#dennis baker x reader

[imyourbratzdoll]

thank you for writing my last request, babe. it was really hot ❤‍🔥

so, how about dennis trying glory hole for the first time after his divorce. take your time to write this. also, can't wait for The Whore's Fairytale 🥹🥹🥹 i bet they are gonna be soooo perfect, like how you are 💙💙

thank you for sending it! I love when you request things! I hope you like this one! ugh, neither can I! dark fairytales are the best, hehe. and awwww, you are so perfect and the best. I love you x

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.

warning - smut, glory hole, swearing, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Dennis was nervous. He’d never done this before and felt self-conscious, but he could no longer handle his horniness. He felt like he was going to explode. Dennis had heard one of his colleagues talking about this place and thought, why should he deprive himself of pleasure? 

He looked up, ‘The Strawberry Shack’ neon sign flashed before his eyes. He gulped, walking into the place and smiling slightly at the woman in the front. He slides money to her before she gestures to the room where the women lie, some for blowjobs and some for sex. It was his to choose. Dennis slowly walked through, looking at the many legs and holes before finding the one. You.

Your soft silky legs hang as you lie on the other side. Your glistening cunt was open for any man to use. The sight itself made Dennis’s mouth water. He slowly walks closer, hands hesitantly sliding up your calves to your thighs. Your legs fall open to his touch, a soft moan falling from your lips as your pussy jumps, juices beginning to leak out.

Dennis grunts softly as his pants tighten, his cock swelling until he’s pushing against the zipper. His hand slowly moves toward your sopping cunt, and moans fall from the both of you as his fingers brush against your slit, finding their way to your swollen clit and rubbing it. Your hips twitch, your head flies back, and your eyes roll.

Dennis unzips his pants with his other hand, taking out his thick throbbing member. A raspy groan falls from his lips as his thumb swipes across his leaking tip, gathering his precum before wrapping his hand tightly around his base, stroking his cock and moving closer to your awaiting cunt. His vision nearly goes white when he places his tip against your warm hole, rubbing himself through your folds as he gathers your juices and uses it as lube.

He grips your thighs, pushing slowly into your tight hole. A moan escapes the both of you, and his eyes roll to the back of his head as your walls pulsate around him, gripping his cock as you suck him in. “Fuck!” His gruff voice sends shivers down your spine, causing your cunt to grip him like a vice. Dennis thrusts in, grunting as he holds back from cumming instantly. 

His hands rub your thigh soothingly, and his hips move back before thrusting back into your soaking cunt. His pace begins to pick up, and grunts and groans leave him as he buries himself deep inside you, his cock throbs, pounding harder and faster. His sexual frustrations catch up to him as he gets lost in the pleasure of you. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking good!” Dennis grunts, feeling you tighten around him. “Never felt anything this good. Fuck, keep squeezing me, honey!”

You squeal, nails digging into your palms beside you as your eyes roll to the back of your head. One hand moves to your breast, squeezing it and playing with your nipples. Your sweet moans fill the box, causing Dennis’s cock to twitch inside you. You begin to rock your hips, needing to feel him deeper inside you. You need to feel him forever, and your mind goes blank. Your walls squeeze and pulse around him as he continues to hit your g spot, his fingers rubbing your swollen clit. Your back arches as you cum. Your juices were squirting out of you and covering the mysterious man.

Dennis groans, jaw clenching as he grips you tighter, his hips moving faster and harder as he pounds into you. His balls tighten, cock pulsing and throbbing as he twitches wildly. A rough moan falls from his puffy lips as he spills inside you. “Shit! Shit! Fuckkkk!” His hips stutter, balls emptying before he pulls out slowly. His fingers gently push inside you, thrusting and curling his cum deeper into you, his thumb rubbing your clit as you pant. 

Dennis leans down and places a soft kiss on your hip before he tucks his cock back into his pants. “Thanks, honey. I’ll be back for more.” He gives your leg one last rub before walking off with a skip in his step.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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[xcaptain-winterx]

Masterlist 

Masterlist 2 Masterlist ships Kinktober 2023

Time to sin

Playing with the devils

Daddy Sociopath

Ruining the innocent

Little Secret

The Exes

Swipe Right

Chris Evans

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Bill

Curtis Everett

Dennis Baker

Frank Adler

Jake Jensen

Jake Wyler

Johnny Storm

Lloyd Hansen

Ransom Drysdale

Robert Pronge

Steve Rogers

Lucas Lee

Sebastian Stan

Blaine

Bucky Barnes

Carter Baizen

Charles Blackwood

Chase Collins

Chris Beck

Frank

Jack Benjamin

Jefferson Hatter

Justin Capshaw

Lance Tucker

Lee Bodecker

Max Burnett

Mickey Henry

Nick Fowler

Steve Kemp

Terry the Terrific

TJ Hammond

Oscar Isaac

Steven Grant/ Marc Spector/ Jake Lockley

Poe Dameron

Florence Pugh

Dani Ardor

Yelena Belova

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Tom Riddle

Evan Peters

Jimmy Darling

James March

Kai Anderson

Peter Maximoff

#chris evans x reader #andy barber x reader #ari levinson x reader #bill x reader #curtis everett x reader #dennis baker x reader #frank adler x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #jake jensen x reader #jake wyler x reader #johnny storm x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #robert pronge x reader #steve rogers x reader #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes x reader #chase collins x reader #blaine x reader #carter baizen x reader #charles blackwood x reader #chris beck x reader #jefferson hatter x reader #jack benjamin x reader #justin capshaw x reader #lance tucker x reader #lee bodecker x reader #mickey henry x reader #nick fowler x reader #steve kemp x reader #materlist

[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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Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics

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[disturbedbydesign]

Take Me Home Masterlist

PAIRING: Dennis Baker x Reader

SUMMARY: It’s been nearly a year since your ex-boyfriend dumped you and left you with a laundry list of insecurities, and you haven’t been able to really put yourself out there since. But when Dennis shows up at the adoption fair you’re running for your job at the animal shelter, there’s just something about him that makes you feel like you’re ready to try again.

TOTAL WORD COUNT: ???

WARNINGS (more to come): Body Issues (Dennis and Reader), References to Past Animal Abuse, Emotionally Abusive Exes (Dennis and Reader), Mention of Past Domestic Violence (Dennis’s Evil Ex), Dry Humping/Thigh Riding, Two Idiots In Love Making Out In A Car, Explicit Sex (O&V), Titjob, Cum Play, Fingering, Sexting/Nudes/FaceTime sex, Mutual Masturbation. 18+ only, no minors.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 (IDK how many parts this is gonna be y'all don't hold me to any of this.)

*The taglist for this fic is open to 18+ readers (no blank blogs) who comment, reblog, and/or chat with me via asks. If you just want to read lowkey, that’s cool and you do you, but the taglist is reserved for the lovely people who want to interact with me and my story :)

#dennis baker fanfiction #dennis baker x reader #dennis baker x you #dennis baker #chris evans #chris evans characters #take me home series

[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

[boxofbonesfic]

🎃Happy October everyone! 🎃 I am so pleased to be participating in Kinktober this year! Of course I had to put my own spin on it, so without further ado, let me tell you what you have to look forward to this smutty, spooky season! 

Every week during the month of October, I will release three kinktober themed ficlets, no more than 2k words each! I have already created a handy little guide for what (and who) to expect this year! It’s a healthy mix of all the things I love, a little horror, a little dark, a little soft!dark—all the things I’m sure you guys have come to expect from me. Right now, all of the options are crossed out because they aren’t posted yet! As I post them, I will add links to this masterlist, and un-cross the list items as I go! Please remember to mind the warnings and tags, and please, enjoy yourselves! 

𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹𝓊𝓁𝑒:

Week 1: 

Reflection (Ari Levinson x Reader)

Cut (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Exhibit (Lloyd Hansen x Reader)

Week 2:

Bound (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Size (Thor Odinson x Reader)

Edge (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

Week 3:

Alpha (Lloyd Hansen x Reader)

Aftercare (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Switched (Andy Barber x Reader, Dennis Baker x Reader)

Week 4:

Taste (Steve Kemp x Reader)

Praise: (Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Beg (Curtis Everett x Reader)

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[nana1000night]

STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE Masterlist

September 🍂

Week 1 (9.7~9.11)

9/7、9/8

Diplomatic Negotiations drabble by @oh-my-damn

were-creature Wednesday: werewolf Ari and Luna by @imaginedreamwrite

Dark Tony Stark x Reader by @mrsdarkandyandere7

Avengers Game Night Headcanon by @marvel-sambuckyvibes

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader by  @angelltheninth

Dennis Baker drabbles by @ littlelioncub43 

Bucky Barnes | B&B SFW Alphabet by @rookthorne 

One Night Stand by @caplanbuckybarnes

Dennis Baker married life by @ littlelioncub43

Whumptember 2022 prompt:sick pairing:Frank Adler /little!reader by @comfortcap

Tell him you’re mine(Curtis Everett /fem!reader) by @vivianandherlily

Forgot by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Bring me to life part 1 by @nekoannie-chan

Love poison (Steve Rogers /fem!reader) by @empyreanwritings

9/9

‘Cause I can’t help if you look like an angel by @wildestdreamsblog

Andy Barber (Mr.Freezy) x reader by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

 For You I’ll Fight || Bruce Wayne Imagine by @holymultiplefandomsbatman

Forgot - but then Steve Remembers by @royalwriteroftheuniverse 

Clubs and Things by @samwilsonsbabymama

AU!Buckys and their readers by @angrythingstarlight 

Fluff and nsfw (fluff part) by @ronearoundblindly 

Stars and Stripes | s.w.  by @sweetascanbee

There's still time (Eddie Brock x Reader) by @raincoffeeandfandoms

in layman's terms by @sweetdreamsbuck

Beautifully Unfinished by @kayteewritessteve

Midnight Stroll by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

The Feeling’s Mutual by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝   by @buckycuddlebuddy

CE characters react when their girls withhold sex..just to tease him hc by @royalsweetteaa

9/10

The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 6 (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @disasterofastory

Gotcha Day | s.r. by @sweetascanbee

Summer Wedding by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Vampire reader x steve by @ronearoundblindly

deep sea mermaid reader x steve by  @ronearoundblindly

art - bucky barnes x reader by @onceuponastory

college bruce banner x g/n! reader by @fluffyprettykitty

9/11

mob boss! Steve x reader by @angrythingstarlight 

Andy Barber x reader (3k wheels of filth drabble celebration) by @ the-iceni-bitch

Royal Flush-Part 5* by @ilovefandoms102

steve rogers x  trench mermaid pt.2 by @ronearoundblindly

fluffy Friday (Ari x Luna) by @imaginedreamwrite​ 

Steve x fem!reader by @sanguineterrain​

once in a lifetime by @ classicalmarvel

Blanket Monster by @drabblewithfrannybarnes​

Give Me a Hand? by @the-iceni-bitch​

Week 2

The One in Charge by  @raincoffeeandfandoms

boyfriend!Ari Levinson x student! Reader by @junipermuses

FK!Ari x reader by @onsunnyside

Jake Jensen x reader by @littlelioncub43

𝐌𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 by @vivianandherlily

Mixed Signals - Part I: A Chris Evans Mini Fic (Three Parts) by @chris-evans-fics

Happy Father's Day - Jake Jensen by @justalonelyslytherin

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY - COLIN SHEA  by @justalonelyslytherin

Hey, Kitty Kitty by @royalsweetteaa

Sprinkle by @buckyalpine

Heavenly Touch by @straywords

bucky barnes x reader by @annab-nana

bucky barnes x reader quote by @incorrectanything

Ari x Reader: won't you whisper soft and slow? (One Shot) by @cruelfvkingsummer

adopted a puppy CE x reader by @imyourbratzdoll

Hot Tubs and Bubs by @f10werfae

Escape by @golden-ariess

whats-it-like-being-tall-yn-is-it by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Sox (Chris Evans x Reader Headcannon) by @cevansgoatee

CE x reader 3 parts by @classicalmarvel

HONEYMOON WITH ARI by @classicalmarvel

safe in your arms by  @classicalmarvel

winter things by  @classicalmarvel

you make me feel like a teenager in loveee! by  @classicalmarvel

3 headcanons by   @classicalmarvel

Mob Bucky x F reader by @buckyalpine

Well-deserved throne by @sinner-as-saint

A morning with Stevie- questions and answers by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Sleepy by @comfortcap

steve rogers x reader quote by @incorrectcapsicle

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 6 by @georgiapeach30513

Civil war Bucky + overstimulation (light fic) by @buckgasms

A simple mission by @nekoannie-chan​

steve rogers x reader quote by @incorrectcapsicle

40s Bucky + Virginity by @buckgasms

Summer Wedding Part 4 by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Happy ending by @nekoannie-chan

fluffy smut steve rogers x reader by @the-iceni-bitch​

Silverfox Johnny drunk rambling to his baby by @imaginedreamwrite​

𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 by @buckycuddlebuddy​

Like Braille by @thenhewaswrongaboutme​

Smut Dialogue: “Is that a thong?” with Ari Levinson by @the-iceni-bitch

October 🎃

S IS FOR SMOOTH by @peternoonewantsthat

Plushie Problem by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

SOMEBODY ELSE by @shedobewritingalittle

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 by @vivianandherlily

Time For A Break- Chris Evans xreader fic by @sarahrogersevans

DAY 21 — THIGH FUCKING by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Flashed a Tit by @f10werfae

Summer wedding Part 6 by @royalwriteroftheuniverse 

Part 5

Part 4

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Mafia!Bucky x Reader by @angrythingstarlight

OVER AND OVER - ARI LEVINSON SMUT by @frostironfudge

Misreaders by @royalesweetteaa

DAY 20 — THIGH RIDING by  @bucky-barnes-diaries

A PLACE TO COME HOME TO by @justalonelyslytherin

I WANT YOU- CHRIS EVANS XREADER FAN FIC by @sarahrogersevans

Slice of Life by @fluffycutecevans

HEAVEN FOR YOU: PART 4 by @imaginedreamwrite

KITCHEN DISASTER by @nekoannie-chan

𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝟒 by @buckyhoney

POSTCARDS MASTERLIST by @sebbytrash

𝗖𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁- 𝗔𝗿𝗶 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 by @gutflorizt

FOOLS RUSH IN (OCT 20TH) by @ronearoundblindly

TWO OF US by @lovebittenbyevans

Drabble 1

Drabble 2

Drabble 3

Drabble 4

Drabble 5

IG Posted ｜Part 2  ｜ Part 3  ｜

Aesthetic au

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me by @wildestdreamsblog

SHORT STUFF - BUCKY BARNES X READER by @youlightmeupfinn

Ransom/daycare! reader by  @imaginedreamwrite

A TOUCH OF DESIRE by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

UNTITLED DRABBLE by @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

HIS BRIDE by  @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

TICKLETOBER DAY 18: CHASE by @supermarvel-fics

A DAY FULL OF SURPRISES- STEVE ROGERS XREADER FIC by  @sarahrogersevans

A TEASE by @lokiandbuckysdoll

MOVING DAY by @fortheloveoffanfic

CAT-SITTING by @youre-amazing-say-it

NASTY NAUGHTY BOY || STEVE ROGERS X FEM!READER by @ro-is-struggling

college fuckboy buck x f reader by @buckyalpine

Kiss it Better by @straywords

A DATE WITH THE BOSS by @lokiandbuckysdoll

BUCKY BARNES | ONE SHOT | OKAY by @adrinktostopyourthirst

HIDE AND SEEK | STEVE ROGERS  BY @earth616variant

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Your Protector, Forever BY @wildestdreamsblog

Nursing Our Hearts Back to Health BY @justalonelyslytherin

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LOVERS IN THE ORCHARD by @vintagestarlight

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"YOU KEPT THIS?" by JUSTALONELYSLYTHERIN

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KINKTOBER DAY 10: BITING W/ LLOYD HANSEN by  MARVELOUSCHARLIE24

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AUTUMN IS HEALING by  RONEAROUNDBLINDLY

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𝑬𝒙𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒕: 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆'𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒔

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

Welcome to my reading/fic recs archive! This is basically a blog to keep all my readings/fic recs organized instead of having to dig through my main for a fic. Feel free to send any of your own fics/fic recs! 

