the convention needed something new as they had been celebrating the film for over eight years.”

Just as Hotch was about to declare what the next step would be in finding Faulkner, JJ burst through the ball pen.

“Guys, you have to come quick.”

The team, in shock, watched as JJ ran back towards the conference room. All quickly on her heels. Entering the room, she took control of the laptop, streaming the image to the projector.

Spencer could no longer breathe as he looked at the image on the screen.

“Y/N.”

The screen showed Y/N tied to a chair and bent forward; clearly in pain. Her surroundings empty and dark.

Suddenly a voice was heard.

“I sense there's something in the wind. That seems like tragedy's at hand isn’t there Dr Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

The team watched in horror as Dean Faulkner yanked Y/N’s head back, her body letting out a strangled cry at the pain caused by his actions.

Spencer felt sick, he felt like he was watching himself when Tobias Hankel had held him captive.

“Emily, call Garcia to track his location. We don’t have much time.”

Emily did as Hotch told her to. Talking as quickly as she could on the phone.

“She can’t track it; he’s re-routing the IP address every thirty seconds.”

“She needs to track it. She needs to find her now!”

They all jumped at Spencer’s outburst, watching as tears filled his vision and his hands began to shake.

“Spencer, you need to calm down, we are going to find her. He can’t have taken her far.”

Spencer took in Derek’s words. Taking a breath, he looked back at the screen as he tried to distinguish any recognisable features of where she may be.

Faulkner moved his face to rest against Y/N’s hair, smelling the tresses. She tried to pull away only for him to yank her back again.

“Why did you kill them Dean?”

Faulkner let go of Y/N’s hair. Walking to her side, he grabbed her face in a vicious grip. Yanking her to look at him.

“Why? They ruined my life, everything I ever worked hard for. You all did.”

Y/N looked at him in confusion.

“I did nothing to you.”

Y/N’s breath increased at the vicious look he sent her way. Her eyes flickered to the camera, knowing that Faulkner was streaming what was happening to Spencer and his team. She had to find a way to tell them where she was.

“You made them question my authority. My position. My integrity as a member of the board. You ruined my reputation by belittling me in California.”.

“That’s because you know nothing about horror Dean. You think you know everything about it, but you don’t.”

Spencer couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Why was Y/N taunting him?

“Garcia’s looking to see if there’s any abandoned properties around the area that he could have taken her to.”

Spencer didn’t even acknowledge Emily’s words.

Faulkner reeled back at Y/N’s taunt.

“I know everything there is to know about horror. I’ve seen it all. I’ve lived it. I’ve created it. Ask me anything about it, I know the right answers.”

“But you don’t. You have an idea of horror, your own idea, that is wrong. You believe that women are the reason you lost your job and became the monster that you are. But they’re not. The reason you’re a monster is because of your sick and twisted fantasies. You made those girls feel small and weak, didn’t you?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

The team watched in apprehension.

“Garcia, the location, we need it now.”

Rossi looked between the screen and the phone in Derek’s hand.

“I can get the area he’s holding her, but not the specific building. The whole town is basically abandoned. She could be anywhere from a shop to a house.”

“Keep looking.”

Spencer chewed on his lips. He had to think rationally. If the unsub was upset about the changes and losing his job, what could have been the last straw?

“Derek what was the film they replaced Nightmare Before Christmas with at the convention.”

Derek and Spencer shared a look.

“Cabin in the Woods.”

Spencer ran across the rooms to the files at hand.

“In the location that Garcia has tracked her too, there are three cabins, all within a walking distance of the other.”

The team began to rush out the room, transferring the livestream to a tablet so they could monitor Faulkner and Y/N.

“You’re weak Dean. You’re just like all the horror movie villains. Ghostface, pinhead, jigsaw, all of them. You feed of fear and feeling in control. But the only thing you have in common with them is that you’re not going to win.”

Faulkner scream in rage. Pulling Y/N’s head back, he punched her in the jaw. Striding to the camera, he pushed his face to the lens.

“The party’s over!”

Spencer watched in horror as the feed went off.

“Hotch we have to hurry!”

Hotch sped up the car. Quickly arriving to the location, the team split up into pairs, taking a cabin each to inspect. Hotch and Derek, Rossi and JJ, and Spencer and Emily veered off to their targeted locations. Spencer followed Emily, trying to stay calm, as he slowly walked into the cabin to find it empty, when suddenly a gun shot was heard. Looking in the direction, the pair ran to the cabin that Derek and Hotch had been assigned. The rest of the team already there, looking into the cabin in shock.

“No, no, no, no. Y/N.”

Spencer pushed in front of them, tears pooling in his eyes as he a waited to see the horror before him. He looked in disbelief as Y/N stood from her position on the floor, the gun dropping from her hand as they shook. Faulkner laid a few feet away, in a pool of blood, no longer breathing.

Y/N looked towards the team. Raising her shaking hands towards Spencer.

“I didn’t want to kill him but he was going to shoot whoever walked through the door.”

Spencer rushed forward, grabbing her in a bone crushing hug. His hands stroking her hair as he soother her cries. Leading her out of the cabin, he allowed his team to sort out the rest as he continued to calm Y/N down.

The movement of the team were a blur as ambulances and police cars came. Taking them to the hospital as they sat in the waiting room as Y/N was checked over.

Spencer sat in the waiting room, his leg bouncing up and down with nerves.

Derek excused himself from the groups conversation as he went and sat next to Spencer. Clapping him on the back, Derek squeezed Spencer’s shoulder in re-assurance.

“She’s going to be fine pretty boy.”

“Physically, she has a concussion, bruising along her jawline, and needs stitches on her forehead. Mentally, I don’t know how she is going to handle this. When I suggested asking for her help in the case, I didn’t presume the risk of her being hurt. I should have.”

“Spencer, listen to me. We would have done everything to make sure she lived okay. She not only saved herself but she also helped save Yasmine and this team. Any one of us could have been shot if she had not thought fast and got the gun out of his hands. You know, better than anyone, how to help her deal with this.”

Spencer took in Derek’s words, nodding his head in appreciation, as he leaned against his friend in a comforting hug.

“Probably wasn’t the ideal way to introduce your girlfriend to the team though.”

Spencer stuttered at Derek’s teasing.

“We’re profilers Spencer. We’ve all noticed how you’ve been happier these past few months and seeing how persistent you were for us to consult Y/N, it gave us all an idea why. Seeing you together only confirmed our suspicions. So, how long has pretty boy had his pretty girl?”

Spencer chuckled at Derek’s words. Ringing his hands together as he spoke to Derek.

“Tomorrow is actually our six-month anniversary. She was going to be flying back today so we could celebrate; unless I got called on a case.”

“We can still celebrate.”

Spencer looked up as Y/N walked through the waiting room, fresh stitches on her forehead and an ice pack resting in her hands.

“The nurse said that there was no internal damage. That my body will just be sore for a few weeks. My concussion is light, so I am alright to travel home.”

The team gathered around to check on her. But her eyes could not leave Spencer’s as he rose from his seat. Spencer walked forward slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Carefully he cupped her face in his hands, and to the surprise of Y/N and his team, Spencer bowed his head and placed a careful kiss on Y/N’s lips. Slow, protective, and full of love.

Pulling back, Spencer wrapped his arms around her as he looked at the beaming smiles of his teammates. Y/N couldn’t help the blush across her cheeks or the giggle that followed. Soon, everyone was chuckling at the pair.

“I would like to thank you Y/N. From the entire team. Your actions saved a young woman’s life, and what could have been one of our own.”

Y/N smiled in appreciation at Rossi’s words.

“You’re Spencer’s family. I would do it all again if I had to.”

“Statistically speaking, around 2,000 people a day are reported missing in the US. Approximately, 600 of those would be reported or considered kidnappings. It is highly unlikely for you to be put in a situation like that again.”

Y/N looked up at her boyfriend.

“I never thought I would say this, but your talk about me being kidnapped again is really attractive.”

The team laughed at the girl’s statement, seeing Spencer become physically embarrassed.

“Just to inform everyone, the jet will be ready to depart in forty-five minutes. As I was informed that today you would have been heading home, Y/N we have sent for your belongings to be collected; you can fly back with us.”

