#dennis baker is a sweetheart

[littlelioncub43]

Den gives such ken vibes. Den is literally ken

He really does.

But like if Ken was pathetic and hopeless

[ellethespaceunicorn]

The first person to come and try your lemon bars was Mr. Baker. He stormed out of his house a few moments prior

Why did Dennis storm out? Did him and his ex wife get into an argument?

Well, nonnie, you got me again. I have some thoughts about this one.

And here goes...

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: Dennis explains what happened in the moments before you first met.

Warnings: mention of past domestic fighting, past verbal abuse, and infidelity

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. Any errors are mine.

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

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You had been in the kitchen, putting together your tray of lemon bars to take over to Dennis’ parents’ house for their anniversary party, when it hit you.

“Bubby?” You called out toward the living room, where Dennis and DJ were having tummy time.

Within a few seconds, your husband walks in carrying your cranky son, who desperately needs a nap. Dennis notices the look on your face—one he’s grown to know. You’re biting your lip and playing with your fingers. You want to ask him something, but you’re nervous to bring it up.

“You’ve got something on your mind, sweetheart. I can see the gears turning in that pretty head of yours,” Dennis presses.

“I don’t even know if it’s any of my business to ask. I was just finishing the lemon bars, and I got to thinking about when we first met. You had stormed out of your old house with her. And I was wondering what she could have said to you to make you leave. And I can’t help but want to ask about it because we’ve never fought like that. Blame my hormones; I think my period is on its way,” you admit.

He runs a hand down your arm and leans in to kiss your forehead. “I’m going to put DJ down for a nap. When I come back, we’ll talk about it, ok?”

When he comes back a few minutes later, you’re sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea to calm your nerves. He sits next to you and takes one of your hands, looking into your eyes.

“Firstly, I want to tell you that it is your business to ask about my past. You’re my wife, and I trust you with my life. That includes my past, present, and future. And it’s been so long since I was in that horrible relationship that it feels like a dream most days. Well, more like a nightmare, honestly,” he begins, a nervous chuckle leaving him.

“Baby, we don’t have to talk about this. I don’t want to put you back in that headspace,” you sigh, feeling as though you could melt through the floor.

“I want to talk about it, sweetheart. And you could never put me back into that situation or into that headspace. You’re my safe space,” he confesses, squeezing your hand in his. “So, that day was just like any other for us. She would berate me for being a terrible husband, meaning I wasn’t submitting to her enough. Even though, at that specific time, I did everything for her. I cooked, I cleaned, and I let her walk all over me. All of it was because she had me trained to think that her version of love was what I deserved.

“But, anyway, we had already been going through a divorce. The paperwork was signed and everything; we were just waiting for it to be finalized by the judge. She chose that day to let me know that she had been seeing someone. And I immediately thought, ‘Oh great, she’s finally seeing a therapist’. The optimist in me wouldn’t have ever thought that she meant another man,” Dennis says, shaking his head.

“That fucking bitch,” you hiss, covering your mouth after it slipped out.

Dennis laughs at your outburst, continuing, “Yeah, exactly. She’d already been banging the pool boy; that was the catalyst for our divorce. But then she tells me that she met someone new in her yoga class. And not just anyone in the class; she was fucking the instructor. After everything we went through, good or bad, she still chose to continue cheating. The instructor, by the way? He just happened to be my old high school bully.

“I almost didn’t believe it when she told me. But as soon as I heard the name Lance Tucker, I imploded. I died a little that day. She had the nerve to tell me that she needed him because I wasn’t enough for her. Mind you, we hadn’t had sex in ages. The look on her face while she was telling me all this wasn’t in the least bit sorrowful or apologetic. She also said that I'd never find anyone else because of my shy demeanor. I was at a loss for words, so instead of trying to say something, I just left.

“And who’s the first face I see when I leave the house? My beautiful future wife. Of course, there was no way for me to know that you would be mine. But the only thing I saw in your eyes was peace. Call me a dork, but you had my heart as soon as you reached up to my face with that napkin. Anybody else would have surely let me wear those crumbs, but you? You went out of your way to clean me up. From that moment on, I knew I was in trouble.” He tilts his head and smiles at you, his blue eyes sparkling.

“And by trouble, you mean the way I was looking at you like you were a tall drink of water on a hot day?” you gush, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Well, no. I mean, I saw you looking at me, but I would never have guessed in a million years that you would look at me like that. I just thought you were being nice. But as for trouble, I meant that I was still concerned about possibly flirting with you while I was still married. That’s how deep her hold on me was. And I didn’t want to bring you into what she and I were dealing with. I assumed you had a line of guys waiting to sweep you off your feet,” he rambles on, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“Ok, that makes sense. I had to get in your lap and kiss you for you to get the hint. I still remember your face after kissing you, so innocent and full of surprise,” you hum, smiling at the memory.

“Innocent, huh? I’ll show you innocent, sweetheart,” he quips, standing from his chair and pulling you up as well.

He kisses you, wrapping his arms around your waist, before picking you up and turning to set you on the kitchen counter. His hands grip your legs and wrap them around his hips. As your clothed sex meets his khaki-covered hardness, the last thing on your mind is innocence.

He nips at your bottom lip, soothing it with his tongue as you open your mouth to let him in. His tongue massages yours, and you let out a sweet little whimper.

“Shhh, sweetheart. Let me take care of you, alright?” he insists, resting his forehead against yours.

“Yes, please,” you whine, feeling him twitch in his pants.

He only smiles, looking at you like you hung the damn moon just for him. Taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, he lifts your face to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. He deepens the kiss again, smiling into it and thinking about your first time together.

He plans on blowing that out of the water in a few minutes, and you have no idea what your man has in store for you.

But don’t worry. He’ll take good care of you.

A/N: I’m calling this a drabble…but I think it might be a full-fledged fic at this point hahaha.

[callalillywrites]

An Unconventional Pack Part 3

Part 4 / Series Masterlist

Relationship: Alpha!Reader / Beta!Ransom Drysdale / Beta!Nick Vaughn

Word Count: ~1475

Summary: Ransom's never been all that lucky in finding a pack unlike his best friend, Angel. He does find some promise with one Alpha though, but even that becomes complicated when he realizes that her hidden other isn't an omega but another beta.

Warnings: abusive parent (Linda), implied past abuse, Ransom Drysdale (sad boy, soft, protective), Nick is a sweetheart, fiercely protective best friend!Angel, angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort

A/N: This story was one of the hardest I've had to write so far in this series, and I'm still not sure I'm satisfied with it. Ransom is absolutely a lot softer than I originally intended, but he's what the story ultimately intended. I do heartily recommend reading Their Sweet Omega first because it'll give you more insight into Ransom's characterization for this story. Either way, I do hope you'll enjoy this angst-ridden but happy ending story.

I also do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

*****

Ransom had forgotten the whirlwind that was Angel when she got something in her head.

The next morning, she made good on her promise. Almost overfull from the hearty breakfast she treated him to, they headed off to her accountant’s office, happy to learn that he’d cleared his schedule that morning for them. After a quick late night text, too, which really surprised Ransom the most.

Dennis Baker wasn’t much look at in Ransom’s mind, especially as an alpha, but the man did seem to have a knack for numbers as Angel claimed. Not only did he find several weaknesses in Ransom’s current spending and saving habits, but Baker also located one of the biggest issues with Ransom’s accounts.

They all had a secondary name that Ransom hadn’t known about. Namely his mother.

Several withdrawals had taken place without his notice until he’d had no choice but to come crawling back to his family for more funds.

With this knowledge and Ransom’s consent, Baker set Ransom up with new accounts with his money transferred without difficulty.

Now, Ransom could focus on fixing his previous spending and saving habits without fear of interference from his mother or anyone else in his family. He could finally have the independence he needed from them.

He would also soon discover just how far Jake would go, too, after Linda cut Angel’s cheek (and messed with Ransom himself). Not only did Jensen find the backdoor from Ransom’s previously linked accounts to his mother’s accounts, but Jake siphoned the stolen funds and replaced them in Ransom’s new accounts. By the end of this, Ransom had a tidy sum in savings again and could even upgrade a couple of things he’d been previously saving towards.