Everything here will mainly be one-shots, drabbles, and completed series I’ve read. Check my main for writer recs + their masterlists, current series I’m reading, upcoming series I plan to read, and more!

Before interacting with a work, please remember to: Look and respect the author’s rules/guidelines! Carefully read all tagged warnings and author notes before proceeding. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

As majority of fics I recommend are 18+ plus, minors DNI!!! You will be blocked so please leave while you’re ahead! Blank blogs (no posts and default pfp) and blogs with no age indicators will be assumed to be minors and be blocked as well.

Below the cut is links to all the tags I currently have, and this list will be updated as I get more tags! 

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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𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 (𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒅𝒌?): 

...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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𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:

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

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#ೃ⁀➷ rogue's blog upkeep.

[falcqns]

low key wanna write little!dennis baker x reader

[nifolution]

It Happens

Pairing: Dennis Baker & Reader

Summary: Dennis has never had much luck in his worthless life. Sleepwalking through his miserable days and lonely nights… until he met her.

Warnings: smut, misunderstandings, dating, dumb choices, fluff, angst, talks of divorce and cheating, bitchy ex-wife, Dennis being Dennis

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated. 

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Staring morosely into the mirror, the brunette straightened his glasses. Hair combed, beard trimmed, clean polo and khakis, he looked ready for work, even though he lost his job six months ago. Same time his wife left him for another man and sent him the divorce papers. At least it meant it was quiet, Gina wasn't yelling at him constantly. Reminding him what a pathetic failure he was and how repulsive she found him. 

His eyes flickered down to his left hand, debating if he should take the ring off. It’s not like she was coming back. He reached for it but hesitated once his fingertips met gold. He couldn't do it… He should do it… He shouldn’t... He needed to. Well, if nothing else, he was good at giving up. The man slipped the band off his finger and sighed. Resolved to live the rest of his miserable life alone. Rock bottom, meet Dennis.

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Bypassing his former place of employment, Dennis headed straight to 'Back to The Grind' coffee kiosk. Standing awkwardly to the side of the queue, avoiding eye contact with the other customers, he awaited the arrival of his coffee buddy, Y/N. For the past two years, Monday through Friday, they would meet here in the pursuit of caffeine and conversation. Sometimes she had to run, but mostly they’d sit and chat until their cups were empty. Dennis enjoyed her company so much he kept showing up day after day, long after he no longer worked around there. It was all he had, all he lived for anymore. Just those few precious minutes of human connection.

Dennis checked his watch, 7:37 a.m., she was running late. Joining the line, he ordered for both of them, then sat at one of the nearby benches to wait. Ten more minutes went by with no sign of Y/N. You're a loser Dennis, she's not coming. With a defeated exhale, he stared at the sidewalk and took a large angry bite of his donut.

“Hey coffee buddy.”

Shit, she was here. Dennis looked up at her beautiful face, his eyes as big as saucers. Swallowing the large bite, he coughed out a greeting.

Y/N smiled at him. “I see you started without me.” She gestured to the corner of his mouth, “You have a little…” 

Dennis wiped his face on his arm. “Thanks.” He handed her a cup and a wrapped pastry. “I got your usual, medium caramel iced coffee. They were out of croissants though, so I ordered you a blueberry danish.” 

“Oh no,” she frowned, “blueberries and I do not agree.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry. I messed up your breakfast. I should have asked, I’m so stupid.” Dennis became visibly upset and continued to over apologize. Promising to get her something else and refusing to finish his donut. 

“It's ok, D, really. It’s not a big deal.”

He buried his face in his hands, “I suck, I'm sorry.” 

“Well I think you're pretty great, Dennis.” She smiled at him again, even though he couldn’t see it. “Hey, seeing as neither of us are having breakfast, how about an early lunch? Are you free?”

Dennis’ head whipped up, “For lunch? You want to have lunch with me?”

“Yeah.” Y/N checked the time on her phone, “Shit! I got to go, but can you meet me here at eleven? We can walk up the street to Charley’s, their food is awesome. Real burgers, not the microwave crap I know you favor.” 

Dennis nodded, “I’d love to.” Saying their goodbyes, he watched Y/N rush off to work. He knew she must see him as a charity case. Who wouldn’t. He was broken and worthless and felt bad for wasting her time everyday. It was selfish of him. Still, he could feel butterflies flapping in his belly, knowing he’d get to spend more time with her. Having nothing else to do, he sat in his car and waited.

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Y/N slid into the booth, staring eagerly at the man across from her. Eyes tracking his hands as he picked up his food and took a bite. Smirking as his eyes practically rolled into his head, “Good huh?”

“So good,” he groaned out before continuing to chomp on his burger. 

Chuckling, she began eating her own meal. “So how have you been, D? What ya been up to?”

Dennis shrugged, not wanting the conversation focused on him. “Not much… not anything really.” Making the mistake of looking at her expectant face, he found himself blurting out the things he tried to hide from her. “It’s true though, I wasted my entire life. Nothing to show for my 37 pointless years of existence. No job, no kids, no wife. I’m a big fat nothing.” He closed his eyes, waiting for the blowback of his confession. Startled when a soft hand enclosed his, giving a gentle squeeze. 

“I'm sorry. I had no idea.”

She sounded so sincere, Dennis couldn’t process it. “It’s okay. It’s, uh, been a few months now.” 

Y/N regretted bringing it up, but couldn’t help how her interest peaked. Her coffee buddy had never talked about himself this much. She wanted him to open up more. “How long were you guys married?” 

Taking a deep breath, he spilled his soul. If she wasn’t laughing before, she would now. “Sixteen very long years… haven’t had sex in the last seven. Not that we did it often before that.”

Her eyebrows shot up, “Wait, you and your wife haven’t had sex in seven years.”

“Well… I haven't,” he let the rest of his words die on his tongue.

“Ohhhhhhh,” Y/N cringed, “Sorry I brought it up.”

“That's alright. It wasn’t much of a marriage. I think she was faithful for maybe the first three years. That or I was too in love to notice. After our 10th anniversary she didn’t even bother hiding it. Spent our special day in someone else’s bed and facetimed me.”

“What a bitch. You didn't deserve to be treated like that, Dennis.” She rubbed his hand before going back to eating. After a few minutes, a thought occurred to her. “I know it’s not my place, but I think you should take this as an opportunity to start over. Find a new job, new girlfriend. I could help you, if you want.”

Even the thought of trying depressed him. “I don’t think anyone out there will hire me, or date me for that matter.”

Y/N tilted her head, “Love the enthusiasm.” She took a sip of her water before continuing, “I think you’re a catch, D. You just need some practice. You’ll get your life back on track in no time.” Dennis could only offer half a smile. “Okay, first up, a place to work. I know your old job was in sales, but you never told me what you sold.”

His voice lowered as he admitted it was the sale and rental of porta potties. He worked there for 15 years and hated every moment of it. 

“So something not involving toilets, then. There are lots of different types of sales jobs.”

Dennis shook his head, “Nobody wants to buy anything from me, not even shitters.”

She nodded, “No sales, got it. Umm, my department is hiring, logistics for big rigs.” 

“Maybe. I’d hate to invade your space though.” With a weary sigh, Dennis finished the last bite of his delicious burger. 

“Hmm,” she pondered over any positions that would suit him. “Oh hey, I know of an opening at a warehouse? Does something like that interest you?” 

“Maybe.”

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No one was more surprised than Dennis when he landed the warehouse gig. He took to it like a duck to water. His strength and organization skills put to good use. Memorizing where everything went on his first day. His coworkers were friendly and his manager was fair. He actually looked forward to going into work. But mostly, he loved continuing to have his daily coffee with Y/N.  

They were hanging out more often now, not just for coffee or lunch. Calling and texting at all hours, seeing each other after work and on the weekends. He talked to her about everything, and she to him, even gave him tips for reentering the dating pool. He wasn’t sad or lonely with her around. He forgot what that felt like. 

Dennis was familiar with the term touch starved, and oh, how it fit him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone touched him on purpose. His wife hadn't let him near her in years, recoiled at his every attempt to show affection. But Y/N touched him willingly, openly, without reservations. He was undeserving of it, he knew, but he craved it so. Every hug, every handhold, every fistbump, he wanted it all from her. 

Dennis was currently pacing through his kitchen. Y/N was on her way over to celebrate his divorce being finalized. She cheered that he was finally free from Gina’s horrible treatment and was better off without her abusive, cheating ass. He could feel the flop sweat start. Taking a paper towel, he began wiping his face and armpits. Just as he was wondering if he had time to shower, the bell rang.

When he opened the door, he was greeted with Y/N’s charming smile, her arms full with his favorite beer and chips. Helping her set her load on the kitchen island, he watched her grab two bottles, twisting off both tops, handing him one.

“Congrats on the permanent dissolvement of that bitch’s claws from your life.” She clinked her beer with his. Both of them took long pulls of their drink. Y/N looked him up and down, tsking at his stiff attire. “You aren’t really dressed for movie watching. Why don’t you go change into comfy clothes, I’ll set up the movie.” 

A few minutes later, Dennis walked into the living room wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, “I feel naked.”

“Well I think you look great. Although I’m sure you’d look just as good actually naked.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

His whole face turned bright red. It was just a joke, he told himself. She couldn’t possibly be flirting with him. He sat down on the couch next to her. Popping a chip into his mouth before turning his attention to the television. Oh no, she picked a horror movie. Dennis did not do well with scary movies. He was going to make a fool of himself. 

Rubbing his hands on his pants, his leg muscles painfully tight, Dennis did his best to put on a brave face. It lasted all of 20 minutes. The first jump scare had him releasing a blood curdling scream. Completely flushed, his chips thrown everywhere, any shred of dignity he feigned now gone. He was mortified.

Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, her hand over her heart. “You scared the crap out of me,” she roared before breaking into a fit of laughter. “Didn’t know there’d be 4D effects. Way to give me a heart attack.” 

Wordlessly, Dennis fell to his knees and began cleaning up the mess. Waiting for a scolding that never came. He declined her offer to help him. He was just grateful she found the situation amusing. She was so forgiving of him. Once finished, he sat back with his feet perched on the coffee table. 

“You sure you’re okay, D?” Seeing as how he only nodded in affirmation, Y/N decided he needed some comfort. As the movie continued, she cuddled up to his side, her feet leaning on his. Her white socks with black stripes next to his black socks with white dots. She began rubbing her feet on his, “Guess opposites really do attract.”  

Dennis couldn’t take his eyes off the game of footsie. Feeling brave, he put his arm around Y/N’s shoulder. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck, her arm resting on his chest, sending his heart rate into overdrive. Dennis was a cuddler, but couldn't recall the last time he was with somebody like this without being shoved away. He felt comfortable, content. The movie was forgotten as her hand slipped inside his shirt, her fingers combing his dark chest hair. Gina always made him wax, it hurt, he hated it. 

Looking down at his coffee buddy, he met her gaze with a fond smile. To his surprise, she leaned up and kissed him. He felt his brain short circuit as Y/N’s soft cherry flavored lips glided with his chapped ones. She slowly pulled away, leaving him with closed eyes and puckered lips. 

“Do you think you’re ready to start dating? We can go someplace fancy, really wine and dine it.”

“Definitely.” Oh yes, Dennis was looking forward to this practice date.

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Dennis' stomach growled as he loaded his prizes into the freezer. He’d never won anything before, but scored big at the meat raffle with Y/N. His freezer was stuffed with burgers, steaks, pork chops, ribs, lobster tail, and the fridge stocked with his favorite beer. He made changes around the home as well. Threw out the million stupid throw pillows that Gina insisted they needed. Replaced the furniture he disliked, bought a giant beanbag simply because he’d always wanted one. Rearranged the rooms how he preferred, did anything he desired to make his house his. Anything of his ex-wife's left behind got put into a box and thrown in the basement. 

The raffle was his second fake date with Y/N. Dennis was appreciative of her help and that she gave him a second chance. Their first date started out a disaster. He was so nervous he spilled wine all over her dress before their food arrived. She ran to the ladies room as the waiters cleaned the table. Dennis was inconsolable for those few minutes, certain Y/N would never want to see him again. He was shocked when she sat back down like nothing happened, only the deep red stain as a reminder. He thought he was in the clear, until he ended up choking on his dinner. The heimlich wasn’t needed, but the gagging and panicked noises he made trying to dislodge the food had the unwanted attention of the other patrons on them for a second time. It was decided it was best to skip dessert. 

After embarrassing her twice, Dennis was sure that was the end of the practice dates. Y/N didn't want to go home though. They drove to an arcade where they binged on candy and she whooped him at every game they tried. Hopped up on sugar, they ended the night making out in the car like teenagers. Dennis was having fun for the first time in his adult life. Beyond thankful for her assistance and attention, he cherished every word and every kiss, wishing with all his might that it was real. 

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“Woooo,” the enthusiastic couple practically kicked in the door to her apartment. Hooting and guffawing as they verbally replayed the events of the wrestling match they returned from. Bantering back and forth, “Your guy totally cheated.” “Nuh-uh.” “Mmhm.” “You’re crazy, you’re out of your mind. It was a fair fight.” “Cheater cheater pumpkin eater and I hate to tell ya, you are guilty by association.” 

