✾𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖼𝖺✾

[huckleberry-lover]

╭╯꙳ intro post!!

hihi, i'm becca!!

ི☆ a bit about me☆ི

⊹bi

⊹she/they

⊹absolutely depraved freak..🫡

ʚ╭╯fandoms im in

⊹the pitt (specifically dennis whitaker, duh🤤)

⊹south park (but lowk more into the pitt rn)

fics!! once i write more i'll have a whole master list, but i obviously don't have enough for that rn😭

under the stars!!

[ccandlehead]

before going to bed id like to say…. Gerran hands

[joshuaballsett]

[gezfez]

𝓗e's just as beautiful as the last time i saw him ♡

Gerran Howell arriving at Televerse + his first Emmy Noinee

꒰ ♡ ꒱

001 ♱ 002

[whitak-er]

let's show our chests with papa ❤️

their visual compatibility makes me dizzy

[tiptapismellbullcrap]

Anyway, avoiding discourse as much as possible, here are some photos i found on twitter

[tiptapismellbullcrap]

[weaponised--soul]

these are

incredibly good hands

like

A+ hands

good job at hands Gerran

[huckleberry-lover]

✶ིྀ✝︎✫under the stars masterlist!!✫✝︎✶ིྀ

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four..(soon)!!

this fic is currently still in the works, will probably have about 8-10 chapters, and is mainly wholesome fluff about !citygirlreader and !farmboydennis!!

i love this au so so much, this is my first actually published fic!! you guys have been so sweet, i rlly appreciate all of you🥹

[str4wbsstuff]

GIYS I JUST FUCKING NUTTED OH MY GOD. I CAME

[wishbonedeluxe]

1 year of wishbone. happy 1st birthday to this perfect album that changed our lives ㅅ ⚓︎ ☘︎ 𓊝 ♡

[tiptapismellbullcrap]

Omg theyre matching

[comingaback]

oh my god oh my god oh my god

[vanilladeer333]

[puriqqq]

I’ve came across a bit of a problem. I’ve read all the stepbro!dennis fics and stuff on tumblr. It’s midnight and I really need something to read.

[str4wbsstuff]

Step bro!Dennis x bimbo!reader… he could perv on her all day and she would just give him a ditzy smile and blow a kiss :3

this one is really really HEAVY on the stepcest so..be warned. hes a creep!! and a little mean!!

⋆˚✿˖° | stepbro!dennis who absolutely adores you and how you dress, act and conduct yourself. those short skirts that have the bottom of your ass peeking out, low waisted jeans that show the pretty straps of your thong that sit on your hips. if he were being honest you were like a wet dream come true. even at home you’d prance around in too short damn near sheer night gowns that left nothing to the imagination. ones that he couldn’t stare at too long or he’d get hard almost immediately. what made you even better in his opinion was the fact that you were so incredibly affectionate with him.

⋆˚✿˖° | you had taken a liking to him almost immediately, finding him absolutely adorable. and you’d always wanted an older brother! so when stepbro!dennis made it clear he loved spending time with you as well. you were absolutely elated and with that elation came affection! the physical kind, hugs when you were excited at something. bringing the man into your arms tightly and swaying side to side as you rambled off about your topic of choice. completely oblivious to how his hands tightened on your waist and how his nose skimmed up your neck. inhaling your sweet scented perfume.

sticky glossed kisses pressed to his cheeks and sometimes the corner of his mouth. leaving a shiny smear on his flushed skin. hell you’d even find your way into his room to lay about on his bed while he was in there. casually laying next to him while your long nails clicked on your phone screen. the pink of your short set contrasting with the navy of his comforter. it was a simple routine—well to you anyways. not once noticing how you drove your poor brother up the wall. it was like you were trying to tempt him but stepbro!dennis knew better, you were just a bit air-headed. and once he realized how little you seemed to..think. he slowly got bolder. just to see…

⋆˚✿˖° | first it was simple, letting his hands wander. laying in bed next to him? your head on his shoulder, he’d rest a shaky hand on your bare thigh. sitting there before he carefully slid it to the inner part of it to give it a little squeeze. the feeling of your soft skin beneath his palm had him twitching in his boxers. after, he even began to trace shapes into the skin. to which you’d just hum and reply with a content;

“your hand is warm den.” never taking your eyes off your phone.

then it was during hugs, his hands going from your waist..lower and lower and they were right on the swell of your ass. fingertips inches from going beneath the shortness of your skirt. his chest heaving as he tried to gauge your reaction. leaning back and looking at you, who was smiling all the same with a playful look in your eye before you leaned in to whisper.

“you tryna feel me up or somethin’?” paired with a giggle and a shake of your hips. your copious amounts of jewelry jingling with your silly movements.

“maybe?” his own bashful honesty surprised him.

another laugh, “but denny..m’your sister?” it was all playful coyness. pushing his buttons and straining his resolve— well more like smashing them with a hammer and sawing them in half.

he swallowed harshly, adams apple bobbing in his throat. hands moving lower still.

“step. technically..”

✿.ྀི ׅ ᤱ ⸱ ᜔𓂂 ׅ ᤱ ⸱᜔ 𓂂 ׅ ᜔ ✿ྀི ׅ ᤱ ⸱ ᜔𓂂 ׅ ᤱ ⸱᜔ 𓂂 ׅ ✿ྀི

on movie nights he’d start off with your legs in his lap. then transition to gently tugging you to sit atop him sideways so your legs could still rest on the couch. you happily accepting being so close to your sweet brother having no objections when he pulled you closer. stepbro!dennis who shuddered at your proximity and weight. one hand around your back and the other sandwiched between the heat of your thighs just resting there mere inches away from your cunt. so close in fact he could feel the weight radiating off her. shifting his legs to attempt to keep you off his growing boner.

it even turned into him peeping in on you in the shower, you had a bad habit of leaving the door cracked. gazing at the pornographic outline of your body through the semi sheer curtain. or while you changed, not that you didn’t already change in front of him.

often padding into his room to have him help you pick out an outfit. not bothering to make him turn around while you stood in your matching bra and panties asking his opinion on this and that.

