just a late night 18+ dennis thought.. the first time he gets head from you. he’s all whiney and doesn’t know what to do with his hands, needs a little encouragement that he can take control >.< poor bby
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oh god yes…sorry i should be working on event fics but i saw this and had to answer it. [x fem!reader]
dennis is a blushing stuttering mess the first time your mouth is on him, holy fuck does it feel heavenly. he doesn’t know what to do with himself, whines and small whimpers fall from his lips as he tries his hardest not to buck his hips when you take him in your warm mouth.
he has to run down all the gore-y things he saw today in the ED just so he doesn’t cum the second your tongue traces along a vein on the underside of his shaft.
the woman who dropped a knife in her foot, guy who cut off half his finger making a huge family dinner, the motorcycle crash that came-
“holy shit- angel” he pants out, cutting off his own train of thought when your nails scratch down his thighs as you take the entirety of his cock down your throat. his hands are gripping the edge of the couch cushions so hard he’s surprised he hasn’t ripped the fabric yet.
his body is so incredibly still, not knowing what he’s allowed to do and you can tell, you pull away from his cock and the pathetic sound that leaves his lips makes your head spin.
“what-” he starts to gripe, “baby you know you can touch me when i’m sucking you off, right?” you state leisurely like it’s not those aren’t dirtiest words dennis has ever heard out of your pretty mouth.
“i kn- i know it just feels really good i don't know what to do” he explains, his face the most eternal shade of red.
you grab at his hand and place it on top of your head, “do what feels natural den, whatever feels right baby” you coo before slipping him back in your mouth but not all the way.
a long breath leaves his body, his eyes glued to the way you suck him in your mouth, cheeks hallowing but you remain now only at his tip not going further.
he liked how he feel completely buried inside, the way your throat tighten around his cock. using the hand on your head he pushes down softly, your body willing going taking more of his shaft inside your mouth inch by inch til your nose is buried in the coarse patch of hair at his base. “fuck, you take me s’ well baby” he slurs out, getting a little drunk on the image infront of him.
you can’t help the way your fingers slide under the waist band of your panties and run through your slick folds, dennis finally taking control only getting you more hot and bothered than before.
anyway i need to write event fics now lol. sorry for any mistakes also
could we get chris overstimulating preachers daughter or is that too freaked up 🙃😓
it's NEVER too freaked out around here. i combined this request with a fic i was already halfway through writing but i promise the overstimulation is in there!!!
౨ৎ dealer!chris getting really high and needy :(
⚠︎ intoxication, oral fixation, overstimulation (omg that rhymes!)
after a busy day of work for both you and chris, you had decided to stay home and unwind for the night. chris had just stubbed out the joint he was smoking, and you were curled up next to him, completely absorbed in your book.
he was laying with his hands behind his head, eyes half closed, in a state of pure bliss. he felt like his brain was melting, but there was just something… off. he frowned and ran his teeth over his tongue, reached over and fumbled around with the assortment of items on your bedside table, but he couldn’t find what he was looking for, what he needed.
you usually kept one or two lollipops scattered amongst the mess, originally for yourself, but since chris started smoking weed again, they had become the thing he craved every time. now he’d just have to resort to something else.
“angel,” he muttered, turning over to face you.
you let out a noncommittal “mm” without glancing up from your book.
“need you… please?” his voice came out as a low whine as he leaned over to tuck his face in your neck.
“m’tired, chris… thought we said it was gonna be a chill night.”
you could feel him smile against your neck as he mumbled, “i'm so chill right now.” he started kissing at the skin, eventually leaving small nips and bites on the smooth length of your neck. not enough to hurt or leave a mark, just enough for you to feel the gentle scrape of his teeth on you.
you frowned slightly, gripping your book a little tighter. “chris, i really need to know what happens next. can't put it down now…”
“then don't put it down.” chris shifted to lay on top of you, shoving his head between your arms so that your book was resting lightly atop his messy hair.
you glanced down to meet his sleepy, reddened eyes as he smiled up at you. you had to appreciate the boy’s determination to be close to you.