Cheeks hurting from all the laughter, holding onto each other for balance, Y/N felt the air shift. She began running her hand over his arm and onto his chest. “So D, it’s your first time at your girlfriend's place. What shall we do, hmm?”

Even though Dennis knew she was only pretending when she called herself his girlfriend, he loved hearing her say it. He decided to knock her socks off by grabbing her face and kissing her with a passion that even surprised himself. Y/N responded in kind, opening her mouth, allowing him to explore. She tasted like cherries, ale and heaven. 

Y/N broke the kiss, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into the bedroom. “Ready to wrestle?” She bit her lip seductively and began to strip off her clothes. Dennis was hypnotized watching more and more flesh be revealed to him. He’d fantasized about this so many times, but never imagined it would happen. When she stood before him naked, he gulped, she was gorgeous. He couldn’t get his shirt, socks and pants off fast enough, but then he hesitated, deciding to keep his underwear on. 

She yelped as he lifted her up a little too aggressively. “D, I swear to god if you actually bodyslam me…” 

Dennis froze and gently set her down on her bed. “No! I- I’m sorry. I was trying to be sexy.”

“You're very sexy, Dennis.” She pressed her lips to his and tugged at the waistband of his white briefs, “Join me up here.”

As he climbed on the bed, he asked her to lie down. ”I want to worship you.” When she acquiesced, his heated gaze roamed her body. Fingers danced along her skin, marveling at all the places he wanted to touch, wanted to kiss. Like a siren’s call, her hardened nipples drew him in. Swirling his tongue around her peak, he sucked it into his mouth. Making a wet pop as he released it. Massaging the breast, and checking Y/N’s face to confirm her enjoyment, he continued licking, sucking and fondling her left side.

The heat of Dennis’ mouth made her other breast feel cold and lonely, it wanted attention too. She quietly mentioned to him that the other one was getting jealous. Dennis, embarrassed by his blunder, repeated his actions on the right boob before beginning to kiss down her body. He had to do this right. It had to be good for her. Shit, his hands were too clammy, his body was too sweaty. She was going to push him away, she was going to laugh at him. Dennis began second guessing himself, too afraid of making the wrong move, he rested his head on her stomach. 

After a minute of no movement, Y/N ran her fingers through his hair. “You okay?” Troubled by his silence, she continued trying to sooth him, “Where’s your head at, D?” 

He expected to get scolded. His mind playing through the times with his ex. She would yell at him if he wasn't doing something right, or didn’t get hard fast enough. Telling him he couldn’t make her cum with an instruction manual stapled to his head. Taking a deep shuddering breath, he braved a look at Y/N. “I just… I want to do this right.” 

She smiled so sweetly, “We got all night.”

Encouraged, he picked up where he left off. As he kissed down her leg, he remembered his prior error and copied what he did to the other side. Reaching her core, he closed his eyes, nuzzling her thigh with his cheek before flattening his tongue, giving her entire womanhood a big fat lick. Grinning to himself at her surprised squeak, he turned his head to kiss at her other thigh before licking his lips and burying his face in her cunt.

It was as if he was possessed by someone with far more confidence than he. Dennis became an animal, sucking and licking her folds, eating her from the outside in. His tongue roamed over her, up and down and side to side, making frequent stops to circle her clit. She made the sweetest noises for him, mewling and moaning as she writhed in his hold. She had a firm grip on his hair, gently guiding him where she needed him to be.

Dennis was open to instruction, so he let her move him as she pleased. The taste of her sweet honey working him up so much he rutted against the bed. His hands trailed up her torso to cup her breasts, before one slid back down to play with her soaked entrance. He inserted a finger, realizing she was more than ready, he added another. Pumping his fingers in tantum with his licks, he could feel her tremble.

“Oh fuck, oh god,” Y/N cried out as she climaxed around his skillful digits. 

Drunk off the greatest praise, her orgasm, Dennis looked up from between her legs, a dopey grin plastered on his face. He eagerly asked if he could do it again.

Y/N looked down at him through hooded eyes, “Ya, go for it.”

It wasn’t long until her legs were shaking again, Dennis held her hips down, not stopping until she spasmed and screamed in ecstasy. He was proud of himself. “Holy shit, that worked.” Out of breath, heart pounding, she told him that was incredible, especially whatever he did at the end. Blushing ear to ear, Dennis admitted that he spelled his name with his tongue. Chuckling, he asks her to guess what he spelled next. Diving back down he traced his message.

“Umm, peace out? 

He shook his head, “It was thank you.” 

“I should be the one thanking you.” She wiggled out of his grasp and took a condom out of her nightstand. “But, hey, the night’s not over yet.” She handed the packet to a terrified Dennis. He looked like he was going to pass out, and wouldn't meet her eyes. “Do you not want to?” She’d be lying to say her feelings wouldn’t be hurt if he said no.

Head down, rubbing the back of his neck, Dennis mumbled his secret, “I have a bad penis.” 

“A bad… um, does that mean ED or like performance anxiety?” Y/N had to know if this was something they could work around.

“I'm.. I’m not sure. It just doesn't work like it’s supposed to.” 

“Do you have any problems on your own?'' He shook his head no. Y/N caressed her boyfriend’s nervous face. “Maybe there isn’t a problem.” She waited until he looked at her. “No pressure here, but I'd like to try if you do. If it goes wrong, we can just try again.” 

Why was she so patient with him? He didn’t deserve her friendship. He didn’t deserve her at all. Dennis took his briefs off, kneeling on the bed, bare to her and awaiting judgment.

“Damn Dennis. Wow, that, I mean, it looks like a good dick to me.” She watched him with unbridled desire, wrapping her hand around his length, ducking down to lick the swollen head. “Thick and veiny and standing proud. I don't know if my mouth or my pussy want it more.” 

Her compliments spurred him on. Dennis removed her hand, pushing her back on the bed. Crawling over her, he stroked himself twice before rolling the condom on. He was terrified of disappointing her and it must have shown on his face because she pulled him down for a reassuring kiss, “Don’t overthink it, just be here with me. I want you to fuck me, Dennis.”

He lined himself up and kissed her once more before slowly entering her. Already breathing heavy, he barely had control of himself when he bottomed out. “I can’t believe I’m inside you.” Y/N giggled and told him how good he felt, begging him to move. Closing his eyes in concentration, Dennis pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in with a groan. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” 

Dennis snapped his hips as she rolled hers to meet each thrust. It didn’t take long to find a rhythm that suited them. Sweat dripped down their bodies as they chased their carnal highs. The sounds of skin on skin and their moans filled the room. The tension in her stomach unbearable, Y/N opened her legs wider, angling them up so he could go deeper. His cock hitting all the right spots. It was all it took for her to cum a third time.

Feeling her walls fluttering and gripping him hard as she came, had Dennis at his end. When he told her he was close, she asked him to come on her tits. Hissing as he pulled out, Dennis straddled Y/N’s chest, pulling off the condom just before he released. He made sure every drop landed on her breasts before collapsing next to her.

After a few minutes of catching their breaths, Y/N giggled, “I got some d from D.” Finding her joke hilarious, she continued laughing.

“Was it good?”

“It was great.” She kissed him, “See, there’s nothing wrong with you.” She pecked his lips again, “Promise.” Holding her chest as she rose to keep his cum from running down her, she walked to the bathroom to clean up. 

Dennis stretched and hummed, allowing himself to be happy at a job well done. He could satisfy a woman after all. When she returned, Dennis was almost redressed. 

“You can stay, if you want to.”

“Stay?” He desperately wanted to, but couldn't believe she wanted him to.

Y/N walked over, carefully taking his glasses off his face and setting them on her nightstand, “Please.”

Dennis removed the clothing he put on and followed her into bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he shared a bed with someone, Gina banished him to the guestroom five years ago. Look at him now, a beautiful woman in his arms that actually wanted him to be there. Him and Y/N shared a few more kisses as they cuddled and talked. Determining his issue was due to stress and his marital problems. He could have confidence going forward. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off Y/N as she slept. His best friend, his only friend, his lover. Dennis didn't know it could be like this, he wished so badly that it was real. What a beautiful life they would have together. They'd be happy, she made him happy. He didn't think it was possible to feel good anymore, but here he was practically jumping for joy. There was no doubt in his mind that he was in love with her. He'd go down on her every night, expecting nothing in return, if it meant he could stay with her forever. If only it were possible. Instead he would take these pretend moments and commit them to his memory forever. A shining light in his bleak life.

Morning arrived too fast. Dennis yawned, wrenching his eyes and started to get out of bed. “I can make us breakfast.”

Y/N grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her. “Orrrrr, how about I order some eggs benny and we can spend longer in bed.”

“You’re brilliant.”

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“What does a fish say when it runs into a brick wall?”

 “I don’t know, what?”

Dennis slapped his hand on the table, “Dam!”  He threw his head back, braying and wheezing.

Y/N snorted at the bad joke, smiling at how his face lit up with the punchline. Their fish frys were huge, so her boyfriend had been making awful puns and one-liners all night. She threw her lemon at him, which he promptly caught and ate without breaking his cocky grin. He was turning into quite the cheeky bastard. 

The shrill of his phone interrupted the merriment. His ex-wife’s name flashing on the screen. Rolling his eyes, Dennis declined the call, only for her to call back. He ignored her again to no avail, his phone continued going off. She clearly wasn't getting the hint. Huffing, he answered. 

All Y/N could hear was non stop shouting, poor Dennis not even getting a word in. He grew paler, biting the inside of his cheek. She was about to take the phone from him and tell that horrible woman off, when he quickly said goodbye and hung up. He made a face she had never seen on him before. 

“Gina wants her stuff from the house. Says she’ll be by tomorrow and demands I have her things in clearly labeled boxes just inside the door. She doesn't want to step foot into my house again.”

She smirked at Dennis, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary. “I think a better plan would be to show that cheating whore what she's missing.” 

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Dennis couldn’t stop giggling thinking of the plan. He looked over at his coffee buddy, her short pink sundress making her look like a yummy treat. His fingers began twitching; he so badly wanted to unwrap and devour her. He walked up behind her, winding his arms around her middle. Whispering in her ear, “I’m dying to taste your juicy cunt.”

Her knees wobbled at his dirty words, whimpering as she felt herself getting wet. Y/N glanced at the time, it was too early, he wasn’t playing fair. He began nibbling on her ear while groping her chest, making her clench around nothing, she felt so empty. Well… it wasn’t terribly early. No harm in pregaming. She allowed Dennis to reach under her dress and slide her panties down her legs. 

“Wait,” she reached down to grab the piece of fabric, throwing it to the floor on the other side of the kitchen island near the box labeled ‘the bitches crap.’

Dennis didn’t have time to ponder why she did that because his pants were currently being undone by nimble fingers. His eyes followed her beautiful face as she fell to her knees in front of him. He gripped the counter behind him as she removed his semi hard cock from his pants, her other hand cupping his balls, giving him a smile too innocent for what her naughty hands were up too. 

Leaning forward, Y/N licked at his testicles, gently rolling each in her mouth. She dragged her tongue along the underside of his length, satisfied hearing him gasp and his body jerk. Her ravenous gaze never faltered as she watched him watching her with lust blown eyes. Placing a kiss on his tip, Y/N sucked him fully into her mouth. She swallowed him a few times before allowing his dick out to glide along her cheek. Her tongue gave it a kitten lick and another kiss.

“Fuck,” Dennis gave a needy moan, “please, Y/N.”

Gripping his thighs, her mouth reclaimed his cock, taking him as deeply as she could. Her own arousal drenching her as she continued blowing him. Sparing a peak at the clock, she leaned back, causing Dennis to practically sob. 

He wasn’t disappointed for long as she turned around and pulled up her dress. Putting on the condom he had in his pocket, he grabbed the back of Y/N’s neck, bent her over the kitchen island and buried himself to the hilt. The lewd squelch of his cock dragging in and out of her dripping heat drove him into a frenzy. Both began moaning louder as he continued to fuck her. It was almost time.

Gina let herself in, not bothering to knock or ring the bell. Seeing no boxes, she marched into the home yelling, “God damn it, Dennis. I told you to have the boxes ready by the door. Why can’t you do anything right? You are hopeless. You…” She paused at the kitchen entryway, mouth hung open. Blinking a few times in shock. Her ex-husband was screwing some chic from behind, how disgusting. “What the fuck is the meaning of this, Dennis? How dare you, in our fucking kitchen?”

Dennis looked up when his ex started screaming, seeing the offended look on her face, he had to stifle a laugh. “Shut the fuck up, get your shit and get out. My girlfriend and I are busy.” Turning his attention back to the woman under him, he vigorously pounded into her.

Gina couldn’t believe her ears, he had never spoken to her like that. And he certainly never made her make those noises. Avoiding the tossed panties, she grabbed the single box on the floor and hurried out of there, slamming the door behind her. 

The sound of his ex shrieking all the way to her car had the couple in stitches. Dennis couldn’t believe it worked. Y/N was a genius. Pulling out, he turned her body to him, kissing her forehead, nose and lips. “Want to fuck in another room?”

“Ha! Yes, in every room. Give my pussy the tour.”

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A week later, Y/N waited at the coffee kiosk, order in hand. Dennis was late, he had never been late before. To make matters worse, he hasn't responded to her messages for the last two days. She was concerned, but didn’t want to be ‘that’ girlfriend. She didn’t want to smother him if he needed space.

It was almost 8 a.m. when he showed up, giving Y/N a big hug and kissing her cheek. “I’m sorry I’m late and that I haven’t been responsive. Been really busy. I hope you’re not mad.” He took his coffee and donut from her.

“I forgive you, but I have to tell you, D, I was really worried. I thought you were sick, or maybe hurt, or that I must have done something wrong.” 

Dennis’ eyes twinkled in amusement, “Oh no, everythings great thanks to you.” He gave Y/N another bone crushing hug, careful not to spill their coffees. “It worked.”

Her eyebrows drew together, “What worked.”

“Gina came over Saturday morning, begging for another chance, promising to be better. We made love all weekend. I got to show her all the new moves you taught me. She's moving back in as we speak. I’m getting my life back thanks to you. I can't thank you enough for your help.” His excited eyes met Y/N’s as they turned from confused to cold. She threw her drink in his face, called him an asshole and stormed off. 

Dennis was stunned, wiping the iced coffee from his face, he ran to catch up to her. “Y/N, what's wrong? Why did you do that? Hey!” 

She turned on her heel and sneered at him. “What did you expect, a high five for telling me you fucked your ex-wife and are back together with her.” 

Confusion danced across his face, “I don't understand, the plan worked. Gina was so jealous she came crawling back to me…”

“THE PLAN?!” Y/N shouted. “The plan was to show that bitch how you were living your best life without her. Expertly banging YOUR girlfriend,” she patted her chest, “so she regrets the way she treated you. NOT to get her back. NOT to throw me to the side for someone that was so cruel to you your whole life.” 