“like, wait— can you see my ass when I bend over?”

before he could speak you were already turning around to arch your back the smallest bit. mock bending over to show him. dennis gulped, throwing a pillow over his lap as he gazed at the absolute eyeful you were giving him. a clear view of your perfect panty covered ass that was obviously on show when you bent over.

the panties were simple, pink with white hearts and a lace trim. from how you were positioned he could see the outline of your pussy. right there..basically in his face. his leg began to bounce.

“uhm..yeah you can.” he coughed.

“how much? like everythin’?” you look back at him over your shoulder, those pretty false lashes fluttering at him.

his eyes stayed on the curve of your ass and backs of your thighs as you asked. tugging his lip between the blunt of his teeth as he slowly nodded. mind too preoccupied with imagining what your cunt would look like if he were to yank down those useless panties of yours. if he spread the lips of your no doubt perfect pussy to take in all you had to offer. he thought about pushing you down to the floor, lifting up that useless denim item you call a skirt. and grinding into your ass until your underwear was soaked through. not the thoughts he should be having but you make it incredibly hard to be a good brother.

“pretty much..” he muttered.

noticing the far off look in his eye and strain in his voice you perk up. turning to look at him from where he sits on his bed.

“you’re such a perv!” it’s said with absolutely no malice or disgust. just pure amusement like he wasn’t two steps away from fucking you silly.

“s’not my fault..”

✿ྀི ׅ ᤱ ⸱ ᜔𓂂 ׅ ᤱ ⸱᜔ 𓂂 ׅ ᜔ ✿ྀི ׅ ᤱ ⸱ ᜔𓂂 ׅ ᤱ ⸱᜔ 𓂂 ׅ ✿ྀི

on those nights you’d make yourself at home in his bed, often falling asleep. stepbro!dennis would..indulge a little. gazing at and admiring the peaceful look on your face as you slept, bonnet slightly askew and lips parted. it would have been sweet with how he fixed the satin on your head before running his thumb over your lips.

would have.

if it weren’t for how his eyes lingered on the edge of your night gown, the material riding up your thighs enough to have him heating up. it was late..his door was locked. it would be fine.

the aforementioned thumb slipped between the petals of your vaseline covered lips to dip into your mouth. he lets out a breath as he moves it over your tongue. feeling the saliva pooled in your mouth coat his finger, it was so incredibly supple inside. slick and smooth as he prodded around. freezing when your brows momentarily scrunched before relaxing. he traced over your teeth, the underside of your tongue and your inner cheek. all the while leaking precum into his pajamas.

bringing his thumb out he admired the web of spit connecting you to him before quickly sticking it in his mouth to suck it off. smiling around the digit as his hips bucked at the taste.

this was wrong..disgusting, perverse. but those facts only spurred him on. a sick enjoyment washing over him in a new arousal he’s never felt before. he just loved you so much and you loved him too right? all those signs you were giving him had to be just that, signs. his pulse hammering in his ears as his gaze went back to your night dress. the tops of your thighs so pretty in the dim light of his room. so with a final glance at your face he moves closer.

lifting the fabric enough to peek under.

“holy shit.”

his eyes immediately zeroing in on your cunt, covered by the soft cotton of your panties. this time they’re grey and white striped. a bow sat on the waistline, simple in contrast to your usual blingy fashion choices

he could see the way your curls peeked out the edges of your panties and it made him sweat. taking a finger he swiped over your slit, reveling in how your sleeping body reacted. hips twitching beneath his touch.

a few more swipes, presses and prods of his finger had him growing to full hardness. his chest felt so tight, you’d notice if he took them off right..? he shouldn’t even be doing this. only looking no touching. but dennis wasn’t as strong as he seemed. traveling up he pulled your dress the rest of the way until the hem was beneath your chin. bare breasts exposed to him.

maneuvering himself he gently sat over you, straddling you while staying up on his knees as to not put any weight on you. taking both hands now he started on your thighs skimming them up your body.

feeling every curve, dip and scar your figure had to offer. he was properly panting now, breath coming out in hot puffs as he felt you up. over your waist..stomach and stopping to palm your breasts. kneading the soft flesh. flicking over your nipples to watch you writhe. how could you be so soft..? probably that extensive body care routine he sees you do sometimes, all that cocoa butter did you well.

he was so consumed in his groping that he didn’t notice your eyes fluttering open. until you were speaking.

“denn..y?”

his eyes widen to side of dinner plates. hands ripping from your body like you were made of corrosive acid.

his mouth suddenly dry he says the only phrase that comes to mind.

“s-sorry for wakin’ you..”

instead of screaming like he expected. you whined sleepily reaching out for his hands immediately placing them back on your tits. batting your lashes at him.

“don’t stop…feels nice, please?”

“o-okay..”

∘•················•∘

before he knows it he’s prodding you open with the leaky tip of his cock. sliding his shaft through the wet folds of your pussy, the flushed head bumping your clit making you whine out. his thumbs gently spreading you open, gaze intensely staring at your cunt. the way you twitch and leak all over him, as he slides against you.

“holy fuck..you’re perfect..wanted this f’so long..y’know that?” he pants. “all that teasin’ please tell me you wanted it too,—me too..”

“y-yea i..ah—did uh huh!” you nod, words stuttered and broken up.

“this is so bad…i shouldn’t—we shouldn’t be—“ he whimpers, feeling his tip catch on your entrance. it makes his brows furrow as he bites down on his lip. “basically my—my sister..”

you let out a breathless giggle “step t-technically..?” mirroring his words from earlier in the week.

dennis huffs out a laugh, grinding the tip into you as if we was going to slide it inside. he wants too..you’re so soft and slick, it would be so fucking easy for him.