Not only had Angel made good on her promise the following morning by meeting her accountant, but she also took it several steps further. As grateful as he was for all her help, he couldn’t help also feeling like a project to her.

A quick inspection of his kitchen, she set him up with Levinson who had transformed his backyard into a massive garden. Fresh fruits and vegetables of all kinds soon filled his fridge or covered his counters. She also set up delivery for most of the staples he needed in his kitchen.

When he mentioned only having some basic cooking skills, she not only enlisted Levinson but also Jensen and Rogers. To his surprise and even his dismay, Barnes accompanied Rogers a few times as well. Each had their own specialties to help round out his cooking education. That wasn’t to say she didn’t teach him some of her favorite recipes to further round it out.

He no longer had an excuse not to cook at home instead of eating out almost every meal or settling for those overpriced frozen meals that never quite satisfied him.

During this time, Angel and the others made sure to avoid talking about the main subject constantly on repeat in Ransom’s mind. It helped that he didn’t want to talk about it even as it haunted him.

That being Alpha and Nick.

Alpha had called him the day after the gala and left a voicemail. She’d wanted to check on him and see how he was doing, how Angel was doing. There was a promise in her voice that Linda was the one to blame for the events that transpired.

While he knew that, it was nice to have others acknowledge that fact.

For so long, his family would find ways to turn it back on him and make him believe he’d been the guilty party. After all, they liked having him as the black sheep, the scapegoat for all their troubles and woes. At least when they bothered to acknowledge him at all.

At the end of Alpha’s voicemail, she did ask for a chance to explain herself, to apologize for holding back where Nick was concerned.

A part of him wanted to reach out and let her do just that. A bigger part of him wanted to never hear from her again. He didn’t see the point in letting this go any longer, only to find himself disappointed or worse, heartbroken.

Fate, on the other hand, had other things to say on this matter.

While working in one of the best men’s clothing shops, his boss came to him one day. They had a new customer there to pick out a new suit and possibly some other pieces of attire. His boss asked him to handle the new customer while they continued to work with one of their pickier regulars.

Grabbing up his tape measure and a notepad, Ransom strode towards the fitting area his boss indicated. He tapped on the doorway, then drew back the curtain to let himself in.

“How can I…” His words faded as he glanced up and came face-to-face with Nick.

Nick’s hands immediately came up in a nonthreatening gesture. “I swear I’m not stalking you. I didn’t know you worked here, and I will leave if you’d like me to.”

Oh, Ransom wanted him to. He really wanted him to. It was on the tip of his tongue to send Nick running from the store with whatever scathing remarks he could come up with first.

But he couldn’t do it.

No matter how much Nick and Alpha might have him in knots, Ransom also knew that his boss wouldn’t be happy to lose whatever money they might gain from this sale. Let alone another valuable customer from what little Ransom knew of Alpha and Nick’s finances.

From the list his boss had given him, the sale would also bring a nice commission on top of Ransom’s normal salary.

“I am capable of being professional,” Ransom said at last.

Nick met Ransom’s gaze for a moment, then nodded.

Their session resumed in relative silence with only a few instructions given from time to time.

Anxiety and possibly a hint of yearning laced Nick’s scent though Ransom did everything he could to ignore it. He was there to do a job, not get himself mixed up further with him or Alpha.

From Nick’s measurements, Ransom gleaned information he kept telling himself he didn’t want to know. Their similar builds appealed to him in ways he didn’t want to ever admit aloud or to himself. They both had paler complexions, which meant they’d get away with wearing similar colors. Another fact that both intrigued and annoyed Ransom to no end.

With each measurement, his handwriting grew shakier as though it took all his concentration to just keep himself from giving in to his inner beta. The beast wanted nothing more than to find a place he belonged, to have others claim him and want him as he’d always wanted to be desired.

Unknown to him, his own scent had shifted to match Nick’s though his yearning level was a bit greater than his anxiety at the moment.

It wasn’t lost on Nick, either.

Nick waited until Ransom prepared to leave the area in search of some samples to try out by finally saying, “I hope I didn’t overstep that night with your mother. I was only trying to help. So was Contessa. I am sorry, and I know she is, too.”

“My family is infamous for playing games. I grew up on them. You fell right into Linda’s that night, but you weren’t the fool. I was.” Ransom let out a huff of laughter, a self-deprecating sound even to his ears. “For all my family’s expertise and my own, I never expected to fail to see the moves you and Contessa played against me. I must congratulate you both on besting me as you did.”

Ransom left before Nick could respond.

It was just as well in Ransom’s mind. He would collect his commission as long as Nick wasn’t offended enough to walk out, and then he’d never see Nick or Alpha again. It would be best for everyone involved.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

When he returned to the fitting area with some samples, Ransom couldn’t say if he was disappointed or happy to find Nick still waiting there. Maybe a bit of both.

This time, Nick didn’t give him the chance to respond, stepping off the small platform they used for measuring clients. He closed the space between them until Ransom’s back brushed against the area’s side. His hand came up, but Nick stopped short of actually touching Ransom.

“You’re not some game to Contessa and me,” he said softly yet so earnestly that Ransom wanted to believe him. “I know it seems like we were, but we’re both serious about getting to know you more. Give us a chance to prove it. One dinner is all I ask, then you’re free to never see us again. Please?”

*****

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[littlelioncub-library]

Strong Connection Detected

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

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader

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

Word count: 3,830

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

Kisses 💋

—K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Oh my gosh, I didn’t get any notifications about having asks! Damn you tumblr and I am SO sorry for however long you had to wait for me to notice!!!

1. What was the name of the first person you ever had a crush on? Why did you like them?

I think the first one I really had a crush on that wasn’t a TV character was my best friend Dennis. Nothing ever came out of it and I absolutely never really wanted it to. He was just the first “cool” guy who for whatever reason noticed me and was nice to me and interested. Up to this day I have no idea how someone like him took a liking in someone like me, but we’ve become best friends and I wouldn’t miss it for the world!

2. What is one thing you regret having done or not done in your life?

Oh gosh, so much! I once had a big fight with my mom about whatever. Things were said and it got really tough for a bit. We both can have a temper, so that didn’t help and I am one of these persons who clings on to everything I made wrong and think it to death, so that was a very tough time with lots and lots of Linkin Park screaming out of my stereo.

As for not done... I sometimes worry about chances I let pass me by or roads untraveled. I try to live my life and hobbies to the fullest, if I can afford it financially because of that. One of the things I regret that comes to mind is not going to that one Linking Park Concert, because tickets were really expensive for my taste. If I’d known it would be my last chance, I would have paid double...

3. Which parent do you identify with the most?

Oh, tough one. I think I’m well balanced when it comes to things I have in common with my parents. I think I share more interests with my dad, but I’m not sure.

4. What do you think you cook or bake the best?

I like to think I’m a pretty decent cook/baker - at least no one has ever complained and is happily coming back all the time. I like to cook a good curry and bake whatever catches my fancy. I’m galaxies away from your skill though, my friend!!!

5. If you could change your first name what would it be?

I’m actually pretty happy with my name. And I have always been bad at deciding for a name, that’s why all my pets were named after TV or movie characters (well, most of them anyway)

6. Can you hula hoop?

For a short time...

7. What embarrasses you the most in front of other people?

Being me... I always worry about getting across wrong, being misunderstood or made fun of. Present me an embarrassing situation to tap into and I probably will. That’s why I may seem uptight sometimes. Don’t even allow myself to dance, because I feel ridiculous doing so and just can’t switch off my head enough not to care.

38. Which famous person would you like to be BFFs with?

I never thought about that! I know stars are just normal people as well, but most celebreties I admire or at least like, I have liked for a while. I mean, take all my Star Trek heroes... even the newer shows are around 20 years old (not talking about Discovery, I love that show, btw!), so I basically grew up with them, which made meeting a few of my childhood heroes a rather otherworldly experience for me. I don’t feel like I know any famous person good enough to decide to be BFFs with, naturally. I mean, David Tennant seems like the nicest guy around, as does Hugh Jackman and Nana Visitor, Nicole DeBoer and Terry Farrell were absolute sweethearts when my nervous self met them last year. I’ll give you my impression about Tom Ellis in April after actually meeting him on a convention, lol. But yeah, I’m happy with my “normal” circle of friends, thank you very much. Who needs to be BFFs to a famous person, when they can have someone like you in their lives?!