Spencer smiled at Hotch in gratitude, the older man knowing he would have only worried if she had flown home alone.

“Thank you, Mr Hotchner.”

Hotch let out a brief smile.

“Call me Hotch. Your part of Spencer’s life, that means your part of this family.”

BAU JET

It had been an exhausting few days for the team, and it showed, as they all were sporadically asleep throughout the jet. Silence encompassed the steel capsule, with only the sound of sleep filled breaths being heard.

Y/N laid fast asleep, with her head on Spencer’s shoulder, as the boy genius sat up wide awake. Looking down at the woman next to him, all Spencer could imagine was what could have happened if they weren’t quick enough. How many days he would have lost with her. All the things he wanted to tell her.

As though she could sense his deep thoughts, Y/N slowly awoke, rubbing her eyes as a yawn escaped her mouth. Blinking her eyes rapidly, she waited till she was fully conscious before she spoke.

“What time is it Doc?”

Spencer jostled out of his thoughts to check the watch on his wrist.

“It’s 2:36 am. You’ve been asleep for approximately 3 hours and 22 minutes.”

Y/N quickly sat up in her seat, wide awake.

Spencer turned towards her in worry, wondering what had made her so alert.

“What wrong? Are you feeling nauseous? Do you need some painkillers, as your due to have…”

Y/N grabbed Spencer’s face and placed her lips flush against his own. Their mouths moved in unison, as Spencer’s own hands moved to circle around her waist, bringing their bodies as close as they could be in the small space they had. They hadn’t kissed since the hospital, and before then it had been weeks. Spencer never realised until then, how much he truly missed her touch, her taste, her as a whole.

Coming to a point where they both lacked breathe, the pair pulled apart. Their eyes fluttering open as Y/N’s hands caressed Spencer’s face. Her one hand travelled to his hair, feeling the tresses that had grown since she had last seen him. She looked at him in a way no one had before. Spencer shared the same expression.

“Happy six-month anniversary Spencer. I love you.”

Spencer looked at Y/N in disbelief.

“Before you start spouting of facts about transference and how I am probably only saying this because you saved my life, you’re wrong. Because then I would be telling Hotch and Morgan the same thing.”

Spencer couldn’t help the watery smile that graced his face. For the second time in the past day, his eyes filled with tears. But this time, they were good.

“I’ve known I have loved you for a long time. For five months actually. I knew I loved you when we made pizza in your apartment and we ended up burning it, so we ordered one instead.”

Spencer laughed at the memory. It was the first time Spencer had initiated their make out. He had watched her cooking, in his apartment, and he had never found her more attractive than he did seeing her in his home.

“I knew that whilst you were spouting of facts about the invention of the pizza that I loved you and that I could listen to you forever. I love you Spencer.”

Spencer pulled Y/N closer to him as he rested his forehead against her own. The pair basked in each other’s presence.

“Past surveys show that men wait just 88 days to say those three little words to their partner for the first time, and 39 percent say them within the first month. Women, on the other hand, take an average 134 days. You knew after 31 days that you loved me. I knew after our first date that the way I felt when I was with you is a feeling that I could not even describe with my vast vocabulary. I knew after 8 days that the way I felt was stronger than liking you and that was a frightening thought. But its scarier to think what could have happened to you yesterday. That I could have lost you without you ever knowing. I made that mistake before. I will never make it again. I love you too.”

Y/N couldn’t help the smile and giggle that overtook her. Spencer, feeling high of the serotonin that was coursing through his body, couldn’t help his laugh either. Soon the pair were a giggling mess, unaware of the team who had all begun to awaken whilst the pair were talking.

The team congregated to the back of the jet, allowing the couple to stay in their own bubble.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen him truly happy.”

The group nodded at Emily’s words.

JJ smiled as she watched her best friend rattle of the possible movies that he and his girlfriend could spend their anniversary watching as she recovered. Her smile growing even wider at Y/N’s enthusiasm to watch the film’s in their original language. None of them could miss the look of adoration beaming between the pair.

“Yeah, it really has.”

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. -Lao Tzu

A/N- It isn’t the best but I really enjoyed writing this one.

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Here’s what happened when the GLAMOUR style squad designed their very own Fiat 500 Collezione

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Here’s what happened when the GLAMOUR style squad designed their very own Fiat 500 Collezione

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GLAMOUR UK was given the opportunity of a lifetime – to customise our very own Fiat 500 Collezione in all its millennial pink glory.

With 500,000 ways to personalise at launch, almost every Fiat 500 on the road was unique. People weren’t buying it to get from A to B, but as an outward expression of their individuality and style. So, it was a dream come true for GLAMOUR UK when we were granted the opportunity to style our very own version.

Forever a favourite amongst the style-conscious, our team couldn’t wait to get their hands on the Fiat 500 Collezione and give it the GLAMOUR touch. Watch the video to see what happened.

So who made up the GLAMOUR style squad?

Portia Ferrari, one of GLAMOUR’s favourite influencers, was on the roster. Not only does she have makeup artist, model AND presenter firmly on her CV, this stylish influencer is also the star of our ‘FastGLAMOUR’ beauty series, meaning she lives and breathes our brand.

Dennis Lye, GLAMOUR’s Creative Lead, also joins our style squad. It’s Dennis’s creative vision that has shaped GLAMOUR’s flawless aesthetic. He knows exactly how to reflect the GLAMOUR girl in everything he does with an artistic eye that is second to none – so we knew he’d give our car the kickass makeover we dreamt of.

The third member of the GLAMOUR style squad entrusted with giving the car the GLAMOUR touch was Ashlee Hill, our resident stylist who is responsible for styling our popular ‘Insta Style’ series. Ashlee is a confident, passionate girl boss who knows just how to make women feel confident inside and out. So why not try out her aesthetic expertise on a car?

For 60 years, the Fiat 500 has been the ultimate life accessory for those with an eye for style. Why? The car’s design takes its cues from fashion and pop culture, comes in 15 fashion-forward colours and boasts interior patterns inspired by the catwalk. As our BTS video attests, the GLAM Squad couldn’t wait to transform this car into the very best kind of accessory.

Ashlee tells the team to start thinking about shapes and colours of the car, noting: “It’s a really fun and cool car” and describing it as “the ultimate accessory”.

Our trio headed to the inspiration corner, where they perused a mix of polaroids, archive imagery and car designs while thinking long and hard about GLAMOUR’s unique personality and how to define the individual style of the magazine.

They explored the heritage and visual identities, pinning image and magazine page references onto the board to create a working mood board, where Dennis explains: “The GLAMOUR reader is really fun and adventurous”, with Portia adding: “The Fiat 500 owner wants to turn heads.”

The team then begin thinking about motifs to appear on the side of the car, with Dennis championing an illustrator called Agustina, saying: “I just like how she depicts women; I feel like we need some of this on the car.” The team agree and head over to the styling zone to start accessorising the car.

“We need to come up with a look that’s quite classic and colourful with a modern twist. A little bit smarter and a little bit chic.”

Urban Ear headphones, a Pampelone dress, Victoria Beckham sunglasses and Jimmy Choo heels are, of course, an essential part of the overall look.

Taking a look at the final car, in our humble opinion, we think it’s endlessly chic, on-trend and entirely reflective of the GLAMOUR brand.

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[littlelioncub43]

Whispers and Declarations

Summary: Dennis is on the phone when he realizes something big.

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY minors DNI), fluff, dom!Dennis Baker, glimpses of dark! Or yandre!Dennis Baker, romantic notions, squirting, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex in an established relationship, creampie, rough, intense sex, Dennis being obsessed with Reader and letting it show, size kink, pain kink, Dennis being pussy whipped in the best way possible, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Word count: No idea, I wrote this on my phone, but she's lengthy!

A/N: As my many other posts have stated: I feel so good about this one, you guys! It feels so much more coherent and articulate and I can't wait to hear what you guys think! This was intense for no other reason than I wanted it to be. I hope you love it, and may we all find our Dennis 🥰🫂💖

Kisses 💋

—K

Part 1

"Hey, boss, can I call you back? Something came up."

The deep vibration of his voice sent a shiver through you, his gaze was set on yours and much more alluring than before. You chewed your lip as Dennis hung up the phone and tossed to the other couch without a thought.