“hey..” you blink up at him, hands sliding up his shoulders to thread through the curls at the base of neck. “you s-should let me put it in..” it comes out as a desperate whine. he groans, feeling your hole twitch right over top his head.

your hips jump, chasing the sensation. pushing down towards him as your fingers dig into his shirt. tugging him forward impatiently.

“you sure..? we don’t have a..condom.” he grits his teeth.

“i…i can pull out, please..sis?” he leans his head down, desperately licking up your neck in long wet trails. pressing kisses into the skin, rocking his hips into yours. ever so slightly pushing inside making your fingers dig into his shoulders with a gasp at the stretch.

“just a little..the tip okay, promise it’ll feel s’good..you’re already this wet.”

hesitating before you give a nod, even with all your teasing you didn’t think he’d take it this far. to the point of genuinely wanting to fuck you..although you’re not complaining. the guilt mixing with the arousal swimming in your veins.

“knew you wanted it..” he mumbled with a smile against your cheek.

you chance a look down realizing just how..big. he is, you felt it before but now it’s completely different. you swallow slowly growing nervous that he wouldn’t fit.

“wait— what if it doesn’t—“

“it will..”

the sound of your agreement throws him over the edge. pushing inside you slowly, feeling your tight, wet pussy stretch around his cock. opening up for him like he imagined so many times, bottoming out, he’s buried completely inside you, your warmth squeezing down on him.

your hand flying down to rest atop your lower stomach. right where you feel him fill you up. not to stop him just to feel him, even as he pushed past just his tip.

“y-you said just the—“

“accident..sorry, slipped in..”

∘•················•∘

and now here he was, fucking into you in a way that could only be done after months of built up tension. months of sneaking touches and peeking on you coming to a head. each time he felt his cock drag against the sticky velvet of your walls with every deep thrust. his palm had covered your mouth a while ago to not alert your parents, you yourself unable to hold back your whines of his name.

“oh my god— you feel so good, s’good.” he groans “does it feel okay?” his voice is weary, laced with uncertainty, he is still your big brother after all.

you nod behind his hand, teary eyes blinking up at him. whimpers dampened. so he lifts his palm giving you a chance to speak.

“it— you’re so deep..!” you gasp, eyes watery.

dennis's face lights up with relief and renewed desire. bending down to kiss your forehead gently, his thrusts becoming slower and more deliberate trying not to get over excited.

he dreamed of this so many times and now that he’s here. instead of succumbing to his fantasies he attempts to take his time with you. in hopes that maybe in the future you’d let him touch you again..even if he was the one feeling you up in your sleep. this is his way of making up for it.

sorta. its what he tells himself anyway.

“that’s good but..it doesn’t answer my q-question..” lips brushing against your temple.

you swallow, licking your lips and nodding. trying to find the words that seem to disappear every time they form. your hands move up to mindlessly grab at your bonnet as you focus.

“feels so good, den..promise, promise it does.”

he kisses your cheek, your nose, your lips. “you know i love you... so much...”

“l-love you too..!”

“being inside you s’like a dream..love it so— much, y’squeezing me so damn tight.” he babbles. “gonna go faster alright?”

before you can speak he’s leaning back, sweat slicking his hair to his forehead in a dim shimmer. also thoroughly soaking his shirt. pooling at the collar, the scent mixing with the already aromatic smell of sex permeating his bedroom. it makes you dizzy, always having loved his smell. hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder he gives you a lopsided— sex drunken smile. before snapping his hips into you, making you choke out a moan. immediately covering your own mouth as you stare up at him.

“fuck, you take it so well.. the—the whole thing too..told ya i’d make it fit..guess you’re just as bad as me ha..”

the pace he sets makes your eyes roll back, hammering his cock into you with a sloppy kind of precision. trying to make it as good for the both of you as he could. his bed creaking in a way that, if someone was listen in, would be a dead give away on the deplorable acts taking place between a pair of psudo-siblings.

“mm shi— den oh fuck you’re— ah!” your moans are incomprehensible. filling your stepbrother with a certain kind of pride. the kind that comes from making such a pretty girl like yourself scream yourself hoarse on his cock.

“yeah?” he huffs out a laugh from his chest, airy and light.

leaning down, your leg still over his shoulder. he kisses you, for the first time ever. lips slotting messily as you swallow down each others whimpers, his tongue messily sliding over your teeth and down into your throat. greedy— that’s how he was kissing you.

“you—mmph—like when your brother fucks you?”

you whine “denny! don’t be so gross!”

“m’not..” he huffs, annoyed.

his spare hand drops to your slick puffy clit, circling it with his thumb. applying steady pressure as he rocks into you. determined to make you finish.

“please cum for me..be good like you have been..” he mumbles..not to you but to your cunt. it sends maddening shock waves through you. your hips bucking up towards it and away at the same time making it difficult for him to keep a handle on you.

“god, hold—still!” in an act of annoyance he meanly pinches your clit between his fingers, and that’s what does it for you. the orgasm hitting you like a brick to the head. sending your head forward to bring him down in a kiss. as your back arches, cunt squeezing him in warm pulses. coaxing him to cum alongside you, milking his shaft until he’s swearing against your lips.

cock twitching wildly before spilling his warm cum inside, coating your walls. so much for pulling out..

“den—! you didn’t..!” you whine tapping his shoulder.

“shut up..”

he moans putting his lips back on yours effectively silencing your cries. his fingers continuing their assault on your poor clit until you’re holding back sobs.

“fuckfuckfuck” he whimpers. hips still shallowly rutting into you. emptying out all his load and then some, your pussy still stroking him from the inside out. he pulls back, spit connecting his lips to yours as he pants. face red and looking down at your fucked out expression. chest heaving he runs his hands over your tummy and to your tits. palming them softly as he stares—slightly dazed.

“y-you came inside..”

“sorry..” and he was, kind of.

he pulls out and back biting back a whine as his softened cock slips from your spent cunt. pushing the leg on his shoulder back, and bending it till its up towards your chest. doing the same to the other one, watching as his milky cum seeps from you slowly.