“keep reading, angel. just gonna lay here.” he closed his eyes and rested his head on your chest. you could feel his warm breath on your skin, slowing down as the two of you relaxed.
after a while, chris lifted his head and gently pulled the top of your nightgown down to free your breasts, shifting slightly so that he could take one of your nipples between his lips. he sighed as soon as his mouth made contact with your soft skin, and you could feel his lashes brushing against your chest as his eyes slid shut again. you said nothing, just gently scratched his hair and kept reading.
chris kept suckling at you, reaching up with his hand to lightly squeeze at your other breast. he was in heaven right now, so close to you, surrounded by your warmth. he opened his mouth a little wider, desperate to take as much of you in as he could.
you kept reading, although it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the words in front of you while the smacking sounds of chris's greedy mouth filled the room.
minutes passed before he pulled away from you with a heavy sigh, resting his head on your chest as he took a second to catch his breath. you were about to ask him if he was satisfied yet, but before you could open your mouth, he was sliding determinedly down your body until he was completely hidden under the blanket.
you could feel his large hands wrap around your waist, gentle but firm, and the weight of his head as he rested it against your thigh.
“shit…” his voice came out a low rumble, his nose prodding the plush skin of your thigh. you could feel his warm breath fan across your skin as he let out a long, contented exhale. one of his hands slid down from your waist to your hip, his fingers curling around the lace waistband of your underwear.
“can i? please, baby?” his voice was muffled under the blanket, but you knew exactly what he was asking for.
“mm, okay. only cause you want it.” you mumbled, grateful that chris couldn’t see the smile on your lips.
chris was whining softly before your panties were even halfway down your thighs. he tugged them down your legs and reached a hand out from under the blanket to toss them onto the floor, clearly quite confident that you wouldn’t be needing them again tonight.
he nudged his nose through your folds, moaning softly at the sweet scent of you. the weed had all of his senses heightened, resulting in a dizzying desire to smell you, touch you, taste you. he flattened his tongue against you, licking a long, slow stripe up your dripping slit. he did that a few times, purposely avoiding your clit, which had your hips twitching below his hands.
“chris…” you sighed softly, sick of his teasing.
he ignored you, a quiet grunt slipping out of him as he pressed your squirming hips down onto the mattress to hold you still. clearly, he was working on his own schedule.
when he eventually did reach your clit, he let out a raw moan as his lips wrapped around the soft bud. his grip tightened on your hips, and you were sure you’d have bruises tomorrow where his thumbs were pressing into you.
chris had let go of all his inhibitions, no longer concerned with suppressing his needy whines or the drool that escaped his mouth, dripping down your folds and mingling with the wetness already pooling there.
he released his hold on your hips, only to grip the bottom of your thighs and push them up around his head. you figured he wanted you to squeeze your legs around him, and when you did, he let out a muffled moan, almost resembling a sob.
he lifted one hand, rooting around blindly until he was able to interlock his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand tightly. the sounds that filled the room were undeniably filthy now, a mixture of chris’s greedy tongue slurping at your folds, and the grunts and whimpers that escaped him.
your orgasm caught you by surprise, a sudden release that had your body melting into the mattress and your fingers threading through his hair.
but chris still wasn’t satisfied. his tongue continued working at your tired clit, creating a sensation that sent a shiver down your spine.
“chris, s’too much…”
he only doubled his efforts and held your thighs closed around his head, mumbling mostly to himself, “just a little more, baby… you’re a big girl, you can handle it…”
you sigh and tug at his hair to try and get his attention away from your pussy. “but you’ve been down there for ages…”
chris let out an exaggerated whine of disappointment, lifting his head slightly to meet your eye. “please, baby, wanna stay down here… i need you…”
you had never seen him like this before, so desperate. his reddened eyes were making the blue of his irises even more striking, and you were almost certain you could see a sheen of unshed tears in the room’s dim light. god, you couldn’t say no to him when he was like this.
“okay, fine. but you have to be gentle.”
“yes, ma’am.” chris smiled as he tilted his head down again, sucking at you more gently this time. it was as if he was no longer thinking of it as something sexual, but simply a means of relieving himself while he was in this state, or something he relied on for his sanity.
you couldn’t decide if you regretted allowing him to continue or not, because the new, slow pace at which his mouth was working, although nice, wasn’t quite enough to bring forth the second orgasm you were starting to crave.