"Come here, sweetheart," he rasps quietly, his hand beckoning you up his body. You crawl up the length of him as he sits up, settling you into his lap. Two big hands hold your head tenderly, almost as if you might break with the slightest pressure.

Dennis takes his time, drinking in the beautiful creature before him. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you were his, you wanted him, you loved him. His breathing hitches slightly, his gaze still dancing across your features. When your soft hands slide up his arms to rest on the backs of his own, Dennis draws in a deep breath.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" He mutters while staring intensely, his voice was a whisper but his words echoed in your head like he screamed them at the top of his lungs. You feel your face heat up slightly at his words, your gaze breaking from his for a moment but Dennis isn't having it. "Look at me."

"Yes," you whisper back when your eyes meet once more. And it's true, you know how much he loves you, it's nearly as much as you love him. You see the muscles in his jaw tighten, the grip on your head tightens softly too. Dennis takes another deep breath, this one much more intense than the first sigh.

"Do you know what I'd do for you?" His voice is strained as he reigns in all the feelings swarming in his chest. You lick your lips and Dennis glances at your enticing lips hungrily. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

At this point, you know he's not expecting an answer. His eyebrows pinch together as he tries to desperately convey everything he feels. He takes one hand and guides it to his chest. You feel the erratic thumping of his heart, the pounding rhythm was accented by the slight heave of his chest as he begins to pant. Your own breathing was deepening to a quick pace.

"Do you feel what you do to me?" He gasps as he presses your hand to the front of his grey sweatpants. The straining erection throbs at the contact of your hand, Dennis's thighs twitching with delight. He holds your hand to him, his hips naturally pushing up to meet you.

"Yes," you sigh. Your jaw hangs open at his actions. You never dreamed in a million years that your sweet, shy, little Den could be so intense. Your hand grips the outline of his cock gently, the action has Dennis grunting.

"I love you so fucking much," he growls before claiming your mouth. If you thought his words were intense, they're nothing compaired to his kisses. You mewl into his mouth as he pulls you deeper and deeper into him. His hand leaves your wrist to wrap his arm around your waist completely, trapping you in his lap.

It's almost a blur from then. One moment you're nestled on the couch, the next he has you hoisted up in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist securely. Your back hits the cushy springs of your mattress followed by Dennis hovering above you.

"Dennis," you moan in awe against his lips as he cages you underneath him. The sound of his name rolling off your tongue is music to his ears, that's all he wants to hear for the rest of his life, but he'll settle for the rest of the night for now.

Dennis uses your little moan as a moment to slip his tongue deeper into your mouth. Normally he'd resign to your dominance, but right now he's on a mission. You sigh a pleased little moan when he takes over the kiss, your hands carding through his hair to mess up the neatly combed strands.

The little squeak you give him breaks his resolve. Dennis pulls your clothes off with a vigor he hasn't felt before. When he finally peels your soaked panties from your core, he curses under his breath. He spends a moment staring at the dripping honeypot between your luscious thighs.

"D-Dennis!" You moan as he suddenly engulfs you, his mouth covering your entire sex eagerly. Moaning deep in his throat, Dennis lets himself feast on you. His tongue moves in bold actions, collecting every drop of your juice before burrowing into your folds. Your legs tremble around his head, further encouraging Dennis's motions.

Your hands claw at his hair, using it to hold him to you while you writhe. He hums happily at the sting at his scalp, his grip on your thighs tightening to keep you open to his attacks. When his lips wrap around your clit, you know you're about to break.

"Dennis! Baby! So close!" You whine for him, your eyes rolling back as the tension builds and builds in your core. A throaty groan is your response from your sweet lover, his hands shifting to pull your heat against his face, your lower half nearly completely off the bed. Flattening his tongue, he thrashes his head side to side wildly. "F-Fuck! M'coming! Dennis!!"

That's what he wanted to hear.

He moans as loud as he can into your pussy, the vibrations pushing you head first into one of the best orgasms you've ever had. Your back arches as you ride the crest of your release, hips wiggling uselessly against Dennis's soaked face.

The moment you cum, Dennis is drinking it up like a man who's been in the desert. Not a single drop was left behind as Dennis licks you clean, the sticky sweet essence was addictive. With one last tongue-filled kiss to your cunt, Dennis releases you to the bed. You gasp for breath, your body was wrung out like a sponge and from the look in his eyes, Dennis was nowhere near done with you yet.

With shaky hands, he tore off his own clothes. The relieved hiss he let out when his hot erection met the cool air of the room left goosebumps on your skin. Kicking off his sweats and boxers to the floor, Dennis drapes himself over you once more and you welcome him with open arms.

"Holy shit, Dennis that was fucking incredible," you purr before he conquers your mouth once more. The taste of your cum has your head spinning and your body burning for more. Each word only adds to the pride pooling in his chest, he sucks on your lower lip before releasing it with a 'pop.'

"I need you so bad," Dennis confesses as he manhandles you into position. Tucking one leg up and over his hip, he presses on your inner thigh to hold you open for him. He looks down to watch his cock slide across your folds in short quick motions as he coats himself in your slick.

Dennis tries to catch his breath but finds it nearly impossible, and so do you. You whimper each time his thick tip nudges against your clit. He pushes his hips flush with your ass, resting his cock against your skin— showing off how big he was compared to you.

You try to speak but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a sweet moan of his name, but thats all that Dennis needs to hear. Guiding himself to your throbbing hole, Dennis grips your jaw in one hand.

"Look at me, baby," he whispers gruffly. He makes sure your eyes on focused on his before he slowly pushes into you. He can't stop his own choked moans as he fills you inch by inch. The way your supple flesh gives as he works his cock into you is divine.

You let out your own fluttery moan as you feel him plunge deeper and deeper. You swear on everything holy that you've never felt so full in your entire life. When you think he's bottomed out, another few inches slide into you. Just more and more and more and more until you think you'll burst at the seams.

Finally, you meet the end of him, his pelvis pressed snuggly against the juicy curve of your ass. Your hands claw at the meat of his unfairly musclar shoulders as you both pant into each other's mouths.

"D-Dennis!" Your voice is thin and thoroughly fucked out.

"I know, I know, Jesus fucking Christ, I know," he groans and releases your jaw to hold your thigh open. He wastes no time drawing his hips back slowly, forcing you to feel every inch slide out of you until his thick mushroom tip is all that's left. Then in one hard movement, he stuffs you to the brim once more, forcing a yelp of from your open mouth. He does it again and again, each intense thrust knocking the air from your lungs deliciously.

You've never been fucked like this before.

"Feel me inside you? Feel how fucking deep I am?" He grits out, a darkness taking hold of him as he stares down at you. "I know you can, I know you'll feel me for days afterwards too."

You babble a response and hold on for dear life as he speeds up, keeping his nearly punishing pace. The bite of your nails in his shoulder make Dennis's head spin.

"Need you to feel it, baby," he grunts, "need you to feel how much I fucking love you." Dennis loses all control, his hips snapping on their own accord and his hands clawing at your flesh hard enough to bruise. One particular thrust sends his head straight into your g-spot. You feel like you're being electrocuted in the best possible way. Dennis can't help but smirk.

"Dennis! Oh my God!" You scream and toss your head back, surrendering to his actions happily. The bed slamming into the wall violently in perfect time with his viciously passionate thrusts accent your screams.

"Do you feel it?!" He shouts between your wanton moans, opting to attack your bared throat. He sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, staking his claim over you. "Do you fucking feel it?!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" You chant over and over, your second orgasm already threatening to wash over you. It was going to be big. You hear Dennis curse into the sweaty skin of your neck before kissing up to your ear.

"I'm going to fucking marry you," he confesses darkly, his words slurring slightly, he sounds drunk. "I'm going to make you my wife," he brings an uncoordinated hand to your clit, rubbing rough circles on your little nub to push you closer to the edge, "never gonna let you leave me, I'd die for you, I'd kill for you—Holy shit, I fucking love you! Can never get enough of you!"

It's the conviction in his voice that shows he means every single word. You feel overwhelmed by it all, but, fuck, if you don't love it. You don't even get the chance to warn him before you're tumbling over the edge once more. The stuttering in-take of breath you wheeze into Dennis's ear tells him that you're going to cum. He pops his head up to watch your face intently.

