#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]

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. 😉

[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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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?!

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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.

[desirethepositive]

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

[littlelioncub43]

Imagine watching scary movie with our nerds and at first they wanted to be the one to "protect" you but you ended up cuddling with them and telling and all locks are locked lol and that they're of course safe <333

Yes! Cute! Ah! My heart!

This little bean would accidentally pick a movie that's a little too scary for you both. Normally hes really good with scary movies but some just get him.

You're cuddled on the couch like always, but you notice he's gripping you just as tight as you're gripping him.

Ralphie, baby boy, would be terrified. Clinging to you like he will die if you leave him. He also would have nightmares for about a week straight afterwards 😅 but he gets to cuddle you until he feels better. When he hears you whisper in his ear that he's safe?????? That baby is melting into you faster than butter on a hot roof.

Pretty similar to Ralph, except he would try to be brave or pretend to be brave. But after his first nightmare, you play with his hair and tell him you double checked the doors and windows and that everything is fine. That you wouldnt let anything hurt him.

Now, Jakey, he wouldn't be scared, perse, but he would be paranoid and a little anxious. He doesnt want anything to happen to you, so he makes sure to do an extra round of your house before snuggling up to you in bed. He's an angel.

Sweet angel Den, is just jumpy for a few days after. Nothing too serious, but a healthy mix of paranoia and anxiety. Like Jake, he would want to keep you safe, but feels embarrassed that the movie affected him like this. When you tell him he's safe, he feels so relieved that he has uou to be himself around. He's safe not just physically, but emotionally and mentally too.

[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.

[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.

[littlelioncub43]

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.

[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!

[littlelioncub43]

Will there be more Dennis content?? It’s so good!! Also anymore sub ransom????

Heck yeah! There is so much more Dennis content on the way, nonnie! I love that nerdy little bug 🥰

And fuuuuuuck yeah. Sub!Ransom will be coming back soon

He's such a subby little guy, look at hiiiiim

[littlelioncub43]

Bc Dennis last name is baked i can't help but imagine him being a baker😂 or at least trying to bake something for readers birthday 🥰

Listen, I have a weird feeling that Dennis would be able to pull off baking a cake for your birthday. It's the decorating part that he'd have a little trouble with 😹

He was able to make the cake with little to no trouble, but the moment the instructions said "decorate" he was in trouble.

He'd try his best, and give you one of the tastiest cakes you've ever had with a shaky "HappY BIrThDaY" iced across it.

He'd be so embarrassed about it but you absolutely love it!