[licensedlesbian]

regan do all the emoji asks (or just the ones u wanna do)

hi aj! thank u ily 💖

🍄 - favorite nickname/petname?- tbh no one has ever really given me a petname but i think being called sweetie or sweetheart would be really comforting and lovely !!

🌺 - your comfort film/show?- Take My Wife always brings a smile to my face when I’m down bc Rhea and Cam give me hope that I will be happy in the future 

💖 - favorite place to be?- in nature, it just really brings me peace to just exist in outdoor places that feel calm and secluded. i’m a huge people person but sometimes its nice to feel that i can be somewhere in nature that feels sacred and it feels like my own

💕 - 1 thing you love about yourself (you can do it !!)- i really love my charismatic nature, i have an ability to make people laugh and be really very charming (;

💌 - something you admire in other people?- the most admirable quality another person can gave in my opinion is empathy and compassion for other people. whether its simply being patient and kind with someone who can be irritating or its giving someone a shoulder to cry on when they need it

💋 - dream getaway location & what you’d do there?- it changes but right now i would really kill to be at a beach, soaking up the sun and just feeling warm because wisco in april STILL has snow and i would love to be under the sun and also at a spa lmao

🌹 - your ideal fashion aesthetic?- lesbianism! !! (:

💄 - comforting smell?- i love the smell of the essential oil bergamot so much but no one really makes it for individual sale because its not as popular and its v upsetting :/

💗 - first tv/fictional crush?- coraline. i deadass had a thing for coraline when i was like 8 lmao

🍓 - five items that make up the core of your aesthetic?- my fedora, my browline glasses, layered button ups, ankle boots, skinny jeans

💞 - song that plucks your heartstrings?- rejoice by julien baker is honestly one of the only songs that has ever brought me to tears but her song hurt less also really gets me too

💘 - someone you look up to & why?- cameron esposito!!! she’s done so much for the lgbtq community through visibility and charity events and also i met her and she is so incredibly kind. i hope to be able to accomplish even just a fraction of the things she’s been able to do for our community. also, to further expand on her kindness...she was so sweet when i met her and the fact that she told me she was proud of me for being who i was and that she took time to read my letter and tweet at me after also speaks to the type of caring and compassionate person she is. she could tell i really admired her so she went the extra mile to let me know that it was heard and she honestly made my year doing that

🔥 - something you are passionate about?- i’m passionate about my core values... i’m someone who’s willing to stand up for what i believe no matter whether its telling off some asshole at Denny’s for being rude to a waitress who couldn’t defend herself or going to protests for policies i think need change.

💓 - describe your ideal calm afternoon- probably letting the light into my room and chilling in bed and watching netflix or reading

[the-record-obituaries]

Sept. 11, 2019: Obituaries

Sadie Childress, 76

Mrs. Sadie Wilmoth Childress, age 76 of Hays passed away Monday, September 9, 2019 at her home.

           Private services to be held at a later date.  The family will receive friends Wednesday, September 11, 2019 from 6:00 until 8:00 PM at Reins-Sturdivant Funeral Home.

           Mrs. Childress was born December 1, 1942 in Surry County to Cameron Grattice and Lula Ocie Hayes Wilmoth.  She was a CNA at Wilkes Senior Village for over 20 years. She was a loving grandmother and she attended Fairplains Baptist Church.

           In addition to her parents she was preceded in death by her husband; Billy Joe Childress, a grandson; Tony Barker, a great granddaughter; Kennedy Michelle McDaniel, a brother; Billy Gray Wilmoth and a son-in-law; Roy Brown.

           She is survived by a daughter; Teresa Brown of Hays, three sons; Mitchell Childress and wife Rolina of Hays, Timmy Childress and wife Sherry of Traphill and Joseph Childress and wife Jeanine of North Wilkesboro, fourteen grandchildren and seventeen great grandchildren.  

           Flowers will be accepted.  

  Dennie Harrold, 60

Mr. Dennie Lee Harrold age 60 of North Wilkesboro, passed away Thursday, September 5, 2019 at his home following an extended illness.

           Funeral services were September 8,   at Arbor Grove Baptist Church with Rev. Kyle Chapman and Mr. Richard Shumate officiating.   Burial was in the church cemetery.  

           Mr. Harrold was born August 29, 1959 in Wilkes County to Jarvis Bradshaw and Verlee Spears Harrold. He was previously employed as an Engineer with Carolina Heritage. Dennie was a faithful member at Arbor Grove Baptist Church where he served in the music ministry and was an inactive member of the Deacon Board. He was previously a firefighter with the Knotville Fire Department for six years.

           He was preceded in death by his parents.

           Mr. Harrold is survived by a son; Jeremiah Lee Harrold and wife Carsa of Hays, six grandchildren; Marilyn, Julia and Mitchell Lindon, Mason Stanford and Cora and Brian Harrold, two sisters; Brenda Ratliff of North Wilkesboro and Joyce Weigand and husband Greg of Orange Park, FL, two brothers; Bennie Harrold and wife Debbie of Hays and Junior Harrold and wife Sheree of North Wilkesboro.

           Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Arbor Grove Baptist Church 1670 Arbor Grove Baptist Church Road, Roaring River, NC 28669

  Joe Cook  86

Mr. Joe Jones Cook age 86 of North Wilkesboro, went to be with his Lord and Savior on Tuesday, September 3, 2019 at Forsyth Medical Center in Winston-Salem following a long battle with many illnesses.

           Funeral services were September 7,  at Lewis Fork Baptist Church with Reverend Dwayne Andrews and Reverend Sherrill Wellborn officiating.  Burial   followed in the church cemetery.  

           Mr. Cook was born December 12, 1932 in Watauga County to John Paul and Pearl Jones Cooke, spending his childhood in the Maple Springs Community of Wilkes County. He served in the US Air Force in Korea during the Korean Conflict, earning six medals. He retired from Wilkes County having worked as manager of the Wilkes County Landfill. Joe was a member of Lewis Fork Baptist Church and had a special love for the Tuesday morning prayer meetings as well as enjoyed teaching Sunday School for many years.

           In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by his sister Carolyn June Cooke Foster, as well as many close friends.

           Joe is survived by his loving high school sweetheart and wife, Dorathy of the home; sons Barry (Vickie) Cook of Hamptonville, Chuck (Tonya) Cook of Wilkesboro, and daughter Lisa (Joe) Neave of Millers Creek. He was proudly Papa Joe to grandchildren Malcolm (Brooke) Neave, Ben (Caitlin) Cook, Jacob (Krista) Cook, Julia Cook and Olivia Cook, plus great-grandson John Andrew Cook.

           He is also survived by his sister Francis (John) Caudill of Millers Creek and brother Bob (Joyce) Cooke of Goldsboro, his brother in-laws Kerley (Peggy) Baker and James Harold (Louise) Pierce, and many nieces and nephews and their families.

           Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Lewis Fork Baptist Church Cemetery Fund 395 Lewis Fork Baptist Church Road, Purlear, NC 28665.

   Vergie McNeil, 48

Mrs. Vergie Elise McNeil, 48, of North Wilkesboro, passed away on Friday, August 30, 2019 at her home.

           Vergie was born on Wednesday, September

30, 1970 in Ashe County to Gary Wayne Davis and Margaret Sue Combs.

           Vergie is preceded in death by her father.

           Vergie is survived by mother, Margaret Medley of Boomer; sisters, Tammy Bobbitt (Keith) of Purlear, Dana Davis of Wilkesboro; brother, Wayne Davis of North Wilkesboro; daughter, Lisa McNeil of Virginia; son, Robert McNeil of Virginia; nieces, Debbie Bobbitt , Ashley Bobbitt both of Purlear, Amanda Bobbitt of Boomer, Bella Davis of North Wilkesboro; nephews, Tyler Osborne of Wilkesboro, Chris Farrington of Virginia and many cousins.  