"That's it! Cream on my cock! Make a fucking mess!" He encourages through gritted teeth as he fights back his own end.

The rubber band in the pit of your stomach draws tighter and tighter until it finally snaps. It feels like a tsunami crashing down on you, your limbs shake in Dennis's hands as you soak him. You can faintly hear his dirty words of encouragement over the ringing in your ears as your walls constrict around him. Your body relaxes as you finally start to come down, but soon sensitivity shoots through your core.

"You fucking squirted," he moans reverently, his pace not once slowing down. You give him a whine, but he's quick to soothe you, "shhhh shhhh I know, I know, but you gotta give me one more, give me one more!"

He leaves no room for arguments as he doubles down and lifts you leg over his shoulder. You whimper and cling to him desperately, only stoking the fire in Dennis's bones. He groans harshly with each stroke, his lips finding yours once more in a sloppy kiss.

It doesn't take much more for him to bring you back to the edge, your pussy both screams and sings with sensitivity and pleasure. You tremble and your eyes sting with tears, everything just felt so good.

"Dennis! I-I love you!" You whimper into his mouth, he greedily swallows your words. The sweet sound of your voice has the pleasure in Dennis's bones doubling. He gives you a pained moan in response, his eyes squeezing shut as he begins to get lost. "I love you, Dennis! I'm gonna cum! M'gonna cum for you, baby!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fucking cum!" He bellows with excitement, he needs you to cum before he does. Thankfully, the messy roll of his hips grind right into your clit and you're done for.

With a wordless scream, you cum around him for one last time. Dennis peels his eyes open to watch you release again. He'll never get tired of seeing how your face twists, or the cute crease of your eyebrows furrowing, how your beautiful lips part while you scream for him, the way your eyes stay on his as long as possible before rolling back in your head.

Dennis's own face contorts, eyes crossing and rolling, his body going rigid. You smile briefly when you feel him twitch deep inside you.

"Yes, do it! Do it!" You breathlessly cry, your tears falling down the sides of your face and into your hair. "Cum for me, Den!"

And Dennis is done for.

"A-Aaaah! FUCK!" He cries, "take it, take it, take it!" He whines, reverting back to his desperately needy ways. You both writhe together, milking each other for all you're worth. Constant moans pour from your mouths as Dennis slowly comes to a stop, finally resting on top of you. He rests his entire body weight on you, too spent from the intensity of everything to hold himself up.

Carefully, he eases your leg down from his shoulder, caressing the tender flesh of your thigh as he moves you. You feel lazy pecks being dusted along the curve of your neck and shoulder, each one was chaste and sweet, soothing out the bites and hickeys Dennis left behind in a fit of passion.

Your eyes droop heavily with exhaustion. Slowly circling your arms around his neck, you hold your sweetheart to you. Dennis smiles when he feels your hug and immediately returns it, tucking you in underneath him even more.

"I'm gonna keep you forever," he whispers, his voice breathy and hoarse from shouting. More kisses rain down on your sweaty skin, lulling you deeper into the tiredness that crept into your bones. You're about to speak but Dennis beats you to it. "Shhhhhhhhh just sleep, I'll take care of you."

You do as he says and let sleep pull you away while you listen to his now steady breathing.

"I'll always take care of you."

Part 1

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[littlelioncub43]

Here With Me

Summary: You both are left to deal with the aftermath of your first fight.

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of break ups, miscommunication, Dennis being the worst at texting, a nervous/anxious reader, Dennis being the cheesy romantic he is, Dennis gets his shit together for this (he will go back to being our stumbling little baby later).

Word Count: No clue, babes, I wrote this on me phone

A/N: Alright! Let's clean up this mess, I made 😄 I think a little drama in paradise really rounds them out as a couple. Yes, this part is named after another The Killers song. You should listen to them. Then talk to me about them. Anyway! I hope you liked this little 2 part episode for our little love birds! (Ok, I just finished writing this and I'm like..... do I make a part 3 with steamy make up sex??????????? 👀)

Kisses 💋

—K

Part 1

The day went by in a blur, but it wasn't the pleasant kind where time flies by effortlessly, no. The pain and guilt rested heavy on Dennis' shoulders and dragged out each hour for an eternity. He couldn't get anything done, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of you, if you were ok, if you ate breakfast, if you wanted to break up with him. Dennis has to shake his head to keep that thought from staying around. He couldn't bear the idea of you leaving him, he knew he wouldn't survive that.

He spent the work day staring at his phone, waiting and hoping that any notification would be you texting him about what's happening in your department or telling him to drink more water. But nothing came, just a bunch of spam emails and game notifications.

When he had the task of dropping off some reports to the higher ups, Dennis couldn't help but search the sea of desks and heads for you. The pit in his stomach grew when he saw your spot empty and neat, like you hadn't shown up at all. He saw one of your coworkers perched at the sink in the break room and had to ask if you were in. His shoulders slumped in defeat when he found out that you'd decided to work from home for the rest of the week.

You were definitely giving him space. Just like he wanted.

If you were being completely honest, you'd rather shit in your hands and clap than go to work today. You didn't want to run into Dennis, especially knowing that he was still angry with you. Thankfully, you had a few work-from-home days saved up that you decided to cash in.

You spent the day on your couch, tapping away on your laptop. You didn't bother changing out of your pajamas, it's not like you were going anywhere for the next few days anyway. The urge to text Dennis worsened as the day went on, but you thought if he wanted to talk to you, he would. For the rest of the day, your phone was silent.

Dennis got home to an empty house, which would have been normal but glaring obviousness of your absence made the place cold. He plopped down on the couch with a heavy sigh, the exhaustion was catching up with him. Holding his phone in his hands, he stared at your last text, his thumbs poised over the keyboard.

There was so much he wanted to say, but he knew that it needed to be said in person. So, without letting his nerves get the best of him he shoots you a quick text. The moment it says 'sent' he drops his phone to the coffee table and hides his face in his hands.

The sound of your phone going off has you scrambling to unlock it. You chew your lip as you finally pull up his text, it's short and to the point.

"We need to talk. Could you come over tomorrow after work?"

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

That didn't sound good. What good conversation ever starts with "we need to talk?" None of them. Your eyes water instantly as you stare at the screen. Quickly swallowing the tears that want to overflow, you text back your response.

"Of course."

Dennis jumps when his phone vibrates against the wood table, he let's out a sigh of relief when he reads your response. He leans back into the cushions and runs his hands through his hair. Shutting his eyes, he begins to plan out his apology, what he's going to say, what he'll make you for dinner, what flowers to get you. Soon his tired and planning mind slips away into a dull sleep.

You wait for any reply but instead are mocked with the obnoxious 'read' underneath your message. Which really solidifies that, yeah, this cannot be good. The sinking feeling in your chest doubles as you try to catch yourself before you spiral. You succeed for the most part. You tell yourself over and over that Dennis could just want to explain what happened, you don't know that he's going to break up with you. Anything can happen, and that does nothing to calm you down. With a shaky sigh, you crawl back into bed and turn out the light.

The sound of your alarm pulled you out from the numb pillow of sleep. You stare up at the ceiling as you listen to A/C fill the silent space. Your stomach was in knots, every fiber in your being told you to stay in bed, that if you hid under your blanket nothing could hurt you. But you knew that was no way to live.

You got up and dressed for work. Now in a fresh pair of sweat pants and your favorite band t shirt— you needed the comfort they offered— you got down to work. If you were going to be dumped today, you might as well make some money too.

Dennis woke up with a kink in his neck, sleeping on the couch wasn't part of his grand apology plan. It quite literally threw a kink in it. He winced as he stretched out his sore neck. Thankfully, he woke up earlier than his alarm so he had time to call in sick. Terry wasn't happy to hear that he wasn't coming in to work but Dennis managed to conjure up a convincing cough and a stuffy voice. If he was going to do this right, Dennis needed the entire day to prep.

By mid-afternoon Dennis nearly had everything set up. The house was clean, his fridge was stocked with your favorite foods for dinner, he had bought 3 bouquets of flowers, he had his outfit picked out, and he was half way done figuring out what he's going to say. All he needed to do was shower and get dressed.