“chris… more…”
chris hummed around your clit before shaking his head. “nah, it’s good like this.”
you huffed in surprise and reached down to tug at his hair, forcing him to lift his head. his messy lips were curled upwards in a knowing, defiant smile.
“what’s the problem, baby? you asked me to be gentle.”
“it’s not enough…” you whined.
“that’s funny, cause you were sayin’ it was too much a second ago.”
“chris!” he knew exactly what he was doing, you could tell by the smug look on his face. “just make me cum again, and then you can go as annoyingly slow as you like.”
“fuck,” chris promptly got back to work, and you could see the blanket dipping where he was pressing his hips into the mattress. “should boss me around more, baby. looks good on ya.”
you were grateful he couldn’t see you blushing. as comfortable and safe as you had grown to feel around him, it still made you flustered to take charge, even in small ways like this.
it didn’t take much for chris to pull a second orgasm from you, but it hit you even more forcefully than the first. you turned your face to hide in the pillow as your release soaked chris’s lips and chin. he was careful not to waste a drop of it, licking dutifully until you were all clean.
he kept it fairly tame after that, nursing your clit gently at a pace that was more relaxing than anything. you couldn’t quite remember how long he kept at it, but when you woke up, the sun was streaming through the blinds and chris was fast asleep with his head on your thigh, mouth wide open.
gift giving and quality time. whenever mel’s out and she see’s something that reminds her of you, she’s 100% buying it and leaving it on your nightstand. most times she doesn’t even mention it, just putting the little trinket down where it’s visible with a little note. she also loves going out and doing things with you. it’s a great way to relax after a grueling shift. small dinner dates if becca’s at adam’s, running errands together, whatever as long as she’s with you.
✱ fav perfume/scent notes?
king has a constant fear of smelling like sweat. it’s irrational, seeing as she’s cold most of the time, but it’s always in the back of her mind. she likes the smell of the perfume her mother used to use before she died. it makes her feel closer to her. victoria’s secret’s love eau de perfume is always on her counter, in her bag, wherever she is. the smell of apricots and fresh linen reminds her of the happier days.
✱ fav drink/cocktail?
mel is almost always the dd in the group. it’s part of that eldest sister responsibility complex that she has. when she does drink, though, it’s something sweet. a strawberry daiquiri has been her go-to ever since she tried a sip of her friend’s in undergrad.
✱ any piercings/tattoos?
mel’s in the middle of curating her own peircing stack. all she has right now is her second lobes because money can get a little tight, but she definitely has plans to get more. king has one tattoo in memory of her parents, and one for becca, but they’re all in non visible areas.
✱ any pets?
mel has a pet turtle. (NOT a tortoise..) his name is mortimer and he has a tank in the living room of her and becca’s apartment. she really wants a dog, but her landlord doesn’t allow them.
✱ heavy or light sleeper?
surprisingly light sleeper. if you two are sleeping together, even the smallest shift can get her to jolt awake. sometimes you swear she never makes it to rem sleep by how easily roused she is.
✱ what does their place look like?
her apartment is fairly well lived-in, but not a complete mess. there’s clutter, but it’s not too bad. mail on the kitchen table, keys tossed on the counter, unfolded blankets on the couch. it looks a little unorganized, but everything has its place. controlled chaos, as she calls it.
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✱ biggest turn on?
compassion. watching you be kind to others just gets her going for some unexplainable reason. that warm-hearted smile you give sometimes makes her want to push her thighs together.
✱ dom or sub? top or bottom?
dom top, but she can definitely be swayed. she definitely prefers to be the one giving and tending to your every need, but with enough persuasion, she’ll get under you. it’s rare that this happens, though. mostly, it’s for birthdays or special events, so savor it when she’s at your mercy.
✱ vocal or silent?
somewhere in the middle, leaning towards silent. it takes a while for mel to get comfortable enough to be vocal during sex. after years of biting back any noise due to paper-thin walls, it can be hard to get loud. heavy breathing is most of what you’ll hear, aside from the occasional whispered words. if you really push her, she can get pretty loud with her moans.