“whoa..ok uhm” he leans over to his nightstand collecting a hand full of tissues “..p-push it out”

“..what?”

he sighs, “just—just do it okay?” voice soft yet urging. you nod, sniffling before doing as he says. contracting your cunt to slowly push his cum out and into his hand. when it does he rubs at your leg.

“there we go..” he swallows, mesmerized at the sight of it. “lets get you cleaned up, yeah?” eyes flickering from your pussy to your glassy eyes. “m’sure we can make it to the bathroom without mom n’ dad waking up.”

“okay..”

[caged-cherry]

Stepbro!Dennis Whitaker x f!reader

In which Dennis takes advantage of a promise you made to him at the beginning of the day.

CW: stepcest, car sex, Dennis is pretty perverted, brief mention of pregnancy but only as dirty talk

Word Count: 2709

It had all started when you begged Dennis to go out with you today, not wanting to go alone and he’s always been your favorite stepbrother. You have a feeling that maybe you like Dennis so much because you know he has a soft spot for you and the… less than familial relationship growing between you both.

“Please, Den! You know how I get when I’m by myself!” You pout, batting your eyelashes and making his jaw clench when you smile sweetly, “I’ll do anything you want afterwards, I promise!”

“Anything I want?” He parrots, big blue eyes flicking from your face down your body. He shrugs with a lazy grin, “Fine. But you’re driving.”

~

It was getting dark now, the sky turning shades of blue, purple, and orange. Dennis is next to you in the passenger seat, fiddling with the radio station in hopes to find a song worth his time. You think he looks gorgeous, the sun hitting his face and showing off beautiful blue eyes. You force yourself to look away, to pay attention to the road. You can ogle at your stepbrother when you get home.

“I love this song!” Dennis exclaims, bopping his head to the beat as he turns the volume up. You smile, a quiet laugh escaping you as he loses himself to the music. “Sing with me!”

“I don’t know the lyrics!” You exclaim, but you hum along anyways. That pleases him enough, as he has his own little concert beside you. You try to ignore his arms flailing and voice getting louder as he sings, though it proves to be difficult when he suddenly goes quiet. You jump slightly in surprise when you feel a hand on your thigh, “Uh, what are you doing?”

Dennis turns the radio down with his free hand, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he squeezes your thigh gently. “Remember earlier when you said you’d do whatever I wanted? I’m ready to get what I want now.”

“I’m driving, Den.” You state, slapping his hand in a feeble attempt to get him to stop touching you. All it does is get him to move his hand higher up onto your leg. “I’m gonna crash.”

“You’re not gonna crash.” He says, rolling his eyes with a scoff. You should snap at him for being so careless, yet you find yourself holding your breath in anticipation instead. “C’mon, sis, pull over. Let me take care of you.”

You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. The only time you’ve ever gotten intimate is at home, where nobody else is around. Where your stepbrother could make perverted comments about what you wear around the house and where you could suck him off in the shower before sneaking back to your room. You should make him wait, and yet…

“Okay…” You breathe out, luckily you’re already on a country road, no houses or cars around. Just the two of you, alone. The only thing you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears and your heart pounding as you turn the car off.

Dennis is on you in an instant. Unbuckling both of your seatbelts and practically maiming you as he pulls you closer. “Backseat, now.”

He nearly shoves you over the front seats to get into the back, following shortly after as you grab his shirt to help him get across. Den collapses onto you, but that doesn’t stop him from groping at you wildly. “I knew you’d give in.”

“You’re an asshole.” You hiss, though you arch into his touch as he sneaks his hands underneath your shirt to feel bare skin. His hands are always so warm, easing your mind into only thinking of him. Dennis pauses when his fingertips meet lace, pupils blown wide and lips agap once he realizes what you have on.

“I didn’t know you were all dressed up for me,” He mumbles, swiping his thumbs over the fabric right over your nipples. You gasp, body jerking as you grip onto his biceps. “You were planning this, weren’t you?”

You could deny it, but he knows better. You don’t have anyone else to show off to, and even if you did it wouldn’t be the same. You’ve always wanted your stepbrother's attention, anyway that you could get it. “Don’t you want to see it?”

Your stepbrother practically rips your shirt in half at the question, revealing pretty pink lace that hug your tits just right. Dennis is staring down at you like he’s going to maim you, you have a feeling he might.

Your breath hitches as he gropes you, tugging the bralette down just enough to expose what he wants to see. You can’t help yourself as you push your chest out for him, a silent plea to touch. Den looks like he’s starving, as if he’s absolutely famished. Yet he doesn’t move a muscle, “Later, okay?”

“What?” Your voice cracks, on the verge of begging at this point. “Den, don’t fucking tease me I swear-“

“I want to stuff you full of my cum right now. When we get home I’ll play with your tits all night, okay?” You’re not very happy, you want him to touch every part of you, but you’re not exactly mad either.

“If you wanna fuck me that bad then you’d be inside of me already.” You tease, and he lets out a deep exhale at that. Before you know it he’s pulling your pants off so quickly that you get dizzy, tossing them to the floorboard before attempting to fish his cock out.

“So impatient,” He snaps, like he isn’t the one demolishing your clothing to get to you quicker. “I should put you in your place.”

A moan leaves you at that, quiet and desperate and you swear Dennis is going to pop a blood vessel with how horny he looks. But you stay quiet, you don’t want to get him too worked up, not until you’re home and in bed for round two.

“I have a great view, by the way.” Your brother smirks, dragging his eyes up and down your body. Your tits were still on display, your matching pink panties weren’t touched yet, but you know they will be soon. “Should I take a picture?”

“Shut up, Denny.” You groan, amused and annoyed at the same time. “Quit procrastinating, I know you’re just trying to make me beg.”

“Oh, please. You’re going to end up begging anyway. You always do.” You shudder, burying your hands in soft chestnut curls as he licks the shell of your ear. He mouths at your neck, fingers working open his jeans as quickly as he can. “I need you so bad, please, sis, you’re killing me.”