           A memorial service will be held at 2:00 p.m. on Thursday, September 12, 2019 at Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes Chapel in Moravian Falls.

           Pastor Mark Hall will be officiating.

           In lieu of flowers memorial donations may be given to Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes P.O. Box 396 Moravian Falls, NC 28654 to help with final expenses.

           Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes has the honor of serving the McNeil Family.

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rules || answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you’d like to get to know better! tagged by @dayoldblacktreacle
 name || Jada nicknames || Jadabug, Jadezy, Jada Pinkett-Smith, J Dizzle, Dishsoap Jennifer (don’t ask) age || 20 zodiac sign || Everything everyone hates… Gemini sun, Capricorn moon, Scorpio rising height || 5′6" orientation || ur friendly neighborhood bisexual nationality || American, white as all hell favorite fruit || strawberries favorite season || Summer favorite book || Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, American Gods, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistlestop Cafe
favorite flower || white roses, blue irises, wild daisies favorite scent || ocean air, saddle soap, clean sheets, brownies baking, lilacs, my best friend’s sweatshirts, expensive cologne favorite color || turquoise, although I’m going through a purple phase currently favorite animal || um horses… never grew out of that coffee, tea, or hot cocoa || mochas… guess you could say I… SWING BOTH WAYS 😎👉🏻👉🏻 average sleep hours || sleep??????????¿????? what’s that cat or dog person || cats but also both favorite fictional character || Allison Argent, Jane Eyre, Merida, Frank Hopkins, Meg from Hercules, Jordan Baker, Donna Meagle, Robin Sherbatsky until they sold out her character in the last episode, Louise Belcher, Penelope Garcia, Bo Dennis number of blankets you sleep with || a comforter, my quilt, and the planet blanket across the foot of my bed (it’s too warm but I have to display it somehow) dream trip || Back to Peru! But no hard and fast plans just a lot of stargazing probably blog created || 2010???? I think? Oh god I’ve been here too long number of followers || 4,497 Tagging @kadharangir @caffeinatedredhead @glisteninggossamer @entropy-everywhere @billtrombone @nothingcametomind @nightsinwhitesatins @paranormal-sweetheart @mayor-of-roanoke @tonypagan @wwwdotugh @baerials @sweet-faerie16 as well as the rest of my Unity babes and anyone else who sees this I guess

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Late night scenario: Dennis and wifey sitting on the beach shore late at night 🧜🏽‍♀️❤️🤍🌊🌊

Hi Nonnie!!!

I love this scenario and I have some ideas!! So very many ideas...

Dennis arranges a sitter for DJ so you two can get away for the weekend

DJ is still small enough to not be too fussy when you leave

But you still manage to miss him as soon as you get in the car to leave

"Just for the weekend, sweetheart. We'll come back early if you're not having fun"

He knows damn well that what he has planned will keep you entertained

He rents a beach house that sits close to the water but far enough away to have a little privacy from others

The first night you are there, he busies himself with going back and forth between the beach and the house

You know your husband too well to think he doesn't have something up his sleeve

After the sun goes down a bit, Dennis tells you that he has a surprise waiting for you on the beach

Once you get out there, you see a bonfire going and a blanket with a picnic basket set out for the two of you

If you weren't already married, you'd be thinking he was gonna propose to you

The salty sea air rolls in with the tide but the heat of the bonfire keeps you from catching a chill

Dennis watches you as you tuck into the food he prepared

Grapes, figs, apple slices, chocolate, different cheeses, soppressata, prosciutto, and a variety of crackers

He enjoys the sounds of satisfaction you make, smiling at you when you do your "happy food dance"

You take turns putting different meats and cheeses together on crackers and feeding them to each other

If anyone could see you basking in the glow of your love, they would either be swooning or wishing you two would just get a room

But neither of you could keep your love a secret, you'd shout it from the rooftops if you could

After you've had your fill on everything, Dennis takes you for a walk along the water's edge to burn off some calories and get your feet in the cool water

Holding hands as you look out over the ocean, you think about how you and Dennis haven't had a moment to yourselves in the past few months since DJ was born

And you don't want to waste it

When you make it back to the bonfire, it's properly dark, and the stars are so bright that you can see them for miles along the coast

You sit back down and cuddle up next to Dennis and he puts his arm around you, holding you close

The glow of the fire casts a reddish-orange glow on your faces as you talk and Dennis stops in the middle of his sentence and just stares at you with a goofy grin on his face

"Den, you're staring again"

"I can't help it, sweetheart. Sometimes your beauty stops my brain from working"

You wanted to come up with something snarky or sarcastic to say but instead, you swoon and lean in for a kiss

Once his lips capture yours, it's on like Donkey Kong

As the kiss deepens, you let out a whimper and he only pulls you closer as his hands wander along your body

Dennis breaks the kiss, much to your chagrin, and you both struggle to catch your breath

"What do you say we put out this fire and continue this inside?"

"I say that sounds amazing, Mr. Baker"

"I agree, Mrs. Baker. You go inside, I'll be right in"

He sends you off with a quick smack on your bottom and you giggle while you run back to the house

You freshen up and put on a slinky, short nightgown and settle yourself in bed, waiting for your husband

Once he walks into the bedroom and sees you, he all but jumps onto the sheets to join you

You welcome him with open arms as he slots himself next to you

Your legs entangle and he turns your bodies so you straddle him

Reveling in the fact that his glasses are getting a little foggy, you roll your hips against the hardening bulge in his pants

Dennis' eyes darken and you see his demeanor change, knowing that he is about to rock your world but before he does, he makes you swoon yet again

"I love you so much, sweetheart. Thank you for loving me back"

If you weren't so horny, you'd have started crying at his expression of love

But, again, horny is winning this battle of emotions

You spend the rest of the night in each other's arms, whispering sweet nothings with your lips while your bodies move together in harmony

OMG, I can't believe I still have so many thots but I will save them for later. 😉

[ellethespaceunicorn]

because i’m such a lovey mood 🥰 dennis having brunch with baby baker and wifey 🤭🥹

OMG Nonnie! Dennis having brunch with his little family gives me all the warm and fuzzy feelings. And, of course, I need to make it an entire scenario because all my Dennis feelings are monumental in stature lol

I may have added more plot into this headcanon 🤣

You and Dennis welcome baby Baker on a sunny afternoon in May

Little Dennis Jr (DJ) is a handful as soon as he is born

8lb 10oz, 22in

big, beautiful blue eyes just like his Daddy

Dennis never knew he could love someone more than you until he laid eyes on that tiny little baby

He wasn't ashamed to cry when DJ held onto his finger for the first time

From midnight feedings to bathing to diaper changes to checkups, Dennis is there for everything

He even takes a little extra time off work so that you can focus on getting back to your work routine

You come home most nights and find your boys asleep on the couch together or DJ in his crib and Dennis in the rocking chair watching him sleep

Saturday mornings are your favorite because Dennis cooks brunch for you and DJ

Well, DJ is still on breastmilk but it's the thought that counts

Dennis always makes your favorite: pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream

Dennis usually makes breakfast potatoes; bacon or sausage (sometimes both), and fried eggs

Dennis lets you sleep in and takes care of DJ before cooking and then coming to wake you up with fresh coffee

When you walk into the kitchen, the counter is covered in a nice display of food that wakes you right up

He checks on DJ in his rocker seat, letting you sit down with your coffee before he makes you a plate

He makes sure you have everything you need then makes himself a plate

You can't help but smile at how great it is to have the man you love dote on you the way he does and a sweet little boy who looks more and more like Dennis every single day

After you finish brunch, you go to clear the dishes and Dennis stops you (of course he does)

Dennis cleans the kitchen and puts away the leftovers while you tend to DJ

After DJ is put down for a nap, you two settle back in bed to enjoy the silence for a bit

Before you know it, you both are asleep in each other's arms, content to sleep off the carb overload and bask in the quiet of your house

That is, until DJ wakes and demands attention

But you know by now that Dennis will tell you to stay asleep while he goes to take care of the baby

While Dennis feeds, burps, changes the baby's diaper, and lays him back down, you lay in bed thinking of how lucky you are

You also are already planning to thank Dennis for breakfast (and all the other things your amazing husband does)

Dennis comes back in the bedroom and you are naked

You sit up and beckon him to you

He crawls across the bed to you, that genuinely happy smile on his face

As safe as you are to not have another baby so soon,

It doesn't stop Dennis from hinting at it as he whispers in your ear

"Could you imagine if we gave DJ a little sister?"