✱ fav position?
mel loves you with your ankles and wrists tied to the headboard. it’s versatile when it comes to what she can do to you. toys, fingers, her mouth, paddles.. she rarely straps, but when she does, she prefers doggy style. when getting head, she likes you on your knees looking up at her with her sitting at the edge of the bed.
✱ biggest kinks?
oh this woman is a FREAK. you cannot convince me she doesn’t have a sybian hidden in her closet. she’s highly experimental and open when it comes to sex. in her words, it’s good to try everything at least once. mel is surprisingly well connected to the bdsm scene in pittsburgh. her favorites, though, include electrostimulation, shibari, sensory deprivation, and temperature play. during scenes, she’s highly sensitive to your needs and limits, doing frequent color checks and tons reassurance.
✱ dirtiest fantasy?
when she’s up fantasizing, she thinks about catching you touching yourself. it’s a cliche porn plot, she knows, but it just sounds so hot to her. walking in on you pleasing yourself, watching you get all embarrassed before she offers to help you. reaching between your thighs to find you soaked, only to tease and edge you until you beg to cum.
✱ what does their aftercare look like?
melissa’s aftercare is very methodical, almost as if she has a checklist in her mind she goes through. first, it’s getting you settled, taking off any restraints if they were used. then, she has you drink water, after, a snack. if any penetration happened with a strap or toy, you go to the bathroom. a shower together after that, then you two lie back in bed and watch a movie.
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you’ve got him on all fours and he feels absolutely humiliated, but in a way, he loves it, embarrassing as is. being fully exposed to you body displayed in its barest form. he can physically feel your eyes burning into his skin and hear the smile in your voice when you drop a compliment in relation to his rather revealing position. the pink blooming on his skin is evident, showing you just how shy he is from all this. flushed from his neck, flowing to his sweat-sheened shoulders and down his back,…for a moment, he turns his head to look at you, cheeks rosy to match the other burning areas of his body.
but his head snaps back to its original, low, place once the two of you lock gazes because he can't bear to look you in the eyes when he's in such a lewd position. despite his “shame”, he’s still dripping a clear sticky mess onto your sheets; blushed tip throbbing as he waits for you to do something. “why are you so shy baby..you asked for this,” you coo, nibbling your bottom lip in excitement when he shudders from the incessant teasing, dragging the lube-slicked dildo up and down his opening. “ah—fuck! m’sorry…m’sorry, momma,” he whimpers, grinding his flushed face into the pillow below his head, mind preparing to drown in the immense pleasure soon to come.
he’s had your fingers before. nice and deep inside him, easily coaxing out one of the strongest orgasms he’s ever had. the tips of your skillful fingers relentlessly kissing his g-shot and your other hand working fast on his leaking cock. he swears he saw stars. head lolled back with a slack jaw, wide enough for obscene noises and words to have no trouble slipping out. if your fingers could make him feel like that, what would an actual dildo feel like? he goes dizzy thinking about it.
“you’re okay, baby. it’s okay,” you whisper, raking your nails down his broad back and down to the curve of his ass, invoking a soft gasp from his spit coated lips. “you ready?” you purr, teasing his hole once again and he nods rapidly, trying his hardest to be a good boy and not push his ass back on you. “y-yes! m’so ready..” he murmurs, keenness awash in each word as his back begins to arch for your strap. you brace yourself by placing your hand on his hip, slowly easing yourself inside him. his pretty noises bounce off the walls and make your heart and clit beat unison. “o-oh shit—“ dennis gasp, walls adjusting to the new size and you sink deeper. he was already so full and you weren’t fully inside of him, yet, he was quivering. the tow of you both let out a held in breath when you’ve gone as far as you can, your fake cock brushing the spot where he needed you most.