Something about that drives you mad, passion flowing through your veins as you whine, you need him just as badly as he needs you. Dennis pulls away from your neck to look into your eyes, searching for something. Whatever it is he finds it, because the next thing you know he's finally freeing his dick, doesn’t put the extra work in to take his pants off completely. He’s too hungry. He has to have you.

Dennis doesn’t even have it in him to pull your panties off either, just pushes them to the side with his hand as he shoves his cock into your soaking wet hole. You cry out at the same time as he moans, noises mixing together as you cling onto one another like a lifeline. “F-Fuck, I’ll never get used to how good you feel.”

“Says you, I feel like you’re ripping me in half.” Your breath is shaky, vision blurry as you look at the ceiling of your car. Dennis often gets rough, you had hoped you were used to it by now.

“Just breathe. I’ve got you.” You sigh, it feels good despite the fact that he knocked the wind out of you. In the meantime, he runs his fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp while he waits for you to get used to him.

“I think you often forget how big you are.” You grumble, humming softly when he scatters your jawline with kisses.

Dennis laughs, sneering as he responds, “It’s not my fault you’re so tiny! You’re the size of a toy.”

“Will you use me like one?” You ask, and your stepbrother's laugh gets cut short as his eyes somehow get even more dark with lust.

“Do you want me to?”

“I think you already know the answer to that.” You know you’re asking for it, yet you can’t help but to feel like prey that’s been caught by the predator. It’s a good feeling, really. You trust Dennis with your life. You know he would never do anything to hurt you, not really. But having him in control… allowing him to do as he pleases to you… that’s always something that leaves you in suspense.

“Are you ready, sis?” He asks, and something about the tone of his voice makes you shiver. You really hope you won’t be left too sore after this, you still have to drive home.

“Y-Yeah, please. I need you.” You whimper, and that does it. The pace is fast and brutal, so forceful that your body slides up the seats and you narrowly miss hitting your head on the door. Dennis grabs you by the waist to drag you back down to him, grip so tight there will definitely be bruises later, but you’re not going anywhere now. Stuck in place as he uses you for his own personal use.

“Shit…” He gasps out, digging his nails into your skin as he pounds in and out of you. “We didn’t even do any foreplay and you’re already soaking wet. Is this what I do to you, hm? Do I really turn you into a mindless cockslut? I bet I could make you cum just from talking to you.”

He could. He has before, plenty of times. You moan in response, clenching around his cock as tears well up in your eyes. It feels so good that you don’t even know what to say, let alone what to do.

“Can’t even speak, huh? Did I fuck your brains out already? We just started.” Your brother mocks, leaning down just enough to nip at your collarbone. You yelp as you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close as pleasure drives you mad. You don’t even know what’s going on anymore. “So clingy… I could use that to my advantage, you know? You’re lucky I’m a good brother, any other guy would hurt you. Not me, never me. I want you to be happy with me. Are you happy?”

He’s rambling, you wish you had it in you to tell him to relax. Or to tell him to shut the fuck up and get on with it already. All you can do is moan out his name, tugging at his shirt so he’ll kiss you. “Den, please, fuck!”

Thankfully he gets the hint, shifting so he can give you a kiss. It’s sloppy, your teeth clash together and there’s saliva everywhere but neither of you care. You moan again as he practically spits in your mouth, you feel him smirk in response. “You like that? You like it when I treat you like shit? Want me to spit on you again?”

“Yes! Yes, Den, I want whatever you’ll give me!” You whine, almost incoherent as his thrusts somehow get more aggressive. You’re definitely going to be sore after this.

He gives you what you want. Spitting on your face, it lands on your cheek and your breath hitches as you start to cry from how overwhelming it all is. He doesn’t stop there, scooping his saliva up with his fingers as he drags it over your face, plunging them into your mouth so you’re forced to lick them clean.

“Yeah, that’s it… You look so good like this. My fingers down your throat and my dick rearranging your guts, just what my little sister was made for.” You moan around his fingers, eyelids fluttering as you try to focus on him. You’re really close. You’re never able to last long with him, he doesn’t seem to be able to go for much longer either.

“M’gonna cum soon,” He warns, hips starting to lose momentum and jerk wildly. “Let’s see if we can get you to have my babies, hm?”

You gag on his fingers at that, Dennis always has something wild to say. He’s made claims before that your pussy makes him say dumb things, but no matter how stupid they are you always find them so unbelievably hot. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth to allow you to pant for breath, using the wetness to play with one of your nipples just for a moment. Long enough to have you arching into his touch, he pulls away with a cruel smile.

“Why don’t you cum first, I wanna watch you fall apart.” You know you don’t have an option, he’s going to make you cum before he blows his load. Always liked watching you shatter from what he does to you.

“Y-You’re a pervert.” You gasp out, and he laughs at that, but he doesn’t dare deny it. He knows what he is, and he likes when you call him out for it.

“No need to be feisty,” He snickers, “Just do what you’re told. You know I don’t like it when you don’t do what I say. Make your big brother proud.”

Your body twitches involuntarily, you’re so close you can feel it. Another moan tears itself from your throat, and you can hear Den mocking you with a jeer. Copying your high pitched noises as he slams his cock in and out of you.

What does it for you is when he speaks again, you can’t tell if he’s mocking you still or if he really is that eager to get you off, “Sis, please, I really need you to cum for me. Pretty please? Don’t I deserve this?”

You’re cumming then and there, clenching around his cock so tightly that you swear you can feel every vein and inch buried inside of you. Vision going white as you tremble, so out of it that you can barely feel Dennis fucking you through it.

Luckily you don’t lose consciousness, coming to after what feels like hours but was probably only a couple minutes. Den is looking at you like he’s never seen something so stunning in his life, you ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you focus on him once more, he hasn’t came yet.