"Den, I just popped that boy out and you are already trying to knock me up again?"

All he does is smirk and you roll your eyes

"Ok, not now. But before he goes to preschool, maybe?"

"I'm not making any promises, but I will think about it, ok?"

"Just think about it, sweetheart. That's all I ask."

You push his shoulder so he lays down, and you straddle him

His hands go instinctively to your hips and he looks up at you

This man would do anything for you, but right now, all you can think of is making him feel so wanted, so loved, so important

"If that was the kind of thanks I get from making us brunch, what can I get for making lunch and dinner, too?"

"Shut up, Dennis."

Nonnie, I went off the rails here. I couldn't help myself. I love him so much.

[deandoesthingstome]

I don't even know who this guy is but I don't care. Sub your fave, though I gather there's something of the actual character in the plot.

And there is a plot. It's not just a vehicle for some of the panty-soaking-est smut I've read in a while.

Elle, I think you outdid yourself here.

There is so much sharp bite here, tangy like a lemon bar. But you sprinkle the powdered sugar of sweetness on top so well!

I love the way you packed a whole year of yearning into a few short paragraphs so that by the time I'm telling him to shut up I really understand why. It's been a fucking year! And I need it. Need him. Eating my pussy like there's no tomorrow, like it's the only thing he ever wanted to do with his life.

But then the way he fucks. My god.

Look. I wish I wasn't on mobile. There are a lot of excellent...you know what. Scratch that. Lemme put this shit in drafts so I can revisit with this reblog in mind and grab some of the choiciest (yes. I spelled it wrong on purpose). Hold please...

(Insert elevator music...)

Okay, here we go:

From this nosy Nellie, Mrs. Johnson, Eyes-of-the-Neighborhood:

“So, I see you met Mr. Baker. Easy with that one, honey.”

You watched the evolution of his life from a man divorcing his wife to a man who looked forward to the future.

AND

“Mhm, okay. Just try your best to wait for the ink to dry on that divorce decree, alright?”

And this gorgeous phrase about rekindling life after loss:

This man liked your thirst trap from three weeks ago, at 10:36 pm on a Thursday. It could be a fluke, but it could be that this man stalks your page as well. You don’t have the chance to ponder it in-depth because you are startled by another ‘ding’.

Which led so nicely into the plot:

“Shut up and show me your work,” you insist, dropping your hand from his arm so you don’t accidentally ruffle his hair. He’s so cute when he’s pathetic and down on himself, but you would never tell him that. 

I know this was technically the first (and I think only) "shut up" uttered and we aren't even quite to the point but my god the absolute dom that I am here:

“Dennis?” You cut him off, covering his mouth with your forefinger in a ‘shhh’ gesture. “With all due respect, I don’t care what Nathan does. I’m complimenting you, and you will accept it. When I move my finger from your lips, you will say, ‘Thank you’ and we will move on, ok?”

Yeah, this was the "shut up" I really had in mind when I was marveling at how we got here so seamlessly. It's poetry, really, along with the kiss when he has a hard time complying:

His hands go to your waist, guiding you as you grind into him. “Is this ok, sweetheart?” 

I have absolutely no idea how you managed to work some extremely consensual content into this conversation, especially given that the one asking isn't the one initiating. But here we are and clearly this is why we've waited a year for this one:

Really amazing, Elle! All of it!

I don't feel a burning need to quote the actual smut. It speaks for itself, starting right off with that feast he makes for himself. I've never wanted to be someone's after-dinner snack so badly!

Sweet Redemption

Title: Sweet Redemption

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader

Word Count: 5.5K

Summary: You move into the neighborhood and meet Dennis Baker, a man in the middle of a divorce. Trying to keep yourself honest, you keep him at a distance. But you're drawn together after a mishap online. Will it end sweetly or on a sour note?

Warnings: ending of a marriage due to infidelity, nosy neighbors, slight social media stalking, alcohol consumption, premature ejaculation, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, hyperspermia, mention of bodily fluids

Beta: @peyton-warren

A/N: This all started as a dream, and no it wasn’t like a Stephanie Meyer situation. More like, I dreamt of Dennis cumming in his pants from getting too excited and then 5,000+ words fell out of my fingers. So, enjoy!!

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It’s been the talk of the neighborhood. Mrs. Baker was moving out of the house she shared with Mr. Baker, and it was quite a messy ordeal. It was the stuff of trashy romance novels, but here it was in real life. The worst part was trying to sympathize with Mr. Baker losing his marriage. Of course, this was a sad thing, and you understood that he was distraught. But, ever since last summer at the neighborhood block party, you had been falling for Mr. ‘Please, call me Dennis’ Baker. 

You had just moved in and were excited to get out and meet your new neighbors. You met most of the cul-de-sac the day you moved in. But the Bakers seemed to keep to themselves, for the most part. 

At the block party, you made baked goods for everyone to enjoy. The first person to come and try your lemon bars was Mr. Baker. He stormed out of his house a few moments prior, and you tried to keep your eyes to yourself, but you couldn’t help but watch as he charged to a cooler holding beer and pulled out a fresh bottle. 

Using his shirt to cover the cap before he twisted it, you got a sneak peek of his washboard abs and happy trail. Tossing the bottle cap back into the cooler, he took a long pull of the hoppy liquid, swiping the bottle across his forehead to cool himself down. He took off his glasses to wipe off the sweat on his brow and put them back on, surveying the cul-de-sac.

As soon as he saw you, he seemed to be transfixed. He walked over to your lawn, where you had set up a little table with your lemon bars and some fresh, ice-cold lemonade. He reached over the table, offering his large hand for a handshake, and you loved having your hand in his, even if only for a moment. His grip was firm, and his smile was wide.

“You just moved in, yeah? I’m Dennis Baker. Welcome to the neighborhood,” he bantered, his gemstone-blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

“Thank you, Mr. Baker,” you mumbled, adding your name at the end.

“Nice to meet you. And please, call me Dennis,” he encouraged, looking down at the treats between you. “Lemon bars are my favorite.”

You lift the tray so he can take one. “Try one before Mrs. Johnson brings her grandkids over and there are none left,” you insisted, nodding to where the older woman was wrangling the kids.

He laughed, the sound tickling your eardrums. “I think you’re right, they look ravenous,” he joked, picking up one of the bars between his fingers and biting into the sweet yet tart delight. 

His eyes closed, a sinful moan escaping his lips as he finished. He sucked on his thumb and forefinger to get every last morsel of the delicacy, but a crumb stayed behind on his plump, pink lips.

You grabbed a napkin, and before you knew what you were doing, you dabbed at his lip to wipe away the offensive piece of shortbread crust. You froze, your hand gripping the napkin so close to his succulent mouth, ready to apologize for treating him like a messy child. But he saves you from your embarrassment.

“I swear, I am such a mess. My wife will tell you the same damn thing, I'm sure," he lamented, a nervous chuckle on his lips as he took the napkin from your hand and wiped his mouth.

“Dennis!” His wife stands outside their front door with her hands on her hips. Her ash blonde waves reflected the sunlight, but the fire in her eyes made you want to be swallowed up into the earth. 

“Speak of the devil, and she shall appear,” he mumbles lowly, just loud enough for you to catch what he said. “Um, thanks for the, uh, lemon bar. I’ll see you around, I guess.” He smiles at you, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and you immediately feel the urge to wrap your arms around him and tell him that everything will be ok.

Instead, you smile back politely and give a little wave. You watch him until he turns around to walk back to his house, busying yourself with pouring a cup of lemonade. You gulped the drink in one go, trying to soothe your suddenly dry mouth, when Mrs. Johnson walked over.