“t-thank you…” he pants out dumbly, reaching back to grip the fat of your thighs, sighing shaking when you go a little deeper. it feels so good. hes thoughts aren’t manageable because he doesn't have any—but there’s a little something missing. “is this good, denny? can you take it?” you ask sweetly, a grunt rumbling in your chest and you draw your hips back just to push the cock back inside him. his words come out rushed and desperate: “yes yes i can please—fuckin give it to me.” his eyes roll to the back of his eye as the pleasure settles through out his shaking body.
taking in an eyeful of his body makes a warmth spread throughout your body, heart thumping with a sense of contentment. having him like this did wonders for your ego, but more so, you cunt. which, by now was wet and sticky, clenching around nothing every time you pull out another sweet cry from the man. “more—i want more,” he whines, pushing his hips back on your fake cock, wanting the silicone deeper, harder. drool bubbles at the corner of his mouth, spit soaking into the pillow as his face is almost smothered into the plush surface. what’s also soaked are the poor cotton sheets sitting beneath his crying cock, soaking up all his precum as it leaks from his sensitive tip, sure to leave a stain.
“denny—slow down. you’re gonna hurt yourself, or me for that matter,” you breathe, grounding your hands on his moving hips, trying to bring him to a stop. “no, i want more. fuck—“ he hiccups, back arching while he pushed back even harder words tumbling from his mouth with confidence like they were the key to getting him exactly that he wanted. but, dennis knew that he was doing. he was being a fucking brat. he wants a reaction, deliberately pushing the single button to make your sweet, caring attitude do a complete flip. if there’s one thing you couldn’t stand, it was disrespect. he was right unfortunately. it never took much to annoy you.
your “what?” comes out strict and bitter, the honey sopped touch to your voice completely stripped away, making dennis’ heart fall into the pit of his stomach. he’s scared to turn and look at the scorned expression on your pretty face…but the excitement for the impending roughness burns in his core. “baby—don’t be mad at me p-please,” he pleads, putting on the act of wanting desperately to seek forgiveness, looking back to give you a pair of round, watery eyes to match. “no. you’re going to get more since you wanted it so bad. fucking slut,” you spat, weaving your fingers through his sweat-damped curls and gripping a thick handful. it makes him wince, cock twitching as it hangs between his quivering thigh.
you tighten your grip and shove his pink-painted cheek into the puddle of his own spit and yank back the control dennis tried to shake; you weren’t going to let the pathetic whore inside him have a chance to jump up—not for now at least. slowly, you draw your hips back and dennis sucks in a sharp brand snapping him back in their original place, but deeper. the two of you both huff out a noise of pleasure, his far louder than yours thanks to the fake head being nestled against his prostate—exactly what he’s been craving.
a broken sound escapes his throat when you shove the silicone back inside his hole, hands scrambling to find something to grab on to and he settles from the wooden headboard before him. “y-yeah—i deserve it, momma,” he pants out, his echoes particularly muffled by the pillow.
a pained gasp slipped from his swollen lips when you strike a lash across his ass cheek, leaving bright red print as proof of his impromptu punishment. walls fluttering around your strap when he receives the craved abuse. “you got that right. you fucking deserves all of what you’re about to get,” you spat, pulling your hips back and snapping his against his ass, coaxing a pathetic cry from him. he mumbles on weak apologies every time you rut into him roughly, but they fall upon deaf ears.
each thrust sparked a hot flame of his steadily brewing orgasm, ready and rushing full steam ahead, and it’s going to be intense. he knows it. it’s the only thing he knows at this point by virtue of the assault you're boring into his hole and he couldn’t be happier. all cock-drunk and dazed; eyes half-lidded with a lazy smile, a string of spit connecting his wet mouth to the pillow, and babbling strings of incoherent, feigned apologies. its all like a storm of pleasure rushing towards him. ready to rain down and make him cum harder than he ever has before. that rain is you. his beautiful, sexy rain fucking the sense out of his brain and leaving him nothing but dim thoughts rooted in pure bliss.
“oh fuck—m’close,” dennis panted, slinging his arm back to take hold on your leg, not stop you, but needing that extra bit of skin on skin contact to keep him anchored. “already, baby? you like being fucked like this? like a slut?” you scoff, taking this time to reach between his thighs and stroke his slick, messy cock. dennis keens, sobbing into the soaked pillow as he feels his orgasm coursing through his system. “y-yes! i love it—i fucking love it ,” he cries out, relishing in the white-hot that coats each inch under his skin before one final stroke sends his cum spurting all over the sheets beneath him.
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would LOVE to hear your take on g!p mel if you’re down to write about her ! ♡
also, can i be anon?