“Your turn, Denny.” You encourage with a quiet voice. He whines so pretty that it sounds like he’s singing a song. “Don’t you wanna fill me up?”

“Yes, yes. Yes, fuck. I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum, I love you. Fuck I love you so much. You’re the best stepsister in the world.” He blabbers, finally letting go. Ropes of thick white substance painting your insides and making you practically wail at the feeling. He fucks it deep inside of you, pace erratic and messy and he’s so out of it that all he can do is groan against you until the pleasure subsides, then he lays atop of you. Just for a moment as he catches his breath, wrapping his arms around your waist as he tucks his head under your chin.

“Feel better?” You ask, and he hums quietly in acknowledgment. Your hands find their way to his hair, massaging his scalp as he pulls himself back together.

“I’m exhausted.” He rasps out, you kiss the crown of his head. “I don’t think I’m done with you yet, though.”

You giggle, rolling your eyes fondly before responding, “You better not be. If I recall you promised you’d ‘play with my tits all night.’ Or have you forgotten?”

“Fuck no, how could I forget that?” He breathes, pinching your nipple crudely. “I’m going to ruin you all over again, don’t you worry.”

“Well… why don’t you let me up so I can drive us home then?”

“In a minute, I want to snuggle.” And how could you say no to that?

[adrianchasewife]

stepbrother!dennis x reader ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

smut, fauxcest, afab!reader ⋆˙⟡ beware this is kinda freaky !

.ᐟ I apologize for any errors, I didn't wanna proofread :3 @str4wbsstuff who wanted a tag and very much inspired this fic with their own stpebro!Dennis stories <3

wc: 2.5k

Summary: reader and dennis were step siblings for a few years, their parents breaking up while they were away at college, reader and Dennis meet again at the Pitt.

For a few years in highschool, your mom was in a relationship with a new guy, the first after she divorced your dad. He was nice, lived on a farm, had four sons. You only stayed every other week, spending the other weeks with your dad, who stayed single. Your stepdad's oldest two sons had already moved out, gotten jobs when you and your mom ‘joined the family’, but his two youngest were still home, although the slightly older one moved out a year later. Then there was Dennis Whitaker, he was the same age as you, and much quieter and nicer than his brothers. The two of you got along well, even though he was a bit funny to you, so different from yourself. You had a rebellious phase in school, stayed out late and went to parties, while Dennis stayed home all the time, helping with the farm. It took him time to warm up to you, but you had brought him out of his shell, which he was thankful for, which he would never admit. He would also never admit how he felt towards you, although it was hard to explain. He didn’t see you as a sister, more like a friend, or roommate. It didn’t help that you were pretty much the only girl he ever hung out with, the only girl who really looked at him. But he didn’t have the courage to say anything, especially when it felt so wrong, you being his stepsister. By the time you two got to your last few years of college, your parents had broken up. You were already hours away, pursuing your own life, leaving Dennis questioning if he was delusional, or you really looked at him in a special way, the same way he looked at you. 

There were awkward moments, multiple that Dennis would look back on and simultaneously groan from embarrassment, but also get flustered, stereotypical butterflies in his stomach. A few times he walked in on your changing, once while you were showering. One time, to celebrate graduation you dragged him to a party, a real one with beer and smoking. He was terrified, a party being so far from normal for him. But you were excited about him coming, and when he saw the outfit you put on, he had to follow. Dennis had never drank before, but he took shots with you and finished off lukewarm beers so you didn’t think he was weird. What Dennis didn't know is that you’d never think he was weird, and you were only tossing back so much alcohol to quiet the part of your brain that couldn’t stop thinking about his lips, and stupid curly hair. It would be years until the two of you found out your minds were in the same place, a dirty shameful place that you knew was wrong, but couldn’t escape. A place that felt warm none the less, of admiration for the other. 

A moment Dennis thought of way too much, one he would fall into as he touched himself was from the end of the party. Being responsible drinkers you got into a car with a bunch of other people, the only sober person being the driver, ready to take everyone home. Not many people wanted this duty, so the car was pretty packed, leaving you to sit on Dennis's lap. Not weird, right? You were step-siblings, you were close. But the car was dark and hot, with shitty suspension bumping you up and down onto Dennis's lap. You could hardly tell apart the feeling under you from your whole body buzzing from drinking way too much. But you knew it was there, your mind flooded with thoughts, some dirty and perverted, actually mostly perverted. 

Once the two of you stumbled onto the house, you were overcome with the desire to kiss him, to say fuck it we aren’t blood related and we didn’t grow up together. But before you could fully rationalize it, you recognized the look on Dennis's face, he was gonna be sick. You push him to the kitchen, the closest place for him to throw up and he does just that, into the kitchen sink. This sobers the two of you up, just a bit, and you start thinking of what would happen if you did kiss him, after he cleaned up of course. Where would it go? Where did you want it to go, honestly? How bad would it be if you got caught. While you desperately wanted to feel his lips on yours, you also didn’t want to imagine your mothers reaction. And so, you take a step back, get Dennis some water and wish him luck. 

Dennis replays that night in his head, trying to decipher your face and actions in his memory, wondering if there was something there or he had serious problems. More often than not he imagined you had kissed him, or he grew a pair and kissed you. He preferred the scenario where it wasn’t a terribly awkward mistake, but sometimes he couldn't help but think of it going wrong, picture you hating him forever, moving out for good and never seeing you. 

Your mother had broken up with Dennis's father when you both were in college, so it had been almost two years since you last saw Dennis when you moved to Pittsburgh. You knew Dennis planned on being in the area, but he had been pushed way back in your mind, shoved even farther from the stress of a new job. A life changing offer all the way in Pittsburgh, which you took immediately, praying to get away from the midwest. Moving so far was a hassle, and so was settling into said job. Trying to jump right into your new job while also finishing up the last bit of college as fast as possible had you staying up for hours, chugging energy drinks. The mix of caffeine and stress had landed you in the emergency room, specifically the Pittsburgh trauma medical center. 