It was time. You were cleaned up and ready to go. You opted for a casual look, some black trousers and a confortable long sleeve shirt. You looked cute enough to show him what he might be missing but casual enough for it to be a regular Friday night outfit for you. With one last touch up to your hair, you told him you were on your way and head out the door.

Dennis was shaking like a leaf, his hands are sweaty and clammy. His brain decided to leave the worst case scenarios until the last minute: "what if she doesn't forgive you? Could you blame her? You basically told her to fuck off. You're lucky she hasn't dumped you yet"— oh God, what if you wanted to dump him?

Before he could think about it any longer, the doorbell rang. He mumbled an 'oh god, please' as he picked up the nearest bouquet (he'd give you the rest later) and opened the door. The grip he had on the flowers tightened when he saw you. You looked more serious than he's ever seen, sadness had overtaken your naturally dazzling eyes, a sadness that he's responsible for. He didn't like that one bit.

You steel your nerves as the door opens, ready to see an angry or disgruntled Dennis on the other side. You weren't expecting the flowers. Glancing from his face to the flowers and back, you both take a moment to take each other in. Assessing the damage.

"Hi," you break the silence. That seems to pull Dennis back into the moment, he shakes his head and clears his throat.

"Oh, hi, sorry," he gushes, his cheeks burning pink, "these are for you," he offers you the roses.

You can't help the small smile that tugs at your lips, the sight of it makes Dennis' heart flutter. He pulls the door open wider for you, offering to take your coat, which you let him do. The apartment looked a lot cleaner than it ever had, not a speck of dust could be found on any of the surfaces. You follow him to the kitchen, and you don't have time to suppress the gasp at what you find.

The lights were dimmed to allow the glow of the candles that scattered the kitchen and dining room to illuminate you both. The two other bouquets were arranged into lovely vases, each one elegant and divine in their own way. You take it all in in silence, the pit in your stomach dissipating almost instantly. This definitely wasn't a break up.

Dennis watches intently as you stand quietly in his kitchen, your back was to him and it was killing him not seeing your reactions. The silence was getting to be too much for him to bear. Licking his lips, he clears his throat and calls your name. You turn to look at him, and the softened expression you give him has his breathing deepen. He almost forgets everything he wanted to say.

"I... I am so sorry," he speaks gently and slowly, his tone was as sincere as he could muster, "I have no excuse for behaving the way I did, or saying the things I did," his voice cracks when he remembers what he said, but he manages to continue. "These last few days have been some of the worst days in my life. I never want to live through another day knowing that I hurt you, and I— baby, I'm just so sorry."

Dennis was crying by the time he finishes, hell, so were you. You take in his words, replaying them over and over. Without saying a word, you slowly approach him and wrap your arms around his neck. Dennis responds immediately, his own arms winding around your waist to hug you tightly. He lets out the biggest sigh when he feels you holding him just as tight, which only makes him want to cry harder.

"I forgive you, Den," you whisper softly. You hear Dennis draw in a shaky breath before squeezing you so hard your bones hurt. The relief was palpable, the whole room seemed to lighten within an instant. You let out a little laugh, relaxing into his firm hold while Dennis clings to you.

"I'm so sorry," he repeats as he pulls back to look down at you with watery eyes.

"I know, baby," you nod and hold his jaw in one hand.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise," he rambles on, you nod again and rest your head on his shoulder once more, Dennis leaning his temple against yours.

"I thought you were going to break up with me," you chuckle. Dennis looks at you with a shocked expression.

"What?" His heart breaks at the thought of leaving you, even more so at the fact that you thought he was going to leave you.

"Yeah, just felt like it was coming," you chuckle again, wiping your wet cheek with the back of your hand to avoid looking at Dennis' face, but you knew he wanted you to elaborate. "Like you didn't text or call, so I knew you didn't want to talk just yet. Then there was the "we need to talk" text, and it just sounded like you were getting ready to dump me or ask for a break or something."

Dennis wants to punch himself in the face. He should have known better than to have said it like that. He's about to start apologizing again when you cut him off with a wave of your hand.

"I know, it's ok, you just suck at texting," you tease lightly while looking at your feet. He smiles weakly at that, because yeah, he does suck at texting. The way you shrug and laugh it off just doesn't sit quite right with Dennis. He gently tilts your head back so you have no choice but to look him in the eyes.

"I will never, ever, leave you," he mutters in that low tone that sends shivers up your spine, he's dead serious. "I'm yours for as long as you'll have me."

"Well, then, Mr. Baker. I guess you're going to be mine for a long, long time."

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did dennis ever get to fuck the reader’s boobs like he was promised? i feel like he would genuinely pass away right then and there if she did thinking she was only saying that in the heat of the moment 😰

Hehehehehhehehhe— I'll write it right here right now 😈

Also, if you guys know of any other Dennis gifs, send them my way 🥺

A Promise is a Promise

Summary: You follow through on a promise that Dennis hadn't taken seriously. You show him that you like to keep your word.

Pairing: Sub!Dennis Baker x Soft dom!Female!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), oral sex (m receiving), tit fucking, making out, the first appearance of brat!Dennis, fluff, idiots in love, Dennis being a workaholic, reader being a wonderful person (because you're a wonderful person), and dom/sub dynamics.

Word count: No idea, I wrote this on my phone, any grammatical and spelling errors are my own

A/N: Here it is! I'd like to thank this nonnie for remembering that I mentioned titty fucking in my first Dennis fic 🥺🤧 like you remembered that little detail??? You remembered???? Took my heart and put it in your pocket. So! I dedicate this fic to you, Nonnie— whoever you are. 💖

Kisses 💋

—K

Dennis's eyes blurred for what felt like the hundredth time as he stared at what he swears was the hundredth email asking for help logging into the work data base. He groaned and tossed his glasses on to his desk, rubbing his eyes as he slouches back in his office chair.

"Fuuuuucking hell," he grumbled to himself as he tried to ease the headache that was building behind his eyes. He was thankful he was working from home today, he would be running up the walls if he was actually at work, but he felt a twinge of guilt strum in his chest since he left you alone for a good chunk of the day.

You were spending the weekend with him, and Dennis couldn't be happier. Waking up to you bundled up in his bed looking like an actual angel felt like a dream. He had to touch you to make sure you were real, and when you nuzzled sleepily into his palm on your cheek, he nearly melted.

"Knock knock," you called politely from the doorway. You smiled softly when Dennis' eyes snapped open. "It's late, Den, you should probably get ready for bed."

"Mm," he hummed and scratched the back of his neck as you approached him, "I got a handful of emails to reply to then, I'll be done for today."

You stood between his thighs when he turned to face you, his hands hesitating once before resting on the slope of your hips. Carding your hands through his hair, you gaze down at your shy boyfriend, you can see how tired he is, how his eyes can't seem to focus, and the bloodshot veins that throb in agitation.

"How many more?" You ask softly, smirking when he glances down with a shy smile.

"28," he admits. You chuckle and tilt his head back so he can look at you. Slowly, you plant a kiss on his forehead, cradling his head in your hands tenderly. Dennis can't help but shut his eyes.

"How many more?" You ask again. Dennis blushes, his eyes still shut.

"28," he repeats. You dip your lips lower, kissing the right corner of his mouth, his head tilting to chase your lips but you evade him expertly.

"How many?" You repeat, your voice smoother and sultry. Dennis takes a shaky breath.

"20," he whispers, his grip on your sleeping shorts tightening. Anticipation coats the air heavily as your lips ghost over his to the other side of his mouth, pressing a teasing kiss.

"Now?" You whisper, your hand falling from his face to slide down the front of his chiseled body. Dennis gasps, a shiver zipping up his spine when your hand goes lower and lower. He lets out a choked moan when you grasp his hard cock through his slacks. "I asked you a question, Den."

"F-Fuck," he moans under his breath, his forehead resting against yours. Part of him wants to cave immediately, but some part of him wants to keep the game going. His eyes open, the fire behind them is strong and playful — defiant. "15."

His answer surprises you, to say the least. You smirk proudly at him, rewarding him with a firm squeeze to his throbbing cock. You loved when he was like this, it meant you could be a little rougher with him— which he loved.