Dennis was flabbergasted, “Wait, you were my girlfriend? MY girlfriend? Like my real girlfriend, my real actual girlfriend?” He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Why would someone as amazing as her want to be with him? He never would have given his ex a second thought if he knew he had her.

Y/N shook her head, “Not anymore.”

He couldn’t breathe, “N-n-no, wait…” 

“Goodbye, Dennis. Hope you have a wonderful life with that tramp.”

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Dennis walked into his house, spotting Gina’s blonde hair at the fridge. She was throwing out his meat, and beer. She didn’t eat that stuff and wouldn’t allow him to. He was preparing himself to say something when a dark haired man bumped into him. The guy apologized and continued on his way, bringing boxes up the stairs. “Who was that?”

Gina spoke without bothering to face him, “That’s just Vinny, he’ll be staying with us for a few days. The poor dear got evicted. Don't worry, he knows we're working on our marriage. He won't be a problem, I promise.”

Oh lovely, the man Gina left him for will be living with them. “Okay,” he agreed defeatedly, walking into the living room. Dennis knew she’d be cheating on him again before sundown, in his house this time, and he will pretend he doesn't know. He’ll pretend everything is fine. 

Seems rock bottom had a basement. Dennis was in hell, he was sure of it. He lost the woman he loved, the only person that ever thought he was worth anything. He couldn't break further, there was nothing left. Dennis sighed and collapsed face down on the floor. Lying there in his own misery, daydreaming of what could have been.

The End

A/N: Oh Dennis…

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.

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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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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."

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Take Me Home - Part 14

PAIRING: Dennis Baker x Reader

SUMMARY: It’s been nearly a year since your ex-boyfriend dumped you and left you with a laundry list of insecurities, and you haven’t been able to really put yourself out there since. But when Dennis shows up at the adoption fair you’re running for your job at the animal shelter, there’s just something about him that makes you feel like you’re ready to try again.

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WARNINGS (more to come): Body Issues (Dennis and Reader), References to Past Animal Abuse, Emotionally Abusive Exes (Dennis and Reader), Mention of Past Domestic Violence (Dennis’s Evil Ex), Dry Humping/Thigh Riding, Two Idiots In Love Making Out In A Car, Explicit Sex (O&V), Titjob, Cum Play, Fingering, Sexting/Nudes/FaceTime sex, Mutual Masturbation. 18+ only, no minors.

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Part Fourteen

Your alarm goes off Friday morning early enough for you to catch the sunrise. You’re still buzzing from last night—from Dennis finally saying those words you’ve been longing to hear from him. It had seemed so effortless, like he wasn’t even nervous at all to say them, which made it that much easier for you to say them back. Sitting at your kitchen island, contentedly sipping your coffee, you wonder how you could have ever been afraid that this man didn’t love you.

You pack up all of Badger’s things for the long weekend at your parents’ house. You also pack a bag for yourself—for your overnight with your mom and dad and, more importantly, your overnight with Dennis. You know you’ll be staying Saturday night but you pack enough stuff for a week because it’s very early and your brain isn’t quite functional yet and you can’t decide what to wear. You like to have options, and the thought that you might end up staying with him until your parents drop Badger home Monday evening isn’t far from your mind either. 

You rifle through your underwear drawer trying to decide whether or not to pack something extra sexy. Part of you feels like it’s a jinx—that if you pack the cute little pink set he likes or the burgundy one you know he’ll also like, that you’re setting yourself up for failure. Maybe it’s overkill. Maybe it will just make him more nervous than you know he already will be. You decide to pack them both. Nothing says you have to wear them, but you’d rather have the option than regret not bringing anything. 

The trip to your parents' place is about 2 hours and you leave early enough to avoid most of the holiday traffic. Their housing development is decorated with red-white-and-blue everything: all very patriotic but tastefully so—the HOA doesn’t abide anything tacky. They even have rules about colored Christmas lights and the height of the residents’ grass. You couldn’t stand to live like that but it’s the type of thing your mother loves. She always has been a bit of a snob, forever trying to emulate the upper crust even though she grew up with nothing. You love your mother to death, but she’s just so judgmental sometimes—like she’s measuring you against some ideal of the perfect daughter and finding you seriously lacking. 

Your parents come out to the driveway to meet you, your mom giving you double air kisses before your dad wraps you up in a big bear hug. 

“Hey, Pumpkin,” he says. “How was the drive? Not too much traffic I hope.”

“A little bit towards the end,” you tell him, and you hear your mother tsk. 

“I told you to leave early,” she says. “It’s a holiday weekend, darling.”

You swallow a sigh. “Yes, I’m aware of that, Mom. And I did leave early.”

“Leave her alone, Rosie,” your father says, grabbing your bag from the trunk. “Whoa, what’s in here, a dead body? I thought you were just staying the one night.”

“I… uh… I’m staying with a friend this weekend,” you tell him. “Don’t want to drink and drive, you know?”

Your mother’s ears perk up and she purses her lips. “Does this friend have a name?” she asks. “Perhaps a male name?”

Goddammit, Mom.

You’d planned on testing the waters a bit and telling your parents you’d started seeing someone, but you were not planning on telling them you’re at the sleepover stage.

“Let’s get Badger out back,” you say, dodging the question. “He’s been cooped up for hours.”

Your mother gives you that look and you know it’s not the last you’ll hear about this today but mercifully she decides to cut you a break—for now. Once the rosé starts flowing, you know she’ll be back at it with gusto.

Your mom prepares lunch in the kitchen while you and your dad toss the tennis ball with Badger in the backyard. Badger adores your dad. Until Dennis, your father was the only man he’d warmed up to fairly quickly. Of course, your dad is much smaller and much older than Dennis. You love him to pieces but a physical threat he is not nor has he ever been.

“So, Pumpkin, how’s work going?”

You wince, still thinking about poor Hope and her long road to recovery, but you try and get your face together and keep things light and breezy. Good news only: that’s been the rule of thumb with your parents for years.

“It’s pretty good,” you tell him. 

“How’d your big event go?”

You smile wide at him as Badger drops the ball at your feet. “Really well, actually. We had almost 40 adoptions come out of it.”

“What about your little tripod buddy?” he asks and you smile. 

“Yes! Jax finally found a home. I was so happy, Dad, I cried like an idiot at work when Dennis came to take him home.”

“Dennis?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Is this Dennis your new friend?”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t you start, too.”

“I just want you to be happy, Pumpkin, but I’ll leave it alone. Can’t say the same for your mother, though.”

The both of you laugh as Badger makes his way back across the lawn with the ball in his mouth. You can tell that he’s tired and needs some water, so you and your dad head back inside.

“Lunch is almost ready!” your mom calls out. “Darling, will you do me a favor and make the salad?”

You start grabbing the salad components out of the crisper as Badger follows at your dad’s heel to the living room. Everything is washed and ready—your mother doesn’t put away dirty vegetables—so all you have to do is chop, dress, and toss. You grab the English cucumber and start to slice it when you hear that disgruntled sound come from the back of your mother’s throat.

You place the chef’s knife down and look up at her with a huff. “What?” you ask.

“You’re chopping them too big,” she says. “A bit thinner, please?”

You can feel the irritation start to gather at the back of your neck. It’s always like this with her: nothing you do is ever good enough, it’s never done “the right way,” which is usually the way she saw it done in a magazine or on TV or the way some famous lifestyle blogger says it should be done. It’s all very Emily Post with her, which is funny because your dad is the exact opposite. He’ll tuck his napkin into his collar at a 5-star restaurant, he’ll talk too loud and laugh too loud and tell a racy joke in mixed company. It’s what you love most about him: that he’s always unapologetically himself. He would never hurt a fly and he’s the most generous man you’ve ever met in your life but he doesn’t give a flying fuck what people think about him and he never has.

These peccadillos of his drive your mother crazy but, deep down, you know she finds them charming—that they are part of why she fell in love with him in the first place. Despite their many differences, your parents are more infatuated with each other today than they were when they married 33 years ago. They’re affectionate with each other (sometimes to the point of grossing you out), and they do everything together; they are the blueprint for you of what a loving relationship should be, although your ideal marriage is a bit lighter on the bickering (playful though it is). 

But, give or take a few minor details, you want what they have, and you feel like you’re closer to it now than you’ve ever been.

You flash your mother a smile that barely conceals your annoyance. “OK,” you say. “Thinner cucumbers. Got it.”

“Thank you, darling,” she replies. At least she always remembers her manners.

You sit down to lunch and catch up a bit, asking how things are going with them at work and how their recent vacation was.

“We had a wonderful time,” she says, “but that rental house was a bit of a nightmare.”

Your dad rolls his eyes in that not this again way. “It was a perfectly nice house, Rose,” your father says, then turns to you. “Don’t listen to her. She just didn’t like the kitchen.”

“Bernie, the refrigerator was white.” She says it like it’s the most repulsive thing in the universe and you decide not to remind her that your refrigerator is white, too. “And that shower.”

Your mother visibly shudders and your dad starts to laugh. “The pressure wasn’t exactly the best,” he admits.

“It was filthy, Bernard.”

“A few of the tiles were cracked,” your dad tells you, “and there was a water stain on the ceiling.”

“Like I said,” your mother says, lifting her glass of wine, “nightmare. Last time I try to do something on the cheap.”

Your dad chuckles. “On the cheap, she says. If that was the cheap, I don’t want to know what the pricey is.”

“But you had fun, though?” you ask, trying to change the subject.

“Oh, yes,” your mother replies. “We went to the beach every day and the farmer’s market, and there are just such great restaurants there. Oh! And the cutest little stores, too, which reminds me, I brought something back for you. Bernie, will you go grab it? It’s on my vanity.”

You smile warmly at her as your dad rises to go get your present. She may be judgy and a little bit nuts, but you know she loves you and she’s always thinking of you. Your dad returns to the table, a small purse hooked around his elbow as he does his best model strut. Your mother rolls her eyes and you burst out laughing.

“I dunno, Pumpkin. I might keep it for myself.”

“Oh, will you stop,” your mother says, trying to hide her giggles behind her hands. “Give it to her already.”

Your father hands you a small kelly green leather hobo bag with a gold zipper. The leather feels supple and buttery as you run your fingers across it.

“I love it,” you say to your mother.

“Adorable, right? I saw it and thought of you.” You smile at her as she continues. “Now you can get rid of that big brown monstrosity you always wear and not walk around looking like a bag lady.”

There it is.

You sigh and look at your dad, who just shakes his head as he chuckles. You have to laugh, too, and you turn back to your mother.

“Thanks, Mom.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

You spend most of the afternoon helping your dad with his pet project: restoring the 1969 Chevy Camaro he’d bought at auction. He’s always been a car guy, preferring the flashy, loud ones to the sleek, sophisticated luxury kind your mother prefers. She would have had a fit when he bought the thing except that he picked her up for their first date in an old Camaro—cherry red, with a white stripe on the hood, just like this one—and she’d told you that when he brought it home, he was just so excited to show her that she couldn’t possibly be mad.

You’re not so much helping as watching your dad and handing him things when he asks for them—generally the wrong thing because you’re hopeless with tools, much to your father’s dismay.

“Come on, Pumpkin,” he says. “You know what an Allen wrench looks like. I thought I taught you well.”

“You did your best,” you say, and it’s true; your father always tried to teach you how to fix things—how to change a tire, how to fix a leaky faucet—it just never stuck. “I’m hopeless when it comes to this stuff, Dad.”

“Well, I’m not worth a damn in the kitchen, not for lack of trying, so I suppose I can’t fault you too much. So,” he says, “while we’re on the subject of busted cars…”

“Not you too,” you say. “My car is fine.”

“It’s a piece of shit, Pumpkin,” he says, “and I don’t want you driving it. It’s not safe.”

“Now you sound like Dennis,” you say, not thinking about it until the words have already passed your lips.

Your father raises an eyebrow. “Do I now? Anything else you want to tell me about this Dennis?”

Your dad has a cheeky grin on his face and you can’t help but smile at him. “Fine,” you say. “We’re sort of dating.”

“Do I even want to know what sort of dating means these days?”

“Ew, Dad. No. Not like that. We… we are dating. He’s my boyfriend. It’s all very new. I only just met him at the adoption fair when he adopted Jax.”

Your father sets the Allen wrench down and wipes his hands on an old t-shirt repurposed as a rag before turning to you and crossing his arms.

“And he’s good to you?” he asks, watching your eyes for any sign of deception. He always knows when you’re lying so you never bother trying. “He treats you right?”

“Yeah,” you say, and then the floodgates open and you can’t stop yourself from singing Dennis’s praises. “He’s just the greatest. He’s so sweet and he’s kind and he’s generous. He’s not afraid to talk about his feelings or the future. He doesn’t play stupid mind games or any of that shit. He just loves me.”

“Love already, huh?” your father asks, looking slightly wary.

“I know it’s quick,” you say. “I know that. But it just feels like I’ve known him my whole life and I… I love him, too.”

Your father smiles kindly. “I’m happy for you, Pumpkin. After that last one…”

You give a dismissive wave of your hand. “I don’t want to talk about him.”

“I’m sorry,” he says. “Forget I said that. I’m just… I’m glad you found someone, and your mother will be, too.”

“Ugh, God. Do I have to tell her?”

Your dad pops his head back under the Camaro’s hood. “Yep,” he says, and you sigh. “Why, is there something about him you think she won’t approve of?”

“Are you joking?” you ask. “When has she ever approved of anyone, you and I included?”

You and your dad have a good laugh at that but you’re nervous, despite his insistence that your mother will be happy to see you happy. You know that’s partially true, but she’s not going to like that Dennis is older and she’s definitely not going to like that he’s divorced. It’s pointless to lie, though. Even if your father wouldn’t see right through it, if there’s really a future here they are going to find out eventually. Best to just rip off the Band-Aid and let her get all the judgmental comments out of her system before you actually introduce him to them.

You shudder as It occurs to you for the first time that, at some point, Dennis is going to have to meet your mother. The poor thing is going to need an extra session with Dr. Porter that week. But you’ve got time for that, you think. You haven’t even had sex yet. Meet the parents can wait a while.

***

Dennis is floating somewhere a few feet above his body as he cleans his house in preparation for the party. You love him. You really love him. And he was able to tell you that he loves you—he even said it first. It just sort of came out and he’s happy now that it did because not only did it bring you joy on one of the worst nights of your life, it came out so naturally. He’d thought he’d wanted to do a whole thing with it—some elaborate gesture to make it feel extra special to you, so you’d know he really meant it—but now he realizes that it was so much more special when spoken spontaneously, completely unplanned and from the heart. Thinking about it now, he can’t imagine it happening any other way. 