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hey hon!! ofc you can be my anon!! this is my first time writing dr king so i hope its alright xx
g!p mel who is always very cautious of her size, "that feeling okay, baby?" "..not hurting you am i?"
g!p mel who is very retrained at first, helping you adjust to having her inside you but the second you tell her how good she feels its like the restraint snaps, and she's fucking you into the mattress with the upmost precision
g!p mel who pulls out almost enirely just to thrust in all the way to her hilt twice as hard.
g!p mel who loves it when you tell her how big her dick is and how good she is with it + g!p mel who always tells you how good you feel around her too.
g!p mel who begs you to let her cum inside despite wearing a rubber (love if the game ig) "gonna give you all my babies"
g!p mel who makes you suck on her fingers as she fucks your cunt.
g!p mel who pushes down lightly on your stomach as she dicks you down, making sure you can feel every ridge and dip along her length.
g!p mel who keeps a hair bobble on her wrist so she can tie your hair back properly whilst you suck her dick
g!p mel who gets whiny when you refuse to help ease the hardness in her boxers straight away, "i've already waited!"
taking her to a really nerdy event you know she'll absolutely love. like a d&d session or the renaissance fair. maybe you'll get bored of it after 3 hours but seeing how happy she is to finally have someone to do this stuff with makes you stay a little longer.
and she's a huge geek. she used to read comic books when she was little, but after her parents passed away she never really had time to keep reading like she used to; she has a kpop keychain on her bag (probably a newjeans one), and buys another one for you to match with her; and don't even ask her about her favorite shoujo anime she watched when she was 15.
loves buying you gifts. she wants to know you in a deep and personal level, which means she will get you the best gifts ever. sometimes she'll even buy something from your wishlist without knowing you wanted it !!
she's probably really warm. even when it's freezing. so when it's really really cold she'll come over and snuggle with you under the covers to make you warm with her ♡ even when you put your chilly hands under her shirt and on her back to mess with her.
she'd be really nervous to be physically close to you. sometimes when she talks to people close to them, they seem so... uncomfortable?? they think she doesn't notice it but she does. she doesn't want you to feel that way, afraid of stepping over people's boundaries without noticing, so she's weirdly (physically) distant at first. you have to tell her that you want her to be as close to you as possible for her to get it.
she stares a lot when you're not looking. sometimes it's just awkward. you can feel her eyes staring at the back of your neck or at the side of your face… she just really likes looking at you!!! it's even worse if you work together, because it wouldn't take long for someone to understand why she stares at you so much.
when you started dating, she had to stop herself from taking too much shifts 😭 she's just used to it, she never gets really sleepy, and after her sister got a boyfriend, she'd pick more shifts than usual because she doesn't have nothing to do when she's home alone.
but now she has you, someone who actually enjoys her company and wants to be around her !!! it actually takes her a while to realize that. ♡
took me longer than i expected to write hcs for mel but here we are i guess...
gerran being soooo touchy feely on set he keeps getting in trouble and people keep asking if you're okay... ugh
you just reply with "oh yeah he's just like that" with a happy smile even though he's really not.... at least not like how he is with you... his hands grabbing your waist and hips as he passed you as he talks to you. his hand fixing your hair or gently touching your face and neck. the way he hugs you.... isa swears she's seen his hand on your ass but maybe she was just seeing things...
the worst part is you always end up nearly getting caught making out... you'll sneak into his trailer to "run lines" when really he's running his tongue over whatever skin he can get to during your 20 minute break.
One time you were straddling his hips finding the perfect rhythm as your hips grind together and you get a knock at your door a familiar voice calling your name your hand flys over Gerrans mouth to muffle his moans and your hips came to an abrupt stop
"hey, wanna go get coffee while we're on break?" you hear Shabana's muffled voice on the other side of the door. You're scrambling to get up and shove gerran aside muttering at him to hide. he gives you a huff concealing his hard-on and moving out of sight so you can go out with Shabana
thankfully she didn't suspect anything...
on carpets he loves being next to you in pictures there's definitely a few of him whispering to you you just laugh so they think he's being clever but he's saying whatever perverse idea came to his twisted head. while you're hoping no one notices his hands grabbing groping your ass