The hand still in his hair pulls his head back, your grip a little tighter than normal. The sting at his scalp makes Dennis groan, a little louder than intended but he couldn't help it. Once his neck is exposed, your sinful lips descend upon the pristine skin. Nipping and biting, you leave your mark on his throat, paying special attention to the spot on his jaw that sends his hips rutting up into your hand.

"How many?" You growl softly in his ear.

"15," he growls back without hesitating. He smiled to himself for being able to respond, his victory was short lived before he was gasping your name. Your hand on his dick stroked him through his slacks, the heel of your palm giving him just the right amount of pleasure to have him burning for more. "Oh fuck..."

"My, you're being a brat today, aren't you, Den?" You muse playfully in his ear, chuckling along with him at his stubbornness. "But I know how to get what I want from you. I always get what I want, Den, you know that."

He did.

"You're going to stop working," your tender lips brush against the shell of his ear as you speak and nearly break his resolve, Dennis is already formulating a sassy response, "and you're going to fuck my tits. Just like I promised."

Well, fuck.

Dennis' brain short-circuits when he hears you. He remembers your promise clear as day, but he thought you were only saying that to make him cum. Any smart comment or response dies on his tongue, his mouth is suddenly dry. He swallows thickly and tries to speak but merely whimpers in response. You fight back a giggle, and pull back to look down at your broken sweetheart. He looks up at you with wide, lust-filled eyes, his gaze flicking from your eyes to your braless breasts, his mouth hung open as he pants heavily, his cheeks tinted pink with excitement.

"Do you want that, baby?" You coo as you swipe your thumb along his bottom lip, something he loves. A broken moan and frantic nods serve as his answer. You catch his moan in your mouth as you slam your lips on his in a desperate kiss. His lips move in tandem with yours, moaning effortlessly as your tongue explores his mouth. The kiss is heated but brief, leaving Dennis aching for more, you hold him back in his seat by his neck when he chases your lips. "Take your fucking pants off, Den."

Dennis' hands work as fast as they possibly could to undo his belt and zipper. You loved watching him take his cock out, there was something so erotic about watching his hands tremble with excitement or nerves as he reveals himself to you. You're pulled from your thoughts as he shoves his pants and boxers down around his ankles.

Dennis shivers as the cool air of the room hits the heated skin of his cock. He shivers again when he feels your hungry gaze locked on his private part. It takes everything in him not to cover himself with his shirt, a part of him still wanting to hide in fear.

"Fucking hell, Dennis, you have such a pretty cock," you moan and caress his cheek. The air seems to be knocked out of his lungs.

"It-It's pretty?" He squeaks softly, looking up at you. Your soft smile and nod sends his heartbeat into a tizzy.

"Soooo fucking pretty, baby," you whisper and kiss his lips once before slowly fall to your knees, Dennis' head dipping down to follow your lips. You smile and push at his chest gently, "lean back for me, Den."

He leans back in his chair, his eyes crazed with want. You rub his inner thighs and hum appreciatively to yourself, your eyes drink in his dick. You traced each vein on his shaft with your eyes, and your mouth watered when you saw his leaking tip with beads of precum slipping down his mushroom head.

"Prettiest fucking cock I've ever seen," you sigh, and wrap a hand around his base.

"Ah!" Dennis gasps as your lips encase his tip, your tongue swirling around his flesh to collect the small ropes of precum. His head falls back against the headrest as you suck more and more of him into your mouth. Dennis' thighs twitch with each bob of your head, you were messy when you sucked him off but holy hell you were drooling around him like you hadn't eaten in years.

"Holy shiiiit! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" Dennis shouts when you swallow his entire length, your tight throat contricting around him as you swallow again and again and again. One large hand holds the back of your head, the feeling of your nose pressing into his groin is torturous in the most divine way possible, the other braces against the bookcase behind his desk. When you pull back, Dennis whimpers, but you shush him and pull off your ribbed tank top. The chill of the room has your nipples hardened into buds, but you couldn't find it in you to care too much when he was looking at you like you created the universe.

"Oh my god, you're going to fucking kill me," he says breathlessly as you bring your bare chest to his soaked cock.

"Don't give out on me now, Baker, we haven't had our fun yet," you giggle and give him a cheeky wink before grabbing the sides of your chest. He smiles at your joke and bites his lip when he feels the plush flesh of your tits surround his member.

"Oh god, ohh fuck!" He whines, your breasts were so fucking soft he swears he's never felt anything like it. His eyes want to roll back but he manages to keep them on you, the sight of his hard cock sandwiched perfectly between your gorgeous tits was one he never wanted to forget. His legs trembled as he waited for you to move or to tell him what to do, always the good boy.

You hum appreciatively when you notice his restraint and give his tip a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss. He whimpers and leans back, trying his best to keep from blowing his load immediately.

"Go on, Den," you practically moan to him, "fuck my tits, baby."

He didn't need to be told twice.

With a shy nudge of his hips, Dennis rutted into you. His face twists and crumples as he glides through the valley of your chest with ease, his eyes switching from rolling back in his head to watching in rapture how your flesh moves with his slow thrusts perfectly.

The sounds Dennis was making were absolutely heavenly. Thin, breathy whines and moans of your name, sudden deep growls that vibrated in your bones, and cute high pitched, stuttered curses flowed freely from his bitten lips. When you push your hands into your flesh harder, Dennis groans louder, one hand now gripping your shoulder in a death grip as his thrusts speed up.

"Oohhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuck!" He cries out when his hips find a hurried pace, his resolve finally snapping.

"Yeah, that's it, Den, fuck me, baby, fuck my tits," you encourage, your tongue teasing his head each time he bottoms out. The demure work space now alive with his unending cries of pleasure, the salaciously slick heated clapping of skin on skin, and your sinful words of encouragement.

"I'm close! Baby—I'm close!" He groans through his teeth as you move with him, massaging and manipulating your flesh in a delirious rhythm that left Dennis' mind scrambling.

"Come on, Den, cum all over me, baby, make a fucking mess," you reply with a smirk. With a hushed 'fuck' as he tossed his head back, Dennis suddenly sits up in his office chair, his hands roughly replacing yours on your breasts. The hurried pace changes into a frantic, animalistic one, his grip is bruising on your skin, and the way he fucks into you is nothing short of ravaging.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—" he cuts himself off with a sudden shout of your name, a shiver wracking his body as his head tilts towards the ceiling once more, his eyes shut tight. You feel his member throb erratically, and can't help but moan.

"Look at me, Dennis " you call out in a tone you know he can't disobey. Dutifully, his eyes peel themselves open and he does as you ask, his face was flushed and dewy with sweat as his unfairly muscular body tensed with pleasure. "You gonna be good for me?"

"Y-Yes! Always!" He cries out in a pleasure strained voice. He meant it, too. He was always gonna be good for you.

"Then cum all over me, Dennis," you say in a sinisterly sweet voice, the filthy words a stark contrast to your tone, "be my good boy, baby..."

"M'your good boy!" Dennis grunts mostly to himself, the tendons in his neck bulging as his balls draw tight, the pleasure building in his groin was far too much to handle any longer.

"I'm your good boy!" He practically screams, his voice waivering and high as he cums all over you. His tip just peeking out of the valley of your tits as his hips unceremoniously sputter to a halt. He watches as he paints your tender skin with his seed, each rope coating you in a thick white ribbon. A few spurts land on your neck and chin, much to your surprise.

Dennis moans as he releases his grip on your breasts, his taught muscles slowly relaxing into the chair beneath him. His chest heaves as he looks at you: your hair still neat, your face flushed, eyes lustful and amused, and your tits— oh, the sight. Each globe of flesh was painted in his spend, dripping and oozing down your curvy slopes, your delicate neck was coated as well. God, it was absolutely glorious.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he gasps between deep breaths, his body was nearly completely numb and his ears had a pleasant ringing echoing through them. You giggle at the mess of a man before you, making him smile tiredly.

You swipe a finger through one of the pools of cum on your neck and bring it to your lips. Dennis' jaw drops when you slurp his cum off your finger with a moan. You clear a strand off your chin, making sure Dennis watches as you do it. When you're finished with your little show, you smile at him sweetly and rise to your feet.