Your heart had begun beating out of your chest, way too hard and way too fast, and after it persisted after laying down you bit the bullet and went to the ER. After they took some vitals in the waiting room, the nurse got a bit quiet and had you onto a bed sooner than anticipated. So there you laid, heart still beating out of your chest when finally a doctor came in, doctor Dennis Whitaker. 

“Oh my god, What are you doing here?” Dennis said, rushing over to you, feeling your pulse. 

“Hey, just having some heart problems Denny, I- uh I think I'm fine though.” 

“Ok, your heart rate is 175, I need to do an ekg.” Dennis fumbles around, double checking your vitals, blood pressure, hands you a gown as he untangles wires. 

“Do I put this on?” You ask him, holding up the hospital gown.

“Yes, you’ll have to, uhm, undress from the waist up.” Dennis avoids eye contact, getting wires and a machine in order. 

You stand, a bit dazed, heart probably beating even faster. The worry in Dennis’s eyes starts to scare you, so you just turn around and take your shirt and bra off, putting on the gown before turning back to Dennis. 

“Ok, I need to put these stickers on your chest for the ekg.” It takes a second for your mind to register what that entails. You’ll have to take the gown off, the gown covering your bare chest. 

“Whatever you say, doctor.” You try to laugh, clear the tension. It’s awkward enough seeing Dennis after a while, so unexpectedly, but now he had to see your boobs, right up close. Great. 

Dennis makes some small talk as he puts stickers on your chest, some on your legs, things like ‘how long have you been in Pittsburgh? Why are you in Pittsburgh?’ You fill him in, heart still beating abnormally, the cold hospital air biting at your nipples. It felt odd being so exposed to Dennis, someone who was once family, but you told yourself it had to happen, he's a doctor he sees this stuff everyday. They're just nipples. But you continue to panic and note how dennis seems flustered too, most likely uncomfortable seeing you like this. But maybe not in a bad way, maybe a part of him felt a bit giddy. 

Dennis finishes the test and has a nurse hook you up to an iv for some fluids. A majority of the awkwardness has dissipated as Dennis fills you in on the results. He assures you that you're ok, just having some tachycardia that has gotten better with laying down and fluids.

“Do you guys know each other?” The nurse asks as she takes out the iv.

“Yeah shes my st-” 

“Family friend.” You blurt, cutting Dennis off. 

“Oh nice!” The nurse smiles, shooting denis an interested look. She had picked up on the vibe in the room, and what she suspected was not a sibling connection. But that's ok. 

Once it’s finally time to leave you and Dennis both hesitate, not wanting to just depart and ignore everything even more. Surprisingly, it’s Dennis who speaks up, and asks if you wanted to catch up when he was done with his shift, which you agreed to of course. He only has two hours left, so you tell him to just come over to your place when he’s off. There was no reason for that conversation to feel improper, to have an odd undertone, but it did. Something about you standing close to Dennis, telling him to ‘come over’ after his shift made him buzz, the same buzz he always felt around you. It made part of you flutter as well. 

Maybe it was stupid, Dennis asking to meet after work and you inviting him over. Because after just one drink, he was on top of you on the floor of your air bnb, kissing you like he was starving. Something seemed to connect in your brains during the two hours you were apart, because once he showed up you finally accepted the truth, the same for him. You both accepted that you were more than step siblings, family, for a long time. For so long while you lived together he would push out perverted thoughts of you, ashamed he could think such things of his step sister. He couldn’t help but stare too long, especially at places he shouldn't and give into the temptation of peeking into your room when he thought you would be changing. And you noticed him staring, you knew boys. And while typically you would slap a guy for staring at your tits, for some reason when Dennis did it you liked it, intentionally packing tank tops and short-shorts when it was your moms week. 

Dennis pulled at the hem of your shorts as he nibbled at your neck, his pent up lust and fantasies taking over his brain. He just wanted you, every inch whatever he could get his hands on. He’s grinding his hips into you as you tug at his hair, pressing his face into yours, the sounds of kissing becoming obnoxious. You shove him away, legs wrapped around his waist so he can't leave as you push his shirt up his body that he throws off, ducking back down to kiss your chest. He leads a hand up your shirt, to your bra, his other hand snagging his belt. The intensity of the situation blinds you both, and you bring his hips closer into you as he shoves his hand up under your bra, grabbing and squeezing. Neither of you can form a proper thought, let alone speak coherently and so you continue grabbing and pulling until the both of you are down to just your underwear. Dennis kisses you intensely, leading his mouth down your body as you wonder where this Dennis came from. This was different then the Dennis you knew, the Dennis that was your step brother who was quiet and sweet. Now he was leaving tender hickeys down your body, his hand trailing your inner thighs which radiated eager heat. You lose yourself in your head for a second, and then you realize Dennis has tugged down your underwear, finally lifting his head up and away from you, breathing fast and hard. Without thinking you reach your hand out to him, grabbing his hand and pushing his head down, straight to your cunt. He gets straight to it, taking the hint of you practically shoving him into you. He takes long licks up you, gradually pushing his tongue further, causing your hips to jolt up as he just barely grazes your clit. He lightly sucks your clit as he circles a finger around your vagina, free hand grabbing onto your ass hard enough to make it red. It’s not like dennis had much experience, he didn’t really know what he was doing, but he had spent so many nights imagining this scenerio, thinking of how he would kiss you, how he would focus his tongue on your sweet spot as he softly fucks you with one, then two fingers. Just his pure imagination over the years was enough of a guide to leave you squealing. Dennis never thought his seemingly sick perverted thoughts of his step sister would truly play out, but here he was. He almost winced in pain as you tugged at his hair, back arching as you tried to keep your moans quiet. He shoved a second finger into you. He was getting off on just your moaning, the sound of his mouth on you, the taste of you. He felt like the tiniest sensation would send him over the edge, taking pure pleasure from eating you out. Dennis grinded his dick into the floor, his damp boxers the only thing protecting him from rugburn. He couldn't help but gasp and groan, trying to stay focused on you, but it was almost painful how hard he was. You started to temple beneath him, your upper back rubbing harshly on the carpet, you were almost there. Dennis took his two fingers that were inside you, curled them slightly and practically pounded into you, sucking hard all while he humped the floor. You cover your mouth with your hand, which was pretty useless in quieting you moaning, almost screaming and whimpering as you cum. This pushes Dennis, he pumps out hot cum into his boxers, still whining into your cunt and gripping on your ass. 