“Alright, kids. Take one lemon bar and go sit down in the shade, ok?” One by one, the three youngsters take a napkin and a lemon bar, and you pour each a glass of lemonade. Once they have their snacks, they walk back to sit under the shade of a tree. You almost forgot Mrs. Johnson was still there until she cleared her throat. “So, I see you met Mr. Baker. Easy with that one, honey.”

“I’m sorry?” you asked, knowing damn well what she meant.

“He’s married, child. Unhappily, but still very much married,” she began, shaking her head as she watched Dennis’ retreating form enter his front door. When she turned back around, she looked you right in the eyes and started to whisper. “Now, you didn’t hear this from me. But word on the street is they’re in the middle of a divorce because of infidelity. That hussy went and got mixed up with the pool boy, and poor Dennis was the last to know, of course. And I don’t mean to lecture you on who you should be drooling over, but I can’t help wanting to make sure you know what you are getting into, baby.”

“I’m not—I wasn’t drooling. We barely even spoke,” you stuttered, shaking your head.

“Mhm, okay. Just try your best to wait for the ink to dry on that divorce decree, alright?” She patted your hand that lay on the table, then walked back to her grandchildren.

‘Well, that was fun,’ you thought to yourself. You poured yourself another lemonade, took a sip, and peeked over the top of the cup to see the blinds closing quickly in the front window of the Baker house. Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you packed up your small table to take everything back inside. 

Over the last year, you heeded Mrs. Johnson’s warning and managed to keep Dennis at arm’s length. You greeted each other when you happened to check the mailbox at the same time, exchanged recipes when you bumped into one another at the grocery store, and even commented on the other’s social media posts. 

Speaking of social media, you noticed when Dennis cropped his wife out of a few photos. You hated to admit it, but you stalked his page more than once. It became a habit of yours to scroll through his posts now and then. He usually reposted articles about creative writing workshops and local beer tastings. You watched the evolution of his life from a man divorcing his wife to a man who looked forward to the future.

One night, while enjoying a glass of wine, you open your laptop and begin scrolling through your feed. You find yourself clicking on an article about online dating and pushing past the fear of putting yourself out there. As you reach the end of the piece, you click the thumbs-up button and are shown other names of friends who also liked it. And that’s when you see it.

‘Dennis Baker also liked this.’ 

So, it looked like Dennis was ready to move on. You chew your lip, thinking a million things all at once. You click out of the article and resume scrolling for the night. 

After about a half hour, you get up to refresh your chardonnay. As you pour a healthy glass, you hear a ‘ding’ come from your laptop. Returning to the couch, you set down your glass and pick up the computer. 

You search the screen for what could have made that sound, and you spot a notification in the corner. Clicking it reveals a pop-up that says, ‘Dennis Baker liked your photo.’. Clicking it again, you are shown the photo in question. It’s a selfie you took about three weeks ago when you and a few friends went to the beach. You smile at the camera lens and show off your skimpy two-piece bathing suit as you lay on a lounger.

This man liked your thirst trap from three weeks ago, at 10:36 pm on a Thursday. It could be a fluke, but it could be that this man stalks your page as well. You don’t have the chance to ponder it in-depth because you are startled by another ‘ding’.

This time, there is an alert from the Messenger app. 

‘You have a new message from Dennis Baker.’

You waste no time clicking the notification and are brought to the web-based messenger. 

Hey, what are the chances that my liking your photo just now isn’t creepy??

Not creepy at all 😉

Just unexpected

Then again, it is a thirst trap, guess it worked lol

Oh, it definitely worked 😁

And by that, I mean you take great selfies

You looked beautiful, I mean

I am shit at this, I’m sorry

You wish you could reach through the computer screen and cradle his face in your hands and tell him that everything is fine. But instead, you gush over him calling you beautiful, and try to lighten the mood.

No apologies necessary

And thank you for the compliment 😉

What are you up to tonight?

Besides flattering me ☺️

I was just taking a break from writing

Have a deadline coming up and my mind is a mess

Saw you were online, so I figured ‘why not’

Still getting used to a quiet house

I’m sorry

You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart

That responsibility belongs to my ex-wife

But enough about her, what are you doing up so late?

Just enjoying some wine 😉

And I also don’t like the quiet all the time

Sometimes you just want a body next to you

The chardonnay gave you some liquid courage, allowing you to say what you think.

I doubt that was an invitation

But

If you wanted, I wouldn’t mind the company

You could relax and have some wine

And I could get some writing done

Totally up to you

I would love the company as well

I’m sure Mrs. Johnson and the other old bitties would talk about us though

Let them talk, doesn’t bother me one bit

Mrs. Johnson doesn’t scare me

And either way, it’s our business

Not hers

Not that we have business

I’m shutting up now

‘A man this wonderful should never have to feel like he isn’t allowed to express himself,’ you thought to yourself. Plus, you know you wouldn’t exactly mind it if you and he did have some ‘business’.

I know what you mean

You don’t have to shut up lol

But I think I might go to bed in a bit

Yeah it is getting late

Do you want to exchange numbers?

No pressure, of course

Just figured it would be easier than this

Yeah that sounds great

You exchange numbers and smile at your phone before saving his contact and returning to your online chat.

Well, good luck writing

And don’t stay up too late 😉

I’ll try my best

Good night, sweetheart 😁

Good night, Dennis

You close your laptop and gulp down the rest of your wine. Well, so much for keeping him at arm’s length.

Throughout the next week, you and Dennis send texts back and forth from morning to midnight. You find out you have similar interests in movies and humor, but you differ in music and food tastes. Both of you love horror films and John Mulaney stand-up. You enjoy any music you could dance to and trying interesting new foods, while he likes easy listening and “nothing too spicy”.

Good morning and good night texts sandwich your other messages that range from fascinating to mundane. If you were honest with yourself, there were moments where you wish the texts would get a bit spicier. You didn’t want to force him into a conversation he wasn’t ready to have. Also, you didn’t want to assume he would ever want to have a conversation like that.

You invited Dennis over on Friday night; neither of you had plans, and you were feeling a bit on the lonely side since your friends all had significant others to hang out with. You get home from work, take a shower, and change into some comfy loungewear. 

Just as you are finishing your dinner dishes, you get a text from Dennis asking if he can head over. After sending a quick text to the affirmative, you set your phone on the counter. You’re drying your wine glass from dinner when your doorbell rings. You hang up your dish towel and go to answer the door.

You check your appearance in the mirror in the foyer and are pleased with yourself. Opening the door, you are greeted by a smiling Dennis who holds his laptop case in one hand and a bottle of your favorite red blend in the other. More wine!You step aside to let him into your house and note that he looks relaxed for once.

“I picked this up for you. I remember you saying that you liked it,” he says, giving you the bottle once he is in your living room. The self-satisfied smile on his face does nothing to quell the fire between your legs.

“Thank you, Dennis,” you beam, taking the bottle in one hand while the other squeezes his bicep. You’re surprised when he flexes under your grip, biting your lip and rushing to the kitchen to open the bottle.

“No problem, sweetheart. Mind if I get set up here on the couch?” He inquires, already sitting down and taking out his laptop.

“Yeah, that’s perfect. There’s an outlet for your charger on the wall next to the—”

“I got it!” He interjects, cutting you off and plugging in his charger. He sits again and starts to boot up his laptop, looking over at you and noticing you are having trouble opening the wine. 

He walks over to you, taking the bottle and corkscrew from your hands after wordlessly offering help. Effortlessly, he pops the cork on the bottle and pours you a healthy glass. You accept the wine, take a sip, and thank him for his help.

“Next time, just say that you need help. I’m not gonna think any less of you, sweetheart,” he reassures, smiling and rubbing a hand down your arm. 

You stand there looking up at him, wishing you weren’t intimidated by this normally unassuming man. Clearing your throat, you find your voice. 

“Come on, you told me you were gonna read me some of what you’re writing,” you probe, nodding to the couch.

“That’s right, I did say that,” he snorts, running a hand through his hair and walking back to the living room. “But, remember, I’m no Shakespeare. So, don’t expect this to be—”

“Dennis?” You cut him off, your hand going to his solid shoulder.

“Yeah?” His soft, aquamarine orbs move to you.