He catches your hands and pulls you into his lap, not caring if his seed stains his shirt. His lips latch on to yours needily, craving that gentle intimacy that he's been deprived of for years. You happily oblige, cradling his head in your hands lovingly as you give him a soft kiss. You lose the next five minutes to your tender kisses and gentle caresses. When you finally release him from your hold, he looks dazed and blissed out— like his brain was a puddle of sweet feelings (and it was).

"Let's get ready for bed, Den," you suggest. This time he offers no resistance, simply nodding and nuzzling into your hands with his scruffy face. With some coaxing, you manage to get him cleaned up and tucked in bed in no time. When your eyes drift shut, you listen to the steady breaths of the sleeping man beside you, his arm slung over your waist affectionately and his face hidden in the crook of your neck. The steady thump thump thump of his heartbeat is a gentle lullaby that eventually pulls you into a peaceful sleep.

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Den constantly wanting you to sit on his face

Oh you absolutely know he's aching for it on the daily.

A/N: I felt a little out of practice writing this! Which was odd! But fun to notice, so this Tech Tuesday, perhaps I'll focus on getting back in the swing of writing Dennis

Dennis was supposed to be asleep by now. He was freshly showered, his teeth brushed, his favorite pajamas on, all tucked in and ready to nod off— then you came out of the shower. Only in a fluffy white towel, a very sexy white towel, might he add.

The smile you gave him as you passed by him to the dresser had his insides churning. Now, he was hungry. You don't quite know how it happened, but the towel was long forgotten on the floor and you were seated in Dennis's lap. He devoured your lips, taking as much from you as he possibly could, his tongue playing with yours sinfully.

"Sit on my face," he moaned, his eyes hazy with lust, firm hands gripping the flesh of your ass to pull you up his body greedily. "Fuck, need you to sit on my face."

The last sentence was more of a whimper, his voice hushed and needier than before. You giggle and fight against him, making him huff with desperation. A pleading look from the man underneath you has you petting his face gently.

"You want me to sit on your face, Den?" You repeat his words, noticing how his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. He nods eagerly despite his embarrassment. He knew he was being needy and whiny, but he just couldn't help himself.

"Yes, god, yes," he gasps, feeling more confident with his words than he has in a while, "makes me so hard just thinking about it," he pushes his hips into you, letting you feel the hardness of his cock against your core, "s-see?"

You moan happily at his words, your body grinding down against his naturally, pulling a shaky moan of your name from Dennis. Before you could keep rocking against him, he pulls at your thighs again.

"Please, wanna taste, y'have such a yummy pussy," he licks his lips to prove his point, his mouth was watering at the memory of your sweet cunt. The way he purred his words and licked his lips was enough for you to start crawling up his body, but Dennis was one step ahead of you.

"Ah!" You squeak in surprise when he lifts you up and over his face swiftly. A giggle bubbles in your throat when you both share an excited smile. You settle in while Dennis gives your thighs sloppy, wet kisses.

"Fuck yes," he moans as he breathes in the sweet musk of your arousal, his cock painfully hard in his boxers but he pays it no mind.

"Dennis," you sigh throatily when you feel his lips press a sweet kiss to your clit, wasting no time to dive in with an open and hungry mouth. Your hand grips the headboard to steady yourself when his tongue suddenly glides through your petals, tasting as much of your cunt as possible. "Fuck!"

"God, how do you taste so fucking sweet? Always so sweet," he whines as he gazes lovingly as you pussy, his hands stroking the meat of your thighs before suddenly pulling you down on his face, immediately setting a harsh pace with his mouth. Dennis groans deeply at the taste of you, his eyes fluttering when you relax down on top of him, the weight of you on his jaw has his cock throbbing with desperation.

This was exactly what he wanted: you on top of him, your cunt on his mouth, leaking on his tongue while you fucked his face.

Sweet moans of his name and curses pour from your lips as you begin to match his pace with the help of his large hands. A fumbling hand grips the longer strands of Dennis's hair underneath you when you felt his thick tongue slither into your pussy, pulling him deeper and deeper into you. The sting at his scalp paired with the rough rocking of your hips has him thrusting into nothing, chasing the promise of his own end.

"F-Fuck! Dennis!" You toss your head back, half laughing and half moaning. You knew he was humping the air; his hands gripped a little tighter and his breathing was stuttering more frequently. A whimper of his name that was weaker than the others and the fluttering of your cunt around his tongue told him that you were close.

Dennis couldn't help the constant stream of whimpers and moans that vibrated against your cunt. Each one pushed you closer and closer to the edge, just what he wanted. You rocked against him faster and faster, his hips matching yours in perfect time, his cock twitching uncontrollably as you rode his face desperately. He quickly pushes down his boxers and pulls up his shirt, he didn't want to ruin another pair of pajamas. His bruising grip returns to your flesh, working you even faster on his face.

A particular bump of his nose against your clit is all it takes to send you head first into your high. Dennis listens to the way your breathing stutters, the fluttering cry of his name, then the slick sounds of your cum flooding his mouth and sliding down his throat.

This was exactly when he needed.

You listen as Dennis's own moans mix with yours as he follows you into his orgasm, coating his exposed tummy with his hot seed. You glance down to find his eyes shut tight as he keeps you planted firmly on his tongue. The aftershocks shake you both, but with one last tongue-filled kiss, he releases you with a gasp.

"Jesus Christ," he sighs with a happy smile, his tongue chasing the droplets of your release on his swollen lips. You giggle breathlessly down at him and flop on to your side of the bed while Dennis cleans himself, your legs were truly jelly. Almost immediately, Dennis rolls over to cuddle you, pulling you into him to kiss you sweetly.

"You did such a good job, Den," you mumble against his plump lips. His face turns pink at your praise, still your shy, sweetheart of a boyfriend even after all this time. He mumbles a tired and timid 'thank you.' You smooth out his hair that you tugged on and gave him one last kiss. "You need to go to sleep, Mister. You got work in the morning."

Dennis yawned and nodded in agreement, settling in next to you as you got under the covers, not bothering to put anything on. You let him wrap himself around you, his chest against your back as he draped himself over you.

"Goodnight," he whispered in your hair.

"Goodnight, Den" you answered sleepily.

"I love you."

"I love you too." And sometimes Dennis couldn't believe it.

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[littlelioncub43]

for Jake and Dennis…

cuddle with him when he's busy with his things. And you slide between his legs, your rub your face on his abs, looking at him with your doe eyes🥺🥺.

Then you feel his lust and his tense under your palms.

K, We need some attentions🥺🤤🤤

And I will fuck out his soul for myself

Oooo I'm thinking Dennis for this one 🥰

Epiphanies and Phone Calls

Summary: Dennis is on the phone when he realizes something big.

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader

Warnings: FLUFF... like FLUFF, romance, implied smut (minors DNI), Dennis not being super shy, idiots in love, smut in part 2.

Word count: I dont know, I wrote this on my phone

A/N: I felt horny but my heart said "romance first." And I'm really happy with that :) I'm working on part 2 as we speak! Patience, my pet. 💖

Part 2

He's been on the phone for what felt like a thousand years. With a huff, he threw himself on the couch, relaxing back into the soft cushions of your shared home as he listened to the his boss rattle on about the new system upgrade as if Dennis wasn't the one who designed it.

You smile at his form, he was rubbing his eyes and giving mundane answers every so often to make it seem like he was listening. Tip toe-ing quietly, you stand at the end of the couch. Dennis smiles at the sight of you and curls his free hand behind his head.

As quietly as possible, you crawl over him and settle on your tummy with your face against his firm stomach. Dennis gasps quietly as you rest on your cheek, your hands resting on his hips.

After a few moments, Dennis relaxes into the intimacy of everything. The way you rest against him as if it were completely natural, the soothing and comfortable feelings that wash over him— it was perfect.

This what he dreamed about when he was younger. When he thought of marriage, he thought of holding someone, loving them and being loved in return. Now when he thought of marriage, he thought of you.

His heart spiked at the thought. You had started to pet his thighs, your movements were slow and unhurried. And if Dennis was completely honest, he couldn't hear a word his boss was saying anymore. All he could focus on was you.