It takes a few moments for the two of you to properly breathe, your bodies shaking and sprawled out onto the sweat stained floor. Your lust clouded minds begin to clear, but instead of panicking or feeling disgusted, the two of you can't help but smile. You look at each other, your foreheads dripping sweat and you just laugh, feeling relief. After years of stealing glances, perverted thoughts, shame of thinking such things of your step sibling you finally just did it. 

[str4wbsstuff]

AHHHHH MARI APPROVES OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO GOOD. LIKE SO SO GOOD, THANK U FOR SHOWING UR TALENT!!

[callsign-shimmer]

need more, pathetic stepbro dennis, maybe he’s begging you to just see you naked. that’s all he swears just wants to see and you being weak to his sweet stare agree. waiting until the house is empty to bring him into your room and shyly stripping your clothes off for him to see.

and suddenly “just looking” turns into “please let me touch you just a little”

18+ content

Stepbro!Dennis has been itching to touch you; his sneaky glances of you as you shower or change are just not doing it for him as much anymore. He wanted to see you fully naked—standing still in front of him so he could commit every detail to memory. He was becoming obsessed, and he figured asking wouldn’t hurt.

You knew about the peeping he did on you, but you didn’t care. You found it kind of flattering—even adorable sometimes—when you would catch his eye through the crack of a door. So when Dennis came to you one day whining, “Can I please see you naked?” with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever—well, it was hard to say no.

One day when everyone is out of the house except for you two, you let him guide you to his room. He stands there nervously for a moment before you speak, “Are you going to take off my clothes, Denny?” you smile teasingly. “Yeah—yeah—I just—I’m a little nervous,” he admits with an awkward chuckle. “It’s okay, c’mere.” You hold out your hand for him to take, guiding him to your shirt when he does. “We can do it together, yeah?” He nods in response.

He steps close to you and brings his other hand to the bottom of your shirt before carefully pulling it off you. He lets out a breath at the sight of you in your bra, reaching forward before hesitating. “Can I take it off?” he asks, looking you in the eyes. “Of course... I want you to,” you respond, getting a little antsy yourself. He reaches behind you, his hand finding the clasp, and he struggles a bit before the hooks finally slide out, the bra coming loose.

You let him slide it off, your boobs now on display as it hits the ground. He sucks in a breath, hands twitching like he’s itching to touch you. “You’re so beautiful,” he mutters, almost as if he were talking to himself. You smile, reaching out to touch his face. “Thank you, Den.” He smiles back, moving his hands to your waistband, biting his bottom lip.

You nod at him, moving your arm down so he has room. He slowly slides your pants off, his fingers brushing all the way down your legs as he does so, the action making you shiver. You step out of the pants and stand before him in just your underwear; he marvels at the sight of you. “Can I touch you, please?” he whines, and you think about it—for too long apparently because he’s begging, “Please? I’ll be good.”

Your cunt throbs at his persistence, and you cave. “Yeah—okay, Denny, you can touch me.” He lets out a breath of relief, saying, “Thank you so much,” under his breath before his fingers come in contact with your skin. His fingertips dance over your tummy, and you giggle a little when it tickles you, making him laugh. He then uses his whole hands, stroking over your waist and up to your boobs.

He’s incredibly gentle with you, fondling the soft skin and watching for your reaction. Your nipples harden under the touch and slight chill of the room, causing him to bite his lip in satisfaction. “Dennis,” you murmur softly, and he catches your eye before you both lean in, your lips meeting in a heated kiss, his hands gently squeezing your boobs. You squeak and giggle as you pull back.

“You’re so pretty; have I told you that?” he teases as he rubs his hands up and over your shoulders. “Maybe once or twice—but I’m still not fully naked, you know,” you grin. He stutters at that, his gained confidence halting for a moment. “I know,” he starts nervously, “I just—I’m not sure if I can hold myself back… seeing you like that.”

“It’s okay, I trust you,” you tell him, moving to pull lightly at one of his curls. He takes in a deep breath, nodding, before trailing his hands back down your stomach, rubbing his fingers over the light strip of hair leading under your panties. Finally, he pulls them down, bending his knees to slide them all the way down to your feet. When he glances up, he’s in perfect line of sight with your cunt. “Holy fuck,” he blurts out before his hands move to grip your thighs.

Looking down at him nervously, you can’t help but sigh in relief when he looks up at you with pure lust in his eyes. “Please—please can I kiss her? She’s so pretty,” he begs, practically salivating at the thought of getting his mouth on you. “Jesus—yes, please,” you hum, almost vibrating in want. He dives in quickly, softly kissing at the hood of your clit before sucking it into his mouth, his nose rubbing against your pubic hair.

You both moan in tandem, and your hands fly onto his head to stabilize yourself. “Dennis—” you groan as he licks up your wet hole and smears it over the rest of your cunt. “Tastes so fucking good,” he blabbers, completely losing himself in you. You start to fuck his mouth, grinding against his face and pushing his head into you. He moans loudly against you, the vibrations making your eyes fall shut and lips go slack.

You cum soon after that, his name falling from your lips like a mantra as he grips your ass to help keep you from falling over. You breathe heavily as he pulls away from you, looking down at the sight before you. His eyes are big, his mouth drenched in your juices, and his breathing shallow and exasperated. “I love you,” he finally speaks. You laugh softly, stumbling over to his bed to lie on your back with a dreamy sigh. “I love you too, Denny,” you respond as he moves to lie down with you.