“Shut up and show me your work,” you insist, dropping your hand from his arm so you don’t accidentally ruffle his hair. He’s so cute when he’s pathetic and down on himself, but you would never tell him that. 

That nervous laugh of his is your absolute favorite; it never disappoints. 

“Alright, um, this one I’m working on is about the new brewery that opened up on Main Street a few months ago. It’s owned by this guy who used to own another brewery with friends, but one day he just decided to open this place. Anyway, uh, I’ll start here,” he begins, adjusting his glasses on his face.

Dennis launches into a tale about a brewmaster who decides to follow his dream of being the sole owner of a brewery, leaving behind his skeptical friends and doubtful family. Against all odds, he was able to find a building that was available for purchase in his budget. Along with help from a friend who was an interior designer, he created an inviting space where people could not only come to have a drink but also learn about the brewing process.

The way he wrote about the owner’s friends and family not believing in him sounded like he knew what it was like to be doubted, to be second-guessed. You sip from your glass while Dennis reads aloud, and you study him. 

He fidgets while he speaks, fingers smoothing over the keys until he uses the trackpad to scroll down to the next paragraph. While he scrolls, his tongue pokes out of his mouth to moisten his bottom lip. Now and then, he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

He ends the story with some flowery words about overcoming odds, trusting your gut, and being your own biggest motivator. Had those words come from anyone else, you wouldn’t have believed them. But because you know what Dennis has gone through and have seen with your own eyes how he has persevered, you are drawn in by the words like a moth to a flame.

“So, come on. What is your honest opinion? I promise I won’t be offended,” he sighs, expecting the worst.

You’re unsure if you are drunk from the good wine or moved by his words. But instead of trying to figure it out, you drain your glass and set it on the coffee table. You then turn to Dennis and move his laptop to the coffee table as well; all the while he furrows his brow and waits to see what you’re up to.

You get up on your knees, move Dennis' clammy hands away from nervously rubbing his thighs, and climb onto his lap. His eyes widen, and you can tell he doesn’t know what to do as you invade his space. When you settle in straddling his legs, your hands go to his chest. You’re not surprised when firm pecs greet your palms or when a bulge twitches under your ass.

“Dennis, you are an amazing writer. I was hooked from the first sentence. I can tell how passionate you are about writing. Makes me wonder if you’re passionate like that in other areas,” you confess, licking your wine-stained lips and sliding your hands from his chest to rest on his shoulders.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows deeply before speaking. “Th—thank you, sweetheart. I mean, it’s just a puff piece I was working on. You should see what Nathan comes up with; he’s already a junior editor, and—”

“Dennis?” You cut him off, covering his mouth with your forefinger in a ‘shhh’ gesture. “With all due respect, I don’t care what Nathan does. I’m complimenting you, and you will accept it. When I move my finger from your lips, you will say, ‘Thank you’ and we will move on, ok?”

He nods quickly, his glasses sliding down his nose a bit. You remove your finger from his lips and adjust his glasses for him. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs, his hands at his sides and aching to touch you.

“Good boy,” you tease, biting your lip in a devilish grin. You notice his breathing quicken. And was that a whimper? A pink hue dusts his cheeks and the tips of his ears, and you realize he’s very much turned on. You are so mesmerized by how hot he looks that you are rendered speechless, allowing Dennis to take it the wrong way.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”

This time, you cut off his words with a kiss. As soon as your mouths touch, you feel a slight flutter in your chest. It’s just a brush of lips, a fleeting second where you throw caution to the wind. But you’re convinced this is just the beginning.

Leaning back, you look into Dennis’ eyes. Searching for what, you don’t know. He lets out a breath, saying nothing while his hands remain at his sides. The moment stretches long enough that you begin to think that you fucked up.

You tremble, afraid that you may have crossed a line. “Fuck, I’m so sor—”

Now, it’s your turn to get cut off. His large hand raises to touch your cheek, his thumb on your lips. “Sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry for. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, since that day at the block party. I can’t believe that you want me, too.”

Instead of responding, your hand grips his wrist, and you open your mouth to take the tip of his thumb between your lips. You suck on his thumb sinfully, watching as his pupils dilate. Swirling your tongue around his digit, you close your eyes and savor the little noises he makes.

As you let his thumb slip from your lips, you adjust yourself in his lap. The hardening length in his pants brushes against your ass. He hisses, a mixture of pleasure and pain on his face. You gyrate your hips slowly, setting a rhythm of teasing him before you lean in to nip and kiss his neck. 

His hands go to your waist, guiding you as you grind into him. “Is this ok, sweetheart?” 

“Mhm,” you murmur between the kisses you leave on his neck. 

His grip on you tightens momentarily, and he lets out a breathy groan. You feel his arms wrap around you, and he pulls you close, effectively stopping you from moving your hips any longer. Your arms encircle him, your hand tangling in his dishwater-blonde hair. 

You sit there, enveloped in each other until you realize Dennis just came in his pants. Lifting yourself, you spot the wet spot on his jeans. In place of feeling grossed out by the offensive patch of cum, you are even more aroused than you were while you rode his lap. You just made this man cum in his pants; you couldn’t be prouder.

“Good going, Dennis. You just came in your pants like a horny teenager. Maybe you do have a bad penis,” he says to himself, just loud enough for you to hear.

You ignore his negative self-talk and remove yourself from his grip, standing up before him. He looks so small as he sits there, and all you want to do is cuddle him like a hurt puppy. But rather than cuddle, you determine it’s your turn to cum with his help.

“Dennis, get up and follow me,” you order, already walking away. You hear his soft footfalls behind you, doing as he’s told.

Once you get to your bedroom, you sit at the edge of the bed and move yourself to lie back on your pillows. You instruct him to take off his jeans and lay next to you. He takes off all of his clothing, leaving his boxer briefs on to cover his softening cock.

When he is on the bed, he silently asks for permission to undress you by tucking his fingers in your bottoms. You nod, lying on your back, and he gets to work. Pulling down your leggings, he peppers your legs with kisses. With your pants off, he can see the small damp patch in your underwear and lets out a whimper. 

“Dennis, do you want to eat my pussy?” you hint, widening your legs.

“Yes, please, can I?” he pleads, smoothing a hand up your thigh.

“Finish undressing me and then lay down so I can ride that pretty face of yours,” you direct, smiling up at him as he hovers above you.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he replies, carefully helping you undress fully. He lays down, his head supported by one of your pillows. You face away from him, throwing one leg over his torso, scooting up until your vagina is just above his lips. “Take everything you need. Use me, sweetheart.”

Lowering yourself, you are met with his hot, wet mouth. He licks a stripe between your folds, splitting you down the middle. Once he gets to your soaked entrance, he laps up what nectar has accumulated there, moaning all the while. Your hands go to his abdomen to hold yourself up, marveling at how sculpted he is.

His hands grip your ass, opening you up so he can dive in further. The sloppy sounds of him slurping up your juices only serve to make you whimper and call out his name. He eats you out like it’s his dream come true, and you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

His tongue swirls around your clit then flicks up and down on the sensitive bead until you’re a moaning mess. Your eyes lose focus for a second, and when you regain sight, you notice his hardening length. You watch his cock bob as you let out a particularly breathy whine.

When he changes tactics and sucks on your clit, you keen like a cat in heat. You can feel yourself reaching the point of no return quicker than you thought possible. He moans into your sex when you lean forward and palm him through his boxer briefs. Your hand can barely fit around it, and the sight alone has you pressing yourself further into Dennis’ mouth.

He begins to pump into your hand as you rub your soaked pussy up and down his face, taking what you need just like he said you could. With the way his mouth slides across your snatch, you’re getting beard burn, and you couldn’t give two shits. You fuck yourself on his tongue, your clit stimulated by his bottom lip. 

Within a handful of minutes, you’re gushing into his mouth, and he is drinking you down until you have nothing left to give. He lazily presses kisses to your outer labia as you catch your breath. When you can’t take anymore, he helps you lie down next to him.

He wraps his arms around you, soothing a hand down your arm as you come down from your high. You come back to yourself once you feel his hard dick slightly pressing into your hip. You say nothing at first until you realize he’s canting his hips and humping into you like a horny puppy.

