Hi, I’m sorry for this but there’s a serious issue going on within the fandom but there’s barely any posts giving awareness about it in Tumblr. For everyone’s awareness, please block and do not engage with @/cullenedward
This person sadly has a massive following on tiktok and has been deleting comments in their videos (informative comments that bring up that person’s harmful behavior through google docs receipt.)
It is already concerning because their parasocial behavior includes stalking Wilson Bethel and searching up images of his family by following the actor’s family accounts which he keeps private from the media.
yes! i know about this and it's really disgusting. their name on twitter and tiktok is 'hans is dexing it'. not only have they stalked wilson but they are homophobic, misogynistic and racist. don't send them hate or give them attention, just block and report. wilson's team has already been notified of this and they should be taken to court.
summary: After your fancy, candlelit dinner date, you and Dennis return home wine drunk and all worked up. It's late and you have neighbours, but Dennis isn't done showing you just how much he loves you.
tags/warnings: smut, tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, disgusting amounts of kissing, pet names (baby, honey), fem!reader implied, handjob, face-riding, unprotected sex, creampie (i wish there was a sexier word for that damn), technically pt.2 of Date Night but can be read alone
word count: 2.9k
The elevator’s metal walls press a biting cold against your skin and Dennis’ body presses a mind-melting warmth. As you ascend, his tongue laps into yours and his voice hums in the back of your throat. Heat radiates from his face, his hands. They roam up and down your waist, then squeeze your thighs around his hips. They gather your clothes until the fabric bunches in his fists. He grinds against you slowly and your hands tangle into his hair. You don’t even notice that you’ve rumbled to a stop until that swooping sensation in your gut signals that the elevator is on its way back down. Dennis pulls back and you look at each other, snickering like idiots as you reach the ground floor.
He swallows, glancing around and laughing harder when he catches sight of himself in the elevator’s mirror. He pushes the button for