The fluttering in his heart returned except this time it was accompanied by the searing pang of lust and desire. He wanted you, and he wanted you to feel how much he loved you.

You sigh when you feel his large hand caress your scalp. Propping your chin on his lower stomach, you look up at him as he cradles your cheek. The moment your eyes lock, you feel his dick twitch, coming to life. Slowly but surely, he hardens underneath you, his grey sweatpants do nothing to hide his erection.

This time Dennis doesn't shy away. He's not ashamed or embarrassed about the desire he feels for you. He proudly presses his cock into your stomach and chest. You grip his narrow hips with a gasp, making Dennis smirk, his own breathing was beginning to deepen. Licking his lips, he traces the supple flesh of your bottom lip with his thumb.

"Hey, boss, can I call you back? Something came up."

This was longer than I anticipated 😄 I could..... expand on this if you'd like....

Part 2

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[littlelioncub43]

I have been thinking about Justin losing his virginity to Mommy and how I think Dennis would be a virgin for a long time (poor Den) haha

Oooo hehehe what delectable thots 😈

You knew Justin wasn't going to last long. The shaking of his body underneath yours and his nearly red throbbing cock was proof enough of how worked up he was. The second you had his tip inside you, he was cumming. He wanted to cry, and he was, but you were there cooing sweet words at him, petting his wet cheek, kissing his tears away.

"You'll get better at it, baby, I promise. It's ok, no need to be upset about it."

He was thoroughly embarrassed to be a 36 year old virgin. He truly thought that he'd lost it by now, but the world had other plans. His ex-wife made sure he didn't touch her at all during their marriage, and, of course, he complied with her wishes. The most he got from her was a firm handshake at the altar and in their divorce lawyer's office.

So he was completely blown away by the tender grip of your hand around his cock. The spit you used as lube made it easier for you to stroke him. He was a mess, trying to warn you that he was close but all that came out of his mouth were pathetic moans and whimpers. One swipe of your thumb across his leaking tip and he was humping your hand while coating himself in his spend.

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[littlelioncub43]

Dennis fucking you from behind and losing his mind while Closer by Nine Inch Nails plays. He's trying to move with the beat, and he does for a good while, but he gets too excited and ends up going twice as fast. His grunts and groans mixing with the music. He's completely nonverbal, just absolutely gone. You swear you can feel him in your throat, he's so deep, changing the angle trying to get deeper and deeper. There's bite marks along your shoulder that were completely accidental, you squeezed him on a particularly delicious thrust and his teeth sunk into you on their own. He switches between draping himself over your back to sitting up on his knees. He loves being close, but he loves holding you up and pounding into you. And if you collapse, he's going to press you flat into the mattress and keep fucking you. He's got his hands between you and the bed to grope your tits. If you thought he was fucking you hard before, just wait until you cum around him, when he's finally chasing his own orgasm. He can barely pull out, just pushing deeper deeper deeper as hard and fast as he can until he's finally spilling into you with a loud, pleased growl. Oh, but the sweet aftercare. He's all soft kisses along your neck and face, nuzzling into your skin, still unable to think properly but so sweet. He's trying his best to show how much he loves you, how grateful he is that you let him love you, touch you, fuck you.

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[littlelioncub43]

Y'all, I just had a nasty Dennis Baker thot

You're making out on the couch, your hand down the front of his pants to stroke him teasingly through his boxers. The porno you have on the TV doesnt have as much of your attention anymore. Dennis is groaning and trying to keep up with your kisses, he loves when you overwhelm him like this.

He's caught between watching the couple on the TV fuck like rabbits and shutting his eyes to feel your hand finally wrap around his aching dick. His eyes watch the TV with hooded lids. You kiss to his neck and whisper in his ear, "you like watching em, Den?"

His mouth is dry so he answers with a whimper and a nod. You growl lowly in his ear before nipping at his ear lobe.

"You know, we could make one," you purr, your hand stroking his cock in passionate strokes, "just for you and me. Then you could see how good you fuck me, Den."

"O-Oh dear God," he moans and fucks up into your hand at the mention of it.

"Mmm, you could finally see how fucking sexy you look, how perfect you are when you lay on your back and let me fuck you," you know your words are working him up, his throbbing member is proof, "what do you think, baby?"

"Yes! Oh god, yes!" He cries out as his hugh finally crests, his cum coating his lower stomach and staining his shirt and khakis. You let him calm down for a moment, your hand slowing to a stop so he can catch his breath.

You give his sweaty forehead a kiss then peck his lips before growling against them. "Go get the camera, Den."

I wanna destroy him.

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[littlelioncub43]

i feel the utmost need to know how dennis reacted the first time he went down on the reader? like was he racked with nerves since he was inexperienced in that area or was he just driven by the desire of it all

Ooooohhhhhhh nonnie hehehhehehe 😈 this is such a good ask

We saw what he's like when he fucks you for the first time. We saw what he's like when he fingers you for the first time. So we know that this little baby is nervous as heck but, boy, is he driven. He's not unskilled in that department at all, just nervous because he hasn't done it in a while.

He would stare at your bare pussy for a bit, still trying to process everything: the sight of you, the smell of your arousal. Your short skirt was bunched up at your waist, and your panties were discarded somewhere behind Dennis. The position you were in with your leg thrown over the back of his couch with the other spilling off the edge has him harder the a rock. He was panting like a whore and you weren't even touching him.

"Come on, Den, I won't bite," you purr, and play with his hair, massaging his scalp briefly before wiggling your hips at him.

He licks his lips unintentionally and nods, your eyes watching his tongue swipe across his bottom lip with need. He swallows a whine when he watches your pussy clench around nothing. His hands hold your hips as he slowly brings his lips to your thigh, kissing the supple flesh gentle, his eyes shutting as he trails up towards the prize between your legs. You moan when he nips at your thigh, your hand running through his hair soothingly. You grin and moan louder when he bites you again.

"I see you do bite, don't you, baby?" You joke and watch as Dennis' face turns red. He soothes the bite with a tongue filled kiss. You rest your head back, your eyes shut. Suddenly, you feel his tongue lick a broad stripe up the cut of you. "O-Oh!"

The moment Dennis tastes the musky sweetness of your arousal, he's feral. You're able to process the gravelly moan he kets out before he's diving back in with an enthusiasm that could never be matched by anyone else. His hands grip handfuls of your flesh to hold you in place as his tongue chases your essence.

Dennis wraps his entire mouth around your hole and suckles at you while driving his tongue as deep into you as he possibly can. You're thrashing around above him, both hands pulling his hair while you try to ride his face (he'd 10000000000% want you to ride his face everyday after this).

"Holy fuck, Den!" You cry out when his index finger teases your empty cunt before pushing into you. Your back arching as his thick finger fills you perfectly, his pace slowly increasing as he pumps it in and out of you. You gasp and shiver, looking down at the man between your legs you feel your face heat up when you see him: his glasses slightly askew and his eyes were lustful, his face pink and flushed, the lower half of his face was buried in your pussy and coated in your juices.

He smiles into your pussy as his tongue swirls around your clit in firm, fast movements— not even bothering trying to tease you— before he wraps his lips around your throbbing bud and sucks as hard as he can. He lives off of the way you moan his name in that shaky voice, the way your thighs are now shaking violently, the way that your pussy is now the sloppiest thing either of you have ever seen (because our sweet baby Den is a messy fucking eater).

"Oh Jesus Christ!" You whimper when another finger fills you then another, his fingers now pumping in and out rapidly as he eagerly works you towards the edge. He lashes his tongue across your clit, fuck he even spits on your pussy just to make it even messier. The room is filled with the sloppy sounds of his fingers stuffing your cunt, his deep grunts of desire, and your cries of pleasure.

"Come on, baby, fucking cum on my face," he moans into your pussy, his eyes pleading with you, begging for you to cum. And you didn't stand a chance.

You fall over the edge with a shaky scream of his name, your legs clamping around his head as he works you through your high, his tongue not once leaving your clit.

You have to gently pull him off you when you're too sensitive to go on. He reluctantly releases you, his instincts tell him to keep eating you out but he restrains himself. He licks every last drop of your cum from his fingers and your thighs.

Oh, man, is he addicted to it now. He wakes you up with his head between your thighs every day for a week after that first time.

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