You reach for his erection, slipping your hand into his underwear and stroking him. The tighter your grip, the louder he groans. You turn slightly to face him and help him remove his last article of clothing. His uncut cock is heavy as it hangs between you. It looks pretty, and you bet it tastes good, too. Licking your lips, you dip your head and lick the bead of precum that leaks from his shiny red tip.

The whimper that leaves his mouth is too precious. You can tell that if you use your mouth on him, he is bound to blow sooner rather than later. You take pity on him and lay on your back again, throwing your leg over his hip. 

“Need you to fuck me, Dennis. Need you so bad,” you beg, teasing his tip while it sits just under your heat.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? I don’t want you to feel pressured just because we’re naked in bed together,” he counters, courteous to a fault.

“I’m sure, Dennis. I want you. I need you,” you stress, pressing your hips into him.

“It’s okay. I’m right here, sweetheart,” he consoles, turning your head to capture your lips in a kiss. While you kiss, he pushes his tip between your folds, teasing your hole. He slips into your tight entrance, ramming forward until you take him in completely.

Letting you get used to the intrusion, he stills for a beat until you break the kiss. You nod, mutely imploring him to move. He gets the hint, pulling out until only his thick mushroom head is inside you before pushing back in. His grip around your waist tenses as he begins to fuck you in earnest.

Dragging moan after groan from you, he revels in the different noises you make. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as his dick is squeezed by your cunt with every thrust. He pecks your cheek and neck, littering your warm skin with kisses.

As he continues to cuddlefuck you, you’ve never felt safer in a lover’s arms. He periodically asks if you’re okay as if he’s afraid that any false move will have you running for the hills. You hum in approval every time, unsure if your voice can articulate how amazing he makes you feel.

“So good for me, sweetheart. You were made for me. Hmm, I can’t get enough of you. You’re perfect. Every fucking inch of you, sweetheart. Even the parts of you that I don’t know about. I needed this. Needed you, sweetheart. Do you know how beautiful you are?” He babbles as he gets lost pumping inside you.

“Oh, Dennis. Dennis, I’m gonna cum. That’s it, right there,” you ramble, feeling your walls clamp down around his shaft. Your back arches, allowing him to go impossibly deeper. You realize no one has ever made you cum like this, and you bask in the afterglow for as long as you can as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, his hips stuttering as he chases his release. “Right behind you, sweetheart. Ugh, I’m gonna cum. Where-”

“Don’t you dare fucking pull out! Wanna feel you,” you insist, your hand going to his ass to stop him from withdrawing.

“Fuck! Fuck, here it comes,” he howls, stilling his hips as his dick twitches and releases rope after rope of cum inside you. He cums so much that it starts to leak out past his thick meat. “Shit, I can’t believe I’m still cumming, sweetheart. Just keeps going. Oh, God.” You can still feel him spurting cum inside you, and you’re sure that if you weren’t on birth control, he would be impregnating you right now.

As his cock finally softens, it slips free from you along with some of his thick load. Both of you are so tired from your coupling that instead of cleaning up, you remove the comforter from the bed and climb under the sheets. Dennis is the big spoon, attaching himself to you once you press your ass into him.

You sleep soundly that night, lulled by his heartbeat against your back.

After a few months, you make it official. Dennis is yours, and you are his. Neither of you can get enough of each other, and keeping this secret has had its struggles. But together, you could get through anything. Dennis was moving up in his career as a writer, and you were proud to say you made leaps and bounds in your job.

Attending the neighborhood’s Halloween party together, you are dressed as Gomez and Morticia Adams. The way Dennis dotes on you, kissing you every chance he can get, it is the perfect costume. Plus, he looked adorable in that pin-striped suit with his hair slicked back. You were no slouch in your floor-length black long-sleeved fitted dress.

You get some looks and a few smiles as well. But when Dennis makes a bathroom run, you are approached by Mrs. Johnson. She hugs you and chuckles to herself before stepping back and patting your growing tummy. Your eyes widen, and you wonder how she could tell when Dennis didn’t even know.

“So, when can we expect the pitter-patter of little feet?” She inquires, a soft smile on her face.

“I go to the doctor on Tuesday to find out. How the hell did you know?” You challenge, crossing your arms to cover your belly.

“You thought you two were slick, sneaking back and forth to each other’s houses since the summer. Me and the girls have been watching the way you two interact. That’s the look of people in love. Plus, your tits are so big right now they look like you’re smuggling two Christmas hams in that bra,” she laughs again, rubbing your arm when you frown slightly. “Don’t worry, child. That man loves you more than he ever loved that hussy he was married to. Keep doing what you’re doing, and we’ll soon be calling you ‘Mrs. Baker’.”

Dennis appears next to you, whisking you away to the dance floor. He twirls you around and makes you laugh with his terrible dance moves and goofy faces. Nothing makes him happier than making you happy, and vice versa. You two were truly made for each other, and nothing could separate you. 

But the best part? When you are about six months pregnant, you go grocery shopping, running into Dennis's ex-wife in the bread aisle. It's priceless to see the look of shock on her face when she realizes he's the father and your new husband. Life doesn’t get much better than that. 

Dear Life,

Thanks for the lemons!

Sincerely,

The Bakers

A/N: First time writing for Dennis, and I don’t think this will be that last. Please let me know what you think!! I hope you all enjoyed this nutty little story. Sorry for the lemon puns!

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I need Dennis right now.

Maybe to hold me. Maybe to take a nap with me. Maybe for me to kiss him. Maybe for me to praise him. Maybe for me to jerk him off.

[littlelioncub43]

"Dennis has to fight off a boner at the holiday party, but his eyes were stuck on your lips anytime you spoke. He knew the other guys were staring at you, but he didn't care. You were on his arm, holding his hand, you were going home with him — you were his." His and only his💖 i wanna gift him a promise ring to make sure he always knows he's ours and we're his <3

Awwwwwwwww he would cry. Like trying not to sob type of crying. He's going to marry you. He knows it. He's looking at venues he thinks you'll like. He's making a list of possible honeymoon spots.

After you both get rings he would make it a habit to kiss your ring every single day. He needs to. Just a gentle peck while you're still asleep, a sweet kiss before he leaves for work, a quick smooch when he's getting you a snack before the movie starts.

[littlelioncub43]

for the character bingo :

Ah! Dennis! My baby angel!

Hes special, ok? Special.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Dennis Baker is the embodiment of love. You heard it here, folks! I love this man, I might even go to war for this man.

He is the sweetheart that we all deserve.

Thinking about Dennis comforting Wifey after a long stressful day 🫠🥹🫶🏼

Oh, Nonnie!! This!! Is!! Everything!!

You just know that Dennis will:

cook your favorite comfort meal

keep DJ entertained so you can unwind on the couch

let you lay your feet in his lap so he can give you the best fucking foot massage you’ve ever had

runs you a warm bubble bath and pours you a glass of wine to enjoy while you soak

he might even sit on the back of the tub and wash your hair for you, making sure to use your scalp massager to take away any tension

after you do you night routine, he comes in to apply lotion to your skin

ok that part is great for the both of you

because your skin gets moisturized, and your husband gets a perfect excuse to feel your soft skin under his hands

he then has you lay in bed, so he can fully make sure you are all relaxed

he takes you apart from the inside out

eating your pussy until you beg him to fuck you

because of course, he would slow down when you sound like you’re close

every single time he does it, you melt further into him

he eventually takes pity on you and inserts himself so slowly, you think you’ll explode

he whispers in your ear how lucky he is to have you, how beautiful you are, how good you feel wrapped around his cock

when you finally do fall over the edge, he’s there to catch you

seconds later he’s following right behind you

riding out his own orgasm and elongating yours all at the same time

he’d pull out, get a washcloth to clean you up, then cuddle with you until you both fall asleep

Have I mentioned how much I love this man? Because I fucking love him. He’s the best fucking husband.

[littlelioncub43]

hey babe ! just wonder how dennis and his babe is going !! i miss them 😩

Ah! I miss them too! They're so adorable.

Perhaps I'll write a little catch up drabble with them!