And that’s one more nightmare-inducing fear he can check off the list, one less thing to worry about. There’s only one that remains, but of course it’s the deepest, darkest one: what if after all of this, he still can’t fuck you? 

He’s only got one more day to get his shit together on that particular front, and it seems both like an eternity and not nearly enough time. He wants to see you again, to hold you and kiss you and touch you, but he’s torn between his need for you and his fear that, when he does see you again, he has to perform.

You’d never pressure him, of course, and he knows that if he told you he wanted to wait longer, you would be understanding and supportive. But he doesn’t want to wait any longer. He knows the only thing holding him back is his fear of inadequacy and that it’s never going to go away until he confronts it head-on.

There are so many things that could go wrong, so of course Dennis runs through all of them in his head in great detail. As he scrubs down the kitchen, getting it sparkling clean for you, he thinks about the many ways he could disappoint you. He’s not really concerned about not getting hard since his dick is drawn to you like a magnet, but what if he cums too quick and can’t get it up again? What if he cums too quick, gets it up, and then cums too quick again? What if he freaks out in the middle and loses his erection? What if he manages to keep it but whatever he’s doing doesn’t feel good to you? Would you fake it for him, thinking you’re helping? He wants you to tell him what to do, what you like, but what if you can’t? What if you’re afraid?

No, he knows you wouldn’t lie to him, that you’re comfortable with him and you’ll tell him what to do if he asks. You’re patient and you’re kind and you’ll work with him and teach him because you love him. But what if it can’t feel good? What if it really is too big and you can’t make it fit? What if he hurts you?

It makes Dennis physically ill to think about causing you any pain and he has to shake his head to try and knock those thoughts loose and send them away.

“It’ll be fine,” he says out loud to no one, but Jax is listening. He walks over and nuzzles Dennis’s thigh with his head, like he knows his dad needs a bit of soothing. “It’ll be ok, right, buddy? I can do good for mama, right?”

Jax barks twice before sitting and smiling up at Dennis.

“I hope you’re right,” Dennis says, tossing him a jerky treat from his pocket that Jax snatches out of the air. “Cause I don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do if you’re not.”

***

You’re out to dinner at your mother’s favorite restaurant: some Italian place that was featured in Food & Wine a few years back. You’ve made it through your appetizers without bringing up Dennis, but as your mains come, your dad gives you a look that says it’s time. It doesn’t go unnoticed by your mother; he wasn’t trying to be subtle.

“What?” she asks. “What do you two know that I don’t?”

You take a sip of your water—no wine tonight, thank you very much—and a deep breath and you say, “I have a new boyfriend.”

“I knew it,” she says with a little twinkle in her eyes. “Tell me everything. But wait”—she turns to your dad—”how long have you known about this?”

“Like 2 hours, Rosie. Relax. Let the kid talk.”

“Sorry,” she says, turning back to you. “Spill it. How did you meet? What does he do? I want to know everything.”

“His name is Dennis,” you begin. “We met at the adoption fair when he started the process to adopt Jax.”

“That’s the three-legged one, right?”

“Yes,” you say, slightly irritated that she feels the need to point out even Jax’s shortcomings. “We went for coffee one day when he came to the shelter to take Jax for a walk, before he officially adopted him, and we’ve been on a few dates and… I just really like him and he really likes me.”

Your father looks at you, the slightest bit of irritation in his raised eyebrow; he knows you’re holding back and minimizing things but you just can’t bring yourself to tell your mother how hard you’ve fallen and how fast. She wouldn’t understand. She wouldn’t approve. Your dad is a romantic through and through but your mother… she’s more logical and pragmatic.

“That’s wonderful, darling,” she says. “I’m so happy for you. So, how old is he? What does he look like? What does he do for a living? I need details here. Oh, do you have a picture? I want to see a picture.”

“Slow down,” your dad says. “Let the kid breathe.”

You scroll through your phone, looking for a parent-friendly picture to show them, and you choose one of you, Jax, and Dennis in his backyard. You hold it out to your father first and then your mother, but you keep a death grip on your phone. You do not need them poking around your camera roll, whether purposefully or accidentally.

Your mother leans forward and strains to see the picture, her lips forming a straight line as she examines it. “Well, he’s very handsome, darling, but he looks a bit… older than you.”

At this, your dad leans forward a bit. “How much older we talkin, Pumpkin?”

“It’s not that bad,” you say. “Just, like, 10 years.”

“You failed to mention that part earlier,” your dad says, his brow now knitted in fatherly concern. “10 years ain’t nothing. I mean, he’s not exactly robbing the cradle but-”

“Bernard!” your mother whisper-shouts. “We are in public! But your father is right,” she says to you. “That’s rather a large gap. Are you sure he’s interested in a long-term relationship?”

“Why would you even say that?” you ask.

“Just that a man that age, still single… he might not be interested in marriage or family. He might just be one of those overgrown playboy types.”

You scoff because that is about the farthest thing from Dennis you can picture. “For your information, he is very interested in marriage and family. If you must know, he was married but he’s divorced now.”

Your mother makes a high-pitched squeak when you say the D-word. “A divorcé, too. Oh, darling. You can do better than that.”

“You don’t even know him!” You can hear your volume going up and your skin start to crawl with anger and you try to rein it in. “And it wasn’t his fault. His ex-wife is a terrible person.”

“That’s what they all say,” your mother says. “It’s always the wife’s fault.”

You have no intention of telling your mother exactly how wrong she is in this particular instance—that would be a betrayal to Dennis and you don’t have to explain yourself or him to her anyway—but you can’t just let her think the worst.

“She cheated on him,” you say. “I promise you that, in this case, it was absolutely the wife’s fault.”

Your mother huffs and your dad steps in. “Alright, enough, Rosie,” he says, and he turns to you. “I’m sure he’s a good guy, Pumpkin, and you know that your mother and I just want the best for you. I just… you don’t think that maybe someone closer to your age with a little less baggage might be better? Easier?”

“Nothing that’s worth it is ever easy”—you parrot your father’s constant refrain growing up, the thing he’d say anytime you wanted to give up on something—”that was you who always said that, right, Dad?”

“Yes, but-”

“Well, you were right. It’s not easy with Dennis, but it’s worth it. Yeah, he has baggage. I have baggage, too. But we are good together and we love each other. Why can’t you ever just be happy for me? Why is it that I am always doing something wrong in your eyes? All I did was fall in love with someone who loves me back and it’s like I’ve committed some crime against humanity because he happens to be older than me and divorced.”

“We’re just concerned,” your mother says. “You don’t always make the best choices, darling.”

You hear your dad’s voice, low and cautionary. “Rose, don’t.”

“It’s ok, Dad,” you say, no longer able to keep your aggravation in. “Let her talk. Please, Mom, tell me about all of my bad choices. I would love to hear about them all, yet again.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she says.

“You know what?” You make the decision as you speak it. “I think I’m gonna go back home tonight. I have to get an early start in the morning and I just-”

“Come on, Pumpkin,” your dad pleads. “Don’t go. We’re sorry.”

“I really am sorry, sweetheart,” your mom says, and you can see in her eyes that she means it—that she knows she went way too far. “I just love you.”

You sigh and release some of the tension you’re holding. You don’t want to be mad at them. You know they have your best interest at heart, even if they aren’t always the best at expressing that.

“I forgive you,” you say. “I know you’re just looking out for me. But I think I will get going tonight—and not because I’m mad. I really do have a lot of stuff to cook for the party tomorrow.”

“You’re throwing a party?” your mother says. “Not at your apartment, surely?”

“Rosie…”

“Sorry,” she says. “It’s just small, and that kitchen… how would you even-”

You have to laugh because the woman simply cannot help herself.

“It’s at Dennis’s house,” you tell her. “He has a big, beautiful house with a big, beautiful kitchen which—you’ll be happy to know—has stainless-steel appliances.”

Your mother’s face softens a bit as she quirks an eyebrow. “So he has money, then?” 

“Oh, now you’re supportive? You are such a snob, Mom.”

“You’re not one of them sugar baby gals on the Instagram, are you, Pumpkin?”

“Jesus Christ, Dad. No!” you shout, and now your mother is castigating your father for his off-color comments and he’s laughing so hard that his neck is red and all you can do is just sit there and smile because, despite how difficult things can sometimes be, you just love them so damn much it hurts.

When you get back from dinner, you spend a little quality time with Badger before taking off for home. You’re cruising along, listening to one of your favorite playlists and mentally cataloging the many tasks you have tomorrow when you see a pair of eyes flashing green. You slam on your brakes as the deer prances across the road, but they aren’t catching. You pump them once, twice, three times but nothing’s happening; you’re still barreling down the road going 40 and you’ve completely lost control. You yank the emergency break up as hard as you can and the shrieking sound of metal and the smell of burning rubber and the pounding of your heart in your ears is all there is until you skid to a stop about two feet from a tree.

You sit there for a moment in shock, just breathing heavily and shaking. But you’re ok. The deer is ok. Everything is ok except for the fact that you know your car is fucked and you absolutely cannot afford to replace the brakes. That, and you’re a woman alone at night and stranded by the side of the road a few miles outside town. You grab your phone in trembling hands and call Dennis.

“Hey!” he says. “How’s it going with the parents?”

“Dennis,” you say, and you can hear the panic in your own voice. “Can you come get me? I got in an accident.”

“Are you ok?” he says, his voice gone from sweet to deadly serious with worry. “Where are you?”

“I’m fine. The brakes went but I didn’t hit anything. I’m on the county road about 4 miles outside town.”

“I’m coming right now,” he says, and you can hear the tinkling of his belt as he puts on his pants. “Lock your doors.”

He hangs up before you can tell him you already did.

***

Dennis has never moved faster than he is right now, throwing on his clothes and grabbing his keys and rushing towards the door. He decides to take Jax with him since he’s clearly sensed how agitated Dennis is and he doesn’t want to leave him alone in the house all worked up. With Jax in the back seat, his fuzzy chin resting on Dennis’s shoulder, he drives as quickly as he can while still remaining safe and sane. He reaches you in about 10 minutes and there’s a pit in his stomach when he sees how close you came to hitting a tree.

He throws his car in park and rushes over to your driver’s side door, pulling at the handle before you’ve even unlocked it. Once he hears the click, he throws it open and grabs you, pulling you up out of the car into a tight hug. He cradles your head in one hand and rubs your back with the other.

“It’s ok, Sweetheart. I’m here.”

He can feel you relax into his arms as you hug his waist, feel your breathing slow as you bury your face in his chest.

You speak muffled into his t-shirt, “God, you smell good.”

“What happened?”

“There was a deer.” You look up at him and even in the dark your eyes sparkle. “I hit the brakes and nothing happened. Had to pull the emergency. Please don’t say I told you so.”

“I won’t,” he says. “I would never do that. I’m just happy you’re ok.”

“I’m ok and the deer’s ok but my car is… not ok.”

“We’ll get it figured out,” he tells you. “Let me call a tow.”

“I already called them,” you say. “They should be here”—headlights pierce the darkness as the tow truck crests the hill—”uh, now, I guess.”

“Good,” Dennis says, “I want to get you home.”

You look up at him. “I- I’d rather stay with you tonight,” you say, the question in your eyes even though, to Dennis, it’s a foregone conclusion.

“My home is your home,” he replies, “if you want it to be,” and your smile brightens your entire face—like your skin is its own source of light.

The tow guys don’t take long getting your car up on the flatbed, and you sit in the backseat of Dennis’s car petting Jax while he sorts out the payment. He’d insisted and you’d had no choice but to agree because he knows you don’t have much cash to spare right now. The tow guy—whose name is Benny, if his embroidered uniform is to be believed—takes Dennis’s credit card information down on his intake form and hands the card back, tossing a glance over his shoulder at your car.

“You let your girl drive around in that thing?” Benny says, shaking his head. “Goddamn deathtrap, and I can tell you right now it’s not worth it to fix it.”

“I know,” Dennis replies. “I’m handling it.”

“Listen,” Benny says, “if you’re looking for a good deal on a used car, my cousin can hook you up.” He pulls a business card from his pocket and hands it to Dennis. “Tell him Benny sent ya.”

Dennis looks at the card and back up to Benny. “I might just do that,” he says. “Thanks.”

“No problem, pal. You all have a safe night.”

Dennis pockets the business card and walks back to his car. You’ve made your way to the front seat and when Dennis gets in, you ask him with a pained expression, “How much was it?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says.

You sigh. “Thank you. I mean it. I’m gonna pay you back.”

“No, you’re absolutely not.”

“Dennis!”

“You heard me,” he says. “I’m not taking your money.”

“Well, if you won’t take money…” you say, flashing him a coy little smile. “Maybe there’s something else I can do to make it up to you.”

“Now you’re talking,” Dennis says, and he speeds you back to his place.

Dennis had never really understood what Netflix and Chill meant until tonight. One minute, he’s bringing you a cup of tea and putting on Schitt’s Creek, and the next minute he’s on top of you, dry-humping you as he slides your shirt up over your head.

“I want you,” you whisper. “Fuck. I need you.”

“I want you, too, Sweetheart. So fucking bad.”

“You can have me,” you say, your chest heaving beneath him as your eyes lock onto his, asking the question without saying it aloud, “if you want to.”

“I want to,” Dennis replies, and you smile at him softly as you run your thumb across his cheek.

“Take me to bed, Dennis.”

He snatches you up with zero hesitation. His mind is racing but his body feels ready as he carries you, giggling and kicking your feet over his shoulder, up the stairs to his bedroom. It’s better this way, he thinks. Maybe a whole, long, action-packed day of anticipation before getting to this moment was never going to work out. Maybe he just needed to wait until the time felt right instead of deciding what the right time is.

Dennis lays you gently down on his bed and you shimmy out of your jeans, leaving you in just a cute black-and-white polka-dot bra and panty set. He will never get tired of the sight of you half-naked and waiting for him as he strips down to his boxer briefs, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you sweep your eyes up and down his body. The way you look at him—that craving in your eyes—sets fire to his skin and makes him feel things he’s never felt before: sexy, powerful, wanted.

You sit forward and reach out to palm him through his briefs but he grabs your wrist lightly. “Not yet,” he says. “You first. You remember what I said I was gonna do to you?”

You nod your head. “Mhmm.”

“Then let me.”

Dennis hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties and peels them off you slowly as you remove your bra and toss it to the side. He stands back and savors the sight of you like this: completely naked on his bed, propped up on your elbows with your legs spread, your pretty pussy glistening in anticipation of him. He’s pictured it so many times, but now you’re really here, this is real, this is happening.

“Are you ok?” you ask.

He can feel his cock throbbing, the precum leaking through the gray fabric of his boxer briefs as he stares at you. “Yeah,” he replies. “You’re just… fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“Kiss me,” you beg.

Dennis crawls up your body and finds your lips, so warm and soft and ready for him. You reach up and thread your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck as you pull him into a deep kiss, your other hand clutching his bicep as you sweep your tongue into his mouth. Dennis doesn’t want to rush; he doesn’t want to fumble around your body like he doesn’t know what to do with it. He kisses you slow and deep and you wrap your legs around the back of his thighs, urging him closer to you until his dick is hard against your center. He can feel the heat of you through the fabric of his underwear, feel you soaking through them as you grind yourself on him from below and moan into his mouth.

Dennis pulls out of the kiss. “Need to taste you,” he says, and he kisses and licks his way down your body just like he did the first time you gave him the great honor of eating you out. 

And he remembers what to do—all the tips and tricks he studied and how your body responds to them. He remembers how you like him to start with slow, rhythmic drags of his tongue, flat and wide against your entrance, not too much pressure at first—a tease, almost. He remembers how you buck your hips and fist his hair when you want more, when you need the suction of his lips around your ciit and his tongue lapping at you. He remembers the sounds you make—those sweet, beautiful cries of pleasure—when he’s bringing you close, and how you grab at his hand on your thigh when you want him to start using his fingers.

“Stretch me out,” you tell him. “Get me ready for you.”

Dennis starts with two fingers and hooks them up into your g-spot as he sucks your clit into his mouth, staring up your beautiful body as he brings you closer. You’ve got your eyes closed and your brow knitted and your mouth open in an oval, your hands clutching your tits as you moan his name, telling him how good he’s making you feel. When he slips a third finger inside you, you arch your back and cry out, “Yes, fuck, I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t stop—not until you’re gripping the bedspread and digging your heels into the mattress as your toes curl, not until you’re shaking and crying out your pleasure as you soak his beard. Your body relaxes and Dennis starts to remove his fingers but you grab his wrist and hold them in place, your pussy still spasming around them. 

“Not yet,” you say. “I- I’m… fuck… c- can’t stop cumming. K- keep going. P- please.”

Dennis dives back in, going hard and sloppy at your clit as your walls continue to pulse around his fingers. He hears sounds coming out of you that he’s only dreamt about and he doesn’t know if you’re still on your first orgasm or if this is a new one but it doesn’t matter because you taste so fucking good and you look so goddamn sexy when you cum. He wants it to last forever, but eventually your body goes limp and you sigh and tell him to stop with a little giggle that shoots straight to his already painfully hard dick.

“Holy shit,” you say, near breathless. “I’ve never cum like that in my life.”

Dennis can’t keep the smile off his face, soaked in you, as he looks up at you from between your thighs. “How many times did you-”

“I don’t even know. I don’t care. Come here.”

You reach down and grab at his shoulders as Dennis comes up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on him. He loses himself in the kiss for a moment until he realizes that this is it: his time has come. He can feel himself tense up under your fingertips and you pull out of the kiss, your concern written all over your face.

“Hey,” you say gently. “If you don’t want to-”

“I want to,” he says. “Believe me, it’s all that I want. I’m just… can you tell me what to do?”

You smile softly at him as you brush a piece of hair behind his ear. “Of course.”

“I, uh, I bought condoms. Th- they’re in the nightstand. And there’s, uh, you know… lube. If it doesn’t-”

“Relax.” You run your thumb across his bottom lip as you cup his face and his eyelids flutter at your touch. “It’s gonna be amazing, ok?”

He feels that familiar pinch in his tear ducts and fuck, Dennis, do not fucking cry but he can’t stop his eyes from watering a bit. “What if it’s not?”

“It will be,” you tell him, “because I love you so much and all I want is to feel you inside me, to be that close to you. I don’t care about anything else. I don’t care if I cum or not. I just want you.”

And just like that, Dennis feels a weight lift. You always know exactly what to do and exactly what to say to make him feel like everything is ok—better than ok, even. Perfect. 

“I love you,” he tells you, and he means it with his whole heart.

He’s never loved anyone the way he loves you, and all he wants in the world is to be able to make love to you and show you with his body what he can’t put into words. Because there are no words strong enough or deep enough to describe the way he feels about you. I love you isn’t enough—not even close.

Dennis stands and removes his boxer briefs, his cock springing loose and slapping his stomach once it’s free. He feels a little dizzy on his feet because all his blood is in his dick and he’s watching you grab condoms out of his drawer and oh God this is really happening and now you’re giving him an amused little smile.

“Magnums, huh?”

He can feel his face go lobster red. “Yeah, uh… the other ones are too tight.”

You look at his dick and lick your lips. “I bet.”

“How do you want to-”

“Sit up against the headboard,” you tell him. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

Once Dennis is in position, you tear open one of the foil wrappers and remove the condom. Your warm palm wrapped around his dick already has it jumping in your hand, and when you roll the condom down the length of him, he lets out a moan he just can’t hold. You smile and straddle him, hovering over him for a moment as you take his face in both your hands. 

“Are you ready?’ you ask him, and when he swallows deep and nods, you give him the sweetest kiss on the lips.

You reach down in between your bodies and position him at your entrance, and when he feels your pussy against the tip of his dick—warm and wet even through the latex—a jolt of electricity shoots through his entire body. You lower yourself onto him slowly and the sound that comes out of you when he enters you for the first time is something he’ll never forget as long as he lives. Dennis thinks he blacks out for a moment once you have his tip inside you, and when he comes back to himself and looks at your gorgeous face as you take more of him, he can see that you’re struggling.

“Are you ok?” he asks, and part of him wants to stop and try to reset but you feel too fucking good around him, so goddamn warm and tight.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Just need to go slow. Fuck, Dennis, you’re so fucking big.”

“We can stop,” he says, but he really really doesn’t want to.

“No,” you say. “I want it. I want all of it.”

By the time you’re halfway there, Dennis’s cock is throbbing like it has its own heartbeat and he wants, he needs, to feel all of you. You grip his shoulders tight and take a breath and then you drop all your weight down until you’ve got every inch of him inside you. You hiss and let out a wanton moan as you take all of him, and Dennis holds on to your hips for dear life—the soft flesh at your waist like velvet under his fingers as he cries out and throws his head back hard against the headboard.

“You feel like fucking heaven. Oh my God.”

Dennis thinks to himself that he’s never felt anything better than this—the way your body is opening up for him, accepting him—and then you start to move and Dennis can no longer think at all. Just a few slow rolls of your hips, your breasts swaying as you place your hands on his chest for balance, has Dennis’s balls tightening. You speed up and now you're really fucking the life out of him and he tightens his grip on your waist. Dennis can’t stop the moans that come from somewhere deep in his chest as you ride him like one of those mechanical bulls at some cheesy Western-themed restaurant. He wants to feel like this forever, but he just can’t hold on.

“Fuck, baby. You feel too good. I’m gonna cum. Fuck.”

“It’s ok,” you say, riding him even faster and harder now that he’s said out loud what you probably already knew. “I want it. I wanna watch you cum for me.”

Dennis was already on the edge, but your words and the hungry look in your eyes when you say them have him totally gone. When his hips start to stutter, he holds you in place and fucks up into you as he spills into the condom. He can feel the vice grip your pussy has on him as he cums and the proud look in your eyes as you watch him lose himself inside of you. He wraps his arms around your back and pulls you down on top of him, chest to chest as he kisses your lips and your neck, tasting the sheen of sweat on your skin.

“I told you I’d make it fit,” you say, and then you both start to laugh.

You reach back and hold the base of the condom as you slide off of him with a tiny little whine.

“I’ll deal with that,” Dennis says.

“Such a gentleman,” you say, and Dennis walks to the bathroom on shaky legs to dispose of it.

When he comes back, you’re sprawled out on his bed with a dreamy smile on your face. The sight of you steals his breath; he’s never seen anything more beautiful. “Come back to bed,” you say, and Dennis crawls in behind you and pulls you against his chest. 

“I’m sorry I-”

You cut him off. “Don’t,” you say. “It was perfect. I love you.”

Dennis buries his face against your hair and breathes in the scent of you. “I love you, too, but-”

“No buts,” you say. “Unless you didn’t enjoy that…”

“Oh, I did. Too much, I think. That’s the problem.”

“There’s no problem, Dennis.” You turn in his arms to face him. “You don’t have a problem. You don’t have a ‘bad penis’ or whatever the fuck. You have a very good, very big penis that I would very much like inside of me again, and we have lots of time for that. And I’m sure pretty soon I won’t even be that exciting to you so-”

“Ok, now you’re talking crazy,” Dennis says, because there’s no universe in which getting you in bed isn’t the most exciting thing in the entire world to him no matter how many times it happens. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are? God, Sweetheart, when you were on top of me? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Dennis runs a hand down the curve of your body and back to your ass, giving it a squeeze. The way your flesh jiggles in his hand is enough, and he feels the blood start to pump in his dick again. You can feel it, too, and you look down and then up at him with a smile. 

“You wanna go again?” you ask.

“Fuck yes.”

***

You would’ve been happy with just the one time. Finally having Dennis inside of you after wanting him for so long—your whole life, if you’re honest—was enough for you. Just the look on his face when he was buried in you fully was enough. He’d already made you cum. You knew he was never going to last very long the first time. You just wanted to feel him and make him feel good and show him that he didn’t have to be scared with you. But once wasn’t enough for Dennis. He’d had a taste and now he’s positively ravenous.

You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of the feeling of Dennis’s cock stretching you out as he enters you, and you both moan as he slides home. You want it missionary this time, want to feel the sheer heft of him on top of you, and—now that you know it fits like a glove—you want to let him use your body however he wants it. And how he wants it at first is just so painfully sweet: long, slow strokes as he takes your face in his big hands and kisses all over it and down your neck and tells you how good you feel, how much he loves you.

You’ve always hated the term “making love” but that’s what he’s doing to you and it feels better than anything you’ve ever felt—so good that you feel like a fool for ever having rolled your eyes and fake gagged at the terminology. You've had great sex before, but you’ve never felt someone’s love for you fill you up from the inside. Dennis starts to move a little faster, moan a little louder, and you wrap your legs around his waist and angle your hips up to take him deeper.

“Oh, fuuuck. Stay like that. That feels amazing,” he tells you, and you feel the gravel in his voice absolutely everywhere. “Your pussy’s so fucking perfect, baby.”

“It’s yours,” you moan. “I’m yours. Oh God, Dennis, your cock feels so fucking good. Feels like it was made for me.”

You want to tell him to fuck you but you don’t. You’re torn because part of you wants to keep going like you are, with this sweet and gentle man giving it to you so sweetly and gently. But the other part of you—the part of you that’s going cockdrunk and greedy on the big, fat dick inside you—wants to see what else he’s got. You know he wants it; he’s told you in great detail exactly how he wants to really give it to you, but you don’t want to rush him. Maybe he’s not ready for that, maybe he just wants to take it nice and slow, maybe he-

“Tell me what you want, Sweetheart,” he says, peppering kisses across your shoulder. “I wanna make you cum. Wanna feel it from the inside.”

He looks into your eyes and he just looks so earnest and sweet, but you know underneath it all there’s an animal waiting to be let loose.

“Fuck me, Dennis,” you say. “Really fuck me.”

He grunts a little before sitting back on his knees and yanking you down by your waist. The sheer strength of him takes you by surprise and you gasp a little before you giggle.

“You wanna get fucked, baby?” he asks, and now all the sweetness is gone from those ocean-blue eyes, replaced by something darker and hungrier.

“Yes,” you moan. “Please.”

Dennis grips your hips tightly and draws his cock out so that just the tip is left inside, and when he snaps his hips and fills you all the way up, your eyes roll back in your head. A few more of those slow, hard, deep strokes and he’s lost all control. He’s fucking into you with a strength and a power that you’d never seen on him before, putting his fit, muscular body to work as he uses all that core strength to give it to you good. You watch him watching you—the way your tits bounce with each thrust, the way his cock punches the breath from your lungs every time he gets up in your guts. You cry out his name, tell him how good he feels and how good he fucks you. The way your body is responding to him should be enough but you want him to know, to hear from your lips that he’s got good dick and knows what to do with it.

“You like that?” he asks, but you can tell from the look in his eyes that he knows he’s giving it to you right.

“I fucking love it. Oh, fuck. Harder, baby. I’m gonna cum.”

Dennis grabs your legs and tosses them onto his broad shoulders before bending you in half, not losing a beat with his dick still inside you. He’s so goddamn deep in this position that he’s nailing your sweet spot with each thrust. You feel your walls start to pulse and he feels it, too, and you reach around and grab two handfuls of his ass to hold on to him.

“I’m cumming,” you cry. “Oh, fuck, Dennis. I’m cumming. I fucking love you.”

“And I love you,” he says, jaw clenched tight. “Now be a good girl and cum on my cock.”

That’s when you absolutely lose it, clawing at his ass and his back as your cunt starts to flutter around him. He drops your legs and changes his pace when he feels you start to cum, going slow and deep and moaning with you as he feels you clench down on him over and over again. He moans a deep fuuuuck in your ear as he rolls his hips, and he tells you, “That’s it, baby. That’s my girl,” and a part of you feels like you’re dying because your whole body is taut and then you just let go, and the only thing you can hear, the only thing you can feel, the only thought in your head is Dennis.

“You feel fucking perfect, baby. I wanna stay like this forever, you squeezing the fuck out of my dick. Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Flip me over,” you tell him. “I know what you want.”

He keeps a slow grind as he looks down at you. “Yeah?” he asks.

“Mhmm,” you reply.

Dennis turns you over onto your stomach and pulls you up off the bed with one hand wrapped around your waist. Your muscles are like Jell-O but you manage to push yourself up onto your elbows as you feel one hand spread across the small of your back.

“Oh, fuck, baby. I stretched your pretty pussy out good,” he says, and you moan and clench around nothing when you hear his filthy praise.

He rubs the tip of his cock up and down your entrance and you can hear how wet you are before he pushes into you. You feel impossibly full in this new position and he’s not even all the way in but you’re already addicted to him, to those spots he can reach that no one else ever could. You make a mental note to tell Mal she was right about there being no such thing as too big, and then all thoughts leave your head as he starts to fuck you from behind. 

He sounds like an animal behind you and you curl your toes at the feeling of his balls slapping your clit with each thrust. It’s a sticky mess down there but you don’t care; you wish he’d make a bigger mess of you, but that’s a conversation for another day. You’re more than happy with what he’s giving you now as he fucks you hard and deep with two handfuls of ass.

“‘M gonna cum,” he says and you can’t form words to answer him; you just spread your legs wider so you don’t miss one millimeter of dick as he fucks you through his orgasm, “S- so deep,” he stutters. “So fucking deep.”

It takes all the strength left in your body to clench down on him and milk his cock as he cums but you do it because you just want to hear what kind of sinful sounds your pussy can drag out of him. He’s fucking loud this time, and when he’s winding down, you give him a particularly hard squeeze. He hisses and gives your right ass cheek a smack and you giggle.

“You’re a menace,” he says, out of breath and panting. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

He pulls out of you gently and you collapse onto your stomach, only able to hear the sound of your own heartbeat and the ragged breaths you’re taking as Dennis goes to the bathroom to dispose of condom number two. When he comes back, he slides into bed next to you and you wrap yourself around him like a koala, your head against his chest so you can hear that his heart is beating just as fast as yours. You know you have to get up and pee. You know you do, but you can’t fucking move yet and you just want to hold him and have him hold you and just be present for this moment—this beautiful, perfect moment you know you’ll remember for the rest of your life.

“That was incredible,” you say.

“I, uh, I don’t know where that came from,” he says, the usual Dennis modesty back in his voice.

You look up at him. “It came from you,” you tell him, putting your hand over his heart. “That was all you, Dennis. You’re fucking amazing and one of these days I’ll actually get you to believe it.”

“Hope so,” he says sheepishly.

“I will,” you say, “but until then, just know that I love you and I have never, ever been fucked that good in my life. Like, I need to go pee so I don’t get a fucking UTI but I literally can’t walk—that kind of good.”

“Let me help you,” he says, and before you can tell him no, he’s got you in his arms and he’s carrying you bridal-style into the bathroom and setting you down next to the toilet. “Door to door service,” he says. 

“I love you so much,” you say.

“I love you, too. I’ll… uh… give you some privacy.”

“Yeah, I’m a bathroom door always closed type of person, just so you know.”

“Noted,” he says, and he kisses you on the forehead and leaves you to it.

When you come out of the bathroom, you’re slightly confused and very disappointed to see Dennis is putting clothes on, but then you realize that it’s getting very late and Jax needs his nighttime walk.

“Get in bed,” he says. “We’ll be back soon.”

“No,” you say. “I want to come, too.”

You grab a sleep shirt and sweats from your bag as Dennis gets Jax harnessed up, and the three of you take a nice little stroll around the block. Dennis’s neighborhood is so quiet at night, so peaceful, and you feel like this is it—this is what you want to do every night for the rest of your life. Dennis can’t stop smiling at you and Jax looks happy as can be that his two favorite people are walking him together. When Jax is all set, you return to the house and the three of you crawl into bed—you and Dennis wrapped up in each other with Jax curled up at the foot.

Your happy little family, you think. Finally.

PART FIFTEEN >>>

#dennis baker fanfiction #dennis baker x reader #dennis baker x you #dennis baker #chris evans #chris evans characters #take me home series

[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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Title: Baby Luv 

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Reader

Word Count: 5,436

Summary: After a divorce and many, many unsuccessful hook-ups, Dennis Baker has finally reached rock bottom. Out of options and desperate for connection, he creates an account on Searching Arrangement, where the only thing stopping women from spending time with him is his bank account.

 Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Fucking Dennis is it’s own warning quite frankly, Sub-Dennis, Praise kink, Unprotected sex, fluff

A/N: so uh, this is my entry for my own Triple D challenge, lmao. tagging @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ in my new Dennis the menace obsession lmao. i thought of a sweet, subby Dennis who probably hasn’t been having the best of luck since his divorce. i really hope everyone enjoys and doesn’t hate me too much for this haha. i think it ended up being pretty fun! divider by @whimsicalrogers​!

This is a work of FICTION, and there will be ADULT themes and content included therein, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! MINORS, DNI!

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 Gorgeous.

 Dennis suddenly feels inadequate in his pink polo and khakis, and he grips the bouquet tighter as you approach. Your dress looks so lovely on you, and your eyes light up when you see him. You give a shy little wave as you stop in front of the table, and he scrambles to his feet. 

 “Dennis?” You ask, and he nods quickly. 

 “N-nice to meet you.” He holds out the flowers. Your smile is dazzling, and he’s star struck for a moment as you take the bouquet gingerly from his hands. 

  “These are lovely! Are they for me?” You say, holding the flowers up to your nose as you peek at him over the top of it. “You didn’t have to do that.” Your delight at the small gesture seems real, and you place them carefully down on the table so the rose petals won’t bruise.

 “I-I wanted to.” He says, and a beat of silence passes between you. 

 “Should we sit?” You ask, and he nods, dropping back down into his seat. You slide into the booth across from him, and you give him another sweet smile. It makes his chest ache. 

 “You…you look just like your pictures.” He blurts the words out clumsily, and you raise a hand to your mouth to stifle the sound of your laughter. You do, though—the same beautiful face, and the curves of your body which your dress does little to hide. He’d liked your profile as soon as he’d come across it. You weren’t vapid and greedy like so many of the other women he’d spoken to, you took time to describe your interests as well as listen to his. 

 You were the whole package. 

 “Thanks,” you say, your eyes bright. “I’m not very good at photo editing,” You take a sip of your water, your perfectly manicured nails clinking against the glass. “You don’t look like yours.” Dennis’ stomach drops, and he opens his mouth to protest, but you speak again before he has the chance to. “You’re even  more handsome in person.” You wink at him. His chest tightens, and Dennis feels his face go hot. 

 “T-thank you.” He looks down at his hands. This is always where it goes wrong. He hadn’t had much trouble talking to you through a screen, but sitting in front of you in person was… intimidating. He gestures around a little awkwardly. “I, um. I remembered you liked sushi, so…” 

 “Thank you, I noticed that! I’ve been dying to come here and haven’t had the opportunity,” your voice turns a little mournful. “I’m so happy you invited me!” 

 On your profile, you’d listed several of your interests, your likes, your dislikes. Even that you wanted kids one day. He’d wanted to sigh at your perfection. He supposed the only real drawback was that he would have to pay you four thousand dollars a month to spend even a few minutes of your time with him. 

 “I’m sure you’ve been to way nicer places,” Dennis laments. “I hope it’s okay.” 

 “It’s wonderful.” You reach across the table to stroke the back of his hand comfortingly with your fingers, and it feels so genuine that his chest goes tight again. “Seriously, I’ve heard amazing things.” You lean back in your seat. “So… what kind of things do you like to do when you’re not programming robots?”

 His cheeks burn. “I d-don’t program robots, exactly. Just software, and—” The tinkle of your laughter makes him stop. 

 “I know you don’t program robots, silly.” 

 He adjusts his glasses nervously before continuing. “But I like, um. Video games, you know, we talked about that.” Your eyes light up in recognition. 

 “Oh yeah! You couldn’t pick your favorite.” You tease. “I stand firm in my opinion that Portal 2 is the best shooter ever made.” You cross your arms under your breasts and fix him with a coy smile. “And no, you can’t change my mind.” He laughs in spite of his nerves. 

 “I’m a, um, a DOOM fan,” he replies. “Love the, the classics.” A waiter comes by, and Dennis manages not to fumble the order. He can’t stop staring at you as you brush a perfectly coiled lock of hair behind your shoulder. His heart is practically beating out of his chest. You’re so funny and easy to talk to, but he keeps screwing up the words, overthinking them. 

 “You look beautiful,” the words come up like vomit, unstoppable as he tastes them on his tongue. “Your dress is really really pretty.” Your eyes brighten as you smile. The way you preen under his praise is cute, endearing. 

 “Thank you, Dennis. I bought it for tonight.” You don’t say you bought it for him, but the slight, saucy little lilt your voice takes on implies it. His neck prickles as he briefly wonders what you’re wearing underneath it, and if he’ll get to see. 

 How much it’ll cost. 

 “Y-you did?” 

 “Mmhmm.” You nod. “I wanted it to be…” you pause, as if looking for the right word. “Special.” Oh fuck.

 “It feels special. With you,” he adds. You giggle, and raise a hand to your cheek as you look away bashfully. He wants this to be real so badly.

 “You’re sweet.” 

 The appetizers come out along with the sake, and after a cup or two, he’s feeling a little more confident. He asks you about work, and you say you’re employed at a little mom and pop shop on the other side of town. The conversation peters out as the entrees come. 

 “So, um. I…” He gathers his courage as you expertly break apart your chopsticks. “I wanted to um, maybe talk business?” Dennis doesn’t mean to phrase it as a question, but that’s how it comes out. He almost apologizes for it, but your little laugh cuts him short. 

 “Of course,” you say, cocking your head at him as you fix him with a small smile. “Business before pleasure, right?” You clack your chopsticks together expertly before popping a piece of a roll into your mouth. 

 “R-right.” He looks down at his hands and then back up to your expectant face. “You’ve, um, you’ve done this, uh… before?” Dennis asks, leaning in a little conspiratorially. “Had a, um…” He trails off. Sugar daddy seems like such a crass thing to call himself, and unlike so many of the other men on the website, he’s not twenty years your senior.

 You nod, patting your lips with a napkin to catch any stray crumbs. “I’ve had patrons before, yes.” You answer honestly. “I think it would help if maybe you told me a little more about, you know, what you’re looking for.” Dennis must look as lost as he feels because you reach across the table to squeeze his hand with a comforting smile. “Don’t be nervous, I don’t bite.” You wink. “That costs extra.” 

 He chokes out a laugh. “I, well… my wife, I had a wife,” he corrects himself, his throat tightening at the memory. “But it ended, um. A year ago.” He only just stopped wearing his ring when he started talking to you—but he leaves that part out. Your eyes stray to the empty skin of his left ring finger anyway, and Dennis self-consciously covers the fading indent. 

 “I see. I’m really sorry to hear that, Dennis.”

 “A-and I’ve never done anything l-like this before,” he mumbles, twisting his napkin in his lap. “But I’m trying to, um, get back out there.” He peeks up at you, terrified he’ll see how bored you are, but instead you look… interested. You’re nodding and actively listening, and it isn’t like with Kate at all where he had to fight for every iota of attention she deigned to give him—no, you look like you actually want  to be there.

 Yeah, stupid, you’re paying her for it, Dennis thinks to himself hurriedly. 

 “Are you looking for something long term? Or do you just need a date to a few events?” You ask gently, and his face reddens. 

 “I, er, I mean, I had hoped long term,” he stammers, adjusting his glasses nervously. “U-unless that’s not something you, uh, offer?” 

 “Oh, no,” you shake your head. “I prefer it, actually. And exclusivity?” It seems like such a simple question, but it makes his head spin. “As in, would you like to be my only patron at this time?” 

 “Yes!” He knows he says it too fast, too harsh, but he doesn’t want to share, even if it means extra money. “Yes,” he repeats, his face hot with embarrassment. “I want it to be exclusive.” He doesn’t want to think about you leaving his apartment only to whisper the exact same sweet nothings in another man’s ear. At least if he has to pay for the privilege of your time, he doesn’t want to have to share it with someone else. 

 “Okay, then,” you say, nodding. “Then I guess all that’s left is the nitty gritty,” you toy with a strand of your hair. “In my past… relationships,” you emphasize the word, “I had a firm monthly allowance of five grand a month, but neither of those was exclusive,” you explain. “I think six thousand is fair, don’t you?” When you fix him with those wide, bright eyes, that small sweet little smile on your plump lips, Dennis nods without thinking, his lips slightly parted as he watches you place another bite of sushi into your pert mouth. 

 He makes good money at the IT company, probably a little more than his fair share—it’s not like he can’t afford it, right? 

 “O-okay,” he agrees, his heart leaping as you smile again. “So that, um, that means, we can go out? Like on dates, and stuff,” he fumbles the words again, looking down at his own untouched plates. Your laugh makes his already warm cheeks even hotter. 

 “Isn’t that what we’re doing right now, Dennis?” You tease, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. His palms are sweaty as he rubs them against the crisp, starched material of his khakis. “Going out on a date?” Your sweet smile turns a little sly as the tip of your pump grazes his calf. “And stuff?” He nearly chokes on his drink as he downs it in a single gulp, the alcohol burning warmly in his throat. 

 “Y-yes, I mean, m-more. Dates.”

 You giggle. “Of course, silly.” You take a sip of your own. “Have you been on many dates since…?” you take a sip of your martini, and gesture to the waiter to bring him another, too. 

 “N-no,” he shakes his head, his lips pressing into a grim, dissatisfied line. “I, uh…I don’t have good luck with um, with women.” The frames of his glasses click as he adjusts them again, fidgeting. 

 “What? That can’t be true,” you scoff. “I bet women are lining up around the block for you.” You squeeze his muscular bicep, and he gives you a furious shake of his head. Women have never lined up for anything he has to offer. 

 “No, not really…” Maybe it’s the alcohol making him brave—or stupid—but he bites his lip. “My wife, she said, well…” He leans closer, not wanting anyone to overhear his shame. “I have, um… you know, a bad penis.” 

 Your eyebrows rocket up your face, and you cover your mouth to try and stifle the ungainly snort that erupts from you. His head snaps up, and you give him an apologetic little grin.

 “Sorry, I… I’ve never heard that one before,” you admit. “A… bad penis?”  You look confused, your eyes narrowed and your pretty mouth drawn into a pout. Dennis nods, to embarrassed to say anything. “Dennis, I’m sorry she said that to you,” you say, but he only shakes his head again. “I’m sure nothing’s wrong with your equipment,” you add, flashing him a reassuring smile and a wink. 

 The server comes back to clear the table, and Dennis asks for the check. He wants to ask you back to his place for drinks—he won’t hope for more than that, not tonight. He places his card down into the little foldable book containing the bill while you watch, your chin resting daintily in the palm of your hand. He glances up at you, and you flutter thick lashes at him. 

 “Um, I was thinking, maybe you would like to get a, um, a drink. With me.” He almost drops the book as he places it face up on the table. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, I understand—”

 “I would love to get a nightcap with you, Dennis.”

 Your heels click against the pavement as he walks you to his car, his hand shoved awkwardly into his pockets. He’s not sure if it’s too familiar to drape his arm across your shoulder or around your hips. When he offers you his hand to help you down into the passenger seat you accept it, and he can’t help but marvel at how butter soft your skin is.

 Dennis almost drops the keys as he tries to slide effortlessly into the driver’s seat but you don’t make fun of his nervousness or drop any snide comments, not the way Kate would have. He still lives in the house they shared, though most anything that reminds him of her is already gone. It’s fairly sparsely decorated, but you find something nice to say anyway as he takes your coat. 

 “I know it’s a lot of, um, you know, white walls,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. 

 “That’s okay,” you reply brightly. “Lots of space for new things, right?” He leads you down the hall to the kitchen, and pauses in front of the liquor cabinet.  Dennis isn’t much of a drinker, and most of what’s there has been since before Kate left. He isn’t expecting the warm pass of your hand over his back as you lean in next to him. You’re so close, and you smell so good he has to stop himself from leaning in to get another lungful. 

 “Hmm,” you run your fingers lightly over the bottles, before selecting one, holding it up for him to see. “I love a good whiskey, myself,” you say, fixing him with a sly smile. “What about you?” 

 “Whiskey’s good,” he says quickly, nodding. “I have… ice? Do you want ice?” He fishes out a couple of glasses, and then goes to the fridge for ice. When he turns back around, you’ve already filled them halfway. You drop the ice carefully into both tumblers, swirling it around a little before handing it to him. “T-thank you.” You drink in silence for a few minutes, before you put your glass down with a sharp clink against the table. 

 “I um, I had a good time tonight,” Dennis says shyly, draining his own glass with a grimace. You’re sitting next to him at the island, so close he can feel the heat of your thigh against his own. 

 “I did too,” you say, reaching over to squeeze his hand. You trail your fingers up and down the exposed flesh of his forearm, and even that small touch is enough to send blood rushing down to his cock. Dennis drains the rest of his whiskey in a thirsty gulp. He doesn’t know what to do next, what to say. 

 “I can, um, I can take you home when you’re—when you’re ready,” he mumbles. You cock your head at him, raising an eyebrow.

 “Do you want me to go home, Dennis?” You ask innocently, and he almost drops the tumbler from his suddenly shaking fingers. He doesn’t, God, he really fucking doesn’t—“Because I’ll go home if you want.” 

 “What happens if you go home?” His question floats quietly in the air between you, and you smile. 

 “I call an uber. I text you when I get home. You pay my allowance, we set up another date, and we go from there.” You say simply. “if you choose not to pay it, we don’t see each other again.” Dennis likes how decisive you are, how you lay things out calmly, simply. “You want to know what happens if I stay?” He licks his lips. 

 “Yes.” The hand you’re resting on his arm drags up his chest and you cup his chin. 

 “I know you do.” Your thumb traces over his bottom lip. “If I stay, you pay my allowance…” you trail off, waiting for him to take the bait, which he does without hesitation. 

 “A-and?”

 “And then you get to see what your money pays for.” Your perfume is soft with a citrus-y, floral tint, and it fills his nostrils when you lean closer. Dennis is hypnotized, and he knows he couldn’t move even if his life depended on it as you brush your silk-soft lips against his own. He moans against your mouth, and you giggle, your hand softly stroking his chest through his polo. When you pull away his breath hitches as your fingers tickle beneath his chin.

 “Do you want me to stay?” 

 “God yes,” he breathes. “Yes please.” Dennis reaches clumsily for his phone, going straight to his banking app to initiate the transfer. All the while, he’s acutely aware of the heat of your palm through his khakis, and the little shapes you draw on the naked skin of his arm. He glances up at you nervously, and you give him a reassuring smile. 

 “C-can I see you, now?” He asks shyly, his half-hard cock throbbing in his pants as your smile turns lascivious. You don’t answer, instead you stand up straight, your hands plucking at the stringy bow holding the top of your dress shut. Slowly, teasingly, you pull the halves of your dress apart, exposing inch after luscious inch of smooth skin. He doesn’t realize he’s gripping the sides of his stool hard enough to bruise until the wood squeaks in his grasp and he releases it. 

 The fabric falls with a whisper to the tile floor, leaving you bare except for the lacy black thong adorning your hips, and the suede pumps on your feet. Dennis’ mouth goes dry as he watches you trace circles around your swelling nipples while you cup your breasts.

 “Is this what you wanted?” His mouth won’t cooperate to form an answer, so he just nods. He reaches a hesitant hand toward you, and when you don’t stop him, he cups your breast, running the rough pad of his thumb reverently over your nipple. Your teeth sink beautifully into the plump weight of your lower lip when he does it again. Your skin is so soft and supple beneath his hands, Dennis doesn’t want to stop touching you. 

 He lets out a surprised moan as you palm his cock though his pants, his hips bucking toward your hand. He squeezes the flesh of your hip, and you let out a breathy laugh. You hook a finger underneath the thin strap of your panties, snapping it against your skin. 

 “You want to take these off?” You ask, and Dennis nods hurriedly. You lift yourself onto the island behind you, and he stands between your thighs, watching as you inch the fabric down them. 

 “I want to touch you,” he says softly, his hands flexing on your thighs as he tries hard to wait for your permission. You reach up, carding your hand through his soft blond hair as you bring his face close to yours. Your breath ghosts gently across his face as you whisper—

 “Say please.” 

 “Please.” The plea leaves his lips, and for a moment he thinks you’re going to say no—

 “Good boy.” 

 Dennis presses himself between your thighs until the counter forces him to stop, his hands tracing greedily over every bit of you he can reach as he pushes his face into the side of your throat mumbling how gorgeous you are, how perfect, how much he wants you. He can feel your fingers deftly undoing the button on his pants, and Dennis moans raggedly as you wrap soft fingers around his cock, swiping your thumb across his leaking tip through the cotton of his underwear.

 “You want me, don’t you Dennis?” You coo, and he nods desperately. “Show me.” He wants to worship you—and maybe that’s too much too soon, but fuck it he does. Dennis trails reverent kisses down your throat, between the valley of your breasts. You lean back as he goes, resting on your elbows as his tongue dips into your belly button. 

 You’re spread out in front of him so deliciously, your soft thighs laying open to expose the soft, slick petals of your pussy. He runs an admiring finger up your damp slit, and your answering moan makes his cock throb hotly. He repeats the motion, before leaning down to lave his tongue against your folds. Your fingers tangle in his hair as your hips buck forward to meet his face. 

 Fuck, you taste good—peach sweet, warm and sticky. Dennis is lapping at you like a man possessed, and fuck, maybe he is, because he’s never felt like this before, wanted to please someone else so much. 

 “Mmm, fuck,” you hiss, tugging on his hair as you grind your pussy against his face. His tongue finds the swollen pearl of your clit, and you gasp. “You’re so good at this,” you praise, and Dennis feels pleasurable warmth gather in his chest. “Fuck, fuck, shit—” He presses at your tight entrance with one finger, circling it before sinking it in to the knuckle. You keen, your thighs trembling. 

 “M’so close,” your whiny little moan almost makes him bust right there in his khakis. “Fu-ck, good boy, Dennis, so good—ah—” He can feel the slick, velvet walls of your cunt squeezing around his finger like a vice as the evidence of your release coats his chin. You release his hair, your nails scratching pleasantly against his scalp.

 He’s so hard it hurts, his cock rock hard and leaking as it throbs against his stomach. Dennis wipes at his mouth as you sit up, drawing one finger down the side of his face. 

 “You made me feel so good, sweetheart,” you praise, and he finds it hard not to preen at your softly uttered words. With a gentle tug on his chin, you drag Dennis’ face back up to yours, moaning when you taste yourself on his lips. He whimpers into your mouth as your knee grazes his cock, and you giggle. “You want to cum, don’t you Dennis?” You ask innocently, reaching into his briefs to finally touch his cock. You drag your hand up and down his length, already soaked with precum. 

 “Fuck, yes, God, please,” he moans. He knows he should be embarrassed by his own neediness, but he can’t think about that now, not when you’re stroking his cock confidently in one hand, looking at him like you own him. Shit, maybe you do. 

 “Go sit down on the couch.” 

 He practically throws himself down onto the cushions, and watches from across the room as you slide down from the island, your heels clicking against the tile. He watches you gather up your dress, dust it off and lay it over the island, before you turn and slowly make your way over to him. Your stride is slow and confident, like you know he’d wait for you for as long as it takes—and you’re not wrong. 

 Your hips sway as you approach him, and the only sound louder than the echo of your footfalls has to be his heartbeat. You come to a full stop in front of him, and his breath hitches as you kneel between his legs. He fights the anxious urge to cover his cock, to hide it from you. 

 “You know, Dennis,” you say, dragging one finger up the throbbing vein that runs along his shaft. “I don’t see anything wrong with your penis.” 

 “I-it’s not bad?” He asks, his brows knitted together like he’s waiting for the bomb to drop. You wrap your fingers around him, pumping his cock a few times as he shudders. You lean forward to lave a wet, sloppy kiss against his head that leaves him shaking and moaning. Your mouth is so hot and wet, Dennis swears he’s seeing stars. 

 “No, baby,” you murmur, and he cries out as your lips close around the oversensitive head of his cock. “Not bad.” A hoarse whine escapes his throat when you pull away, a shiny string of your saliva still connecting your full lips to his cock. He reaches for you in a vain attempt to force your head back, but you frown, batting his hands away. 

 “No touching, Dennis.” You reply sternly, and he drops his hands to his thighs, his fingers digging into the taut muscle. You sigh as if disappointed and lean forward, your breasts rubbing sinfully sweet against his cock. “You want to cum, don’t you?” You repeat the question playfully. 

 “Yes, so bad—” his admission is cut off by another swipe of your tongue, his head falling back against the pillows as a harsh breath forces itself out between his lips. 

 You pull away, your grip on his cock loosening until you’re barely touching him as you stroke lazily up and down his shaft. “Beg, then.” Your delivery isn’t cruel or mocking—just matter of fact, like it’s a thing that simply has to happen for you to fulfill your end of the deal. It’s humiliating, having to plead with you to let him cum, but Dennis has never been this hard, or this willing. “Be a good boy and beg.”

 “P-please,” he breathes, unable to look away from your hand on his cock. “Please, please let me cum. I-I want you so much!” It all comes tumbling out, desperate pleas sounding more and more like a prayer every minute. You increase your pace, tightening your fist just a little, enough to make him pant. 

 “Why, Dennis?” You say, cocking your head at him. “Why do you want me?”

 “Y-you’re beautiful,” Dennis admits it without hesitation. “a-and you’re—fuck oh fuck—smart, and I w-wanna make you feel good, like you deserve.” You swipe your thumb across the head of his cock to smear the growing trickle of precum around it. He isn’t expecting you to let go, and he can’t help the pained expression that crosses his face when you do. 

 You stand up from the carpet only to swing one leg across his lap, resting your knee on the cushions. 

 “That was good, Dennis,” You say, fixing him with a sweet smile. “You really think I’m beautiful?” You rest your other knee on the opposite side, hovering over him. He can feel the heat from your pussy just over his cock, and he knows that if he just grabbed onto your hips and thrusts home, he could be inside you—but he also knows it isn’t allowed. That there’s a line there, one he can’t see but one who’s existence he’s explicitly sure of. And if he crosses it, he knows you’ll get up and walk out, and it won’t matter that he’s just deposited seven grand into your bank account. 

 “I do,” he answers honestly. The kiss you gift him with is honey sweet and so butter soft it makes his toes curl, and he knows he’d do anything to get another one just like it. 

 “You did so good, Dennis.” Your voice goes husky, and you drop your hips just low enough to graze the tip of his cock with your soaked cunt. He moans loudly, and barely manages to keep himself still. “So good I’m gonna let you fuck my pussy.” God, he could cry. “And,” you lean down to brush your lips against the shell of his ear. “I won’t even make you use a condom.”

 He doesn’t know what he would have said—his mind is blessedly blank—but any words that would have come out are lost in the strangled groan that he releases against your throat as you start to sink down. Your fingers dig into his shoulders and you mewl. 

 “Oh fuck,” your voice comes out in a breathy whine. He wants to move, wants to force his cock into you with everything he has—but you haven’t told him he could, yet, haven’t told him it’s okay, so all he does is rest his hands on your hips, helping guide you down. You cup his chin with one hand and drag your tongue against his lips. “You’re so thick,” you murmur, and his cock throbs in response. 

 You draw up and then sink lower, drawing a hiss from him as you repeat it over and over again until you’re seated firmly in his lap, with Dennis’ cock fully inside you. You fit him like a glove—tighter, maybe. Fuck, it’s like he can feel you squeezing around him as you shift, moaning. 

 “Feel good?” You ask, rocking in his lap. It’s all he can do to stare at you openmouthed and nod. 

 “U-uh-huh.” 

 You lean up, your velvet walls dragging along his cock like a fist. He murmurs a curse and then a prayer—you feel so good. He doesn’t even really realize he’s spoken until you respond.

 “How good, Dennis?” Your teeth drag along his throat. “Tell me.”

 “So good, l-like wet velvet, a-and so tight—f-fuck!” His hands flex on your hips with the desire to move, and he throws his head back, almost sobbing. You  suck so hard on his pulse he knows there’ll be a mark there when you’re done. 

 “If you can make me cum again, Dennis I’ll let you finish in my pussy.” You say, smiling down at him when you lean away. It already feels like he’s about to fucking bust right then, but he holds off, trying to think of anything but the way your cunt feels wrapped around him right now. 

 Finally, finally he grasps your hips and drives up into you with a wheezy moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” He forces his cock in and out of you in a dizzying rhythm that has him pressing his face into your breasts as you tangle your fingers in his hair. It’s addictive—you’re addictive. 

 “Mm, so good,” your praise only makes him fuck up into you harder, which is apparently what you want because your pussy clamps down around him like a vice. “See, Dennis? Nothing wrong with your cock. You just need someone to tell you how to use it, don’t you babe?”

 “Yes—fuck—yes!” He snaps his hips into yours, and you let out a shuddering moan, throwing your head back. You’re close, he can feel it in the fluttering of your walls around him. You have to cum first, you have to cum first, fuck—he chants it like a mantra, his teeth sinking into his lip as he tries to hold off.

 You cum with a sharp keen, your back arching as you somehow tighten around him even further. The measured throbbing of your cunt and the murmured whispers of your praise send him careening over into bliss, and Dennis’ arms loop under your shoulders to hold you still and steady as he presses his hips to yours. He can’t see, can’t think, can’t do anything but pant against your chest and bask in the aftermath. 

 He doesn’t know how long it is that you two sit there on his couch, his cum leaking slowly out of you and back onto him, but it feels like it’s been a while when he can form a coherent thought again. You’re rubbing soothing circles on his back, telling him quietly what a good job he did, how good he made you feel, how much you liked it. 

 “Hey,” you say, kissing his cheek. “You okay?” 

 “Y-yeah.” Dennis reaches up to fix his glasses, knocked askew at some point.  You ease yourself off of him, and he shoots up to lend you a hand when your knees wobble a little. You giggle. 

 “Thanks. We should, um. You know, shower, probably.” You say, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “And then I can get an uber home, if you like.” You say it nonchalantly, but Dennis shakes his head, his face heating. 

 “No, I, um. You should stay. It’s no trouble.” Your kiss reminds him of the one you gave him earlier, and he swoons. 

 “Okay.” You elbow him, winking. “But breakfast’s extra.” 

 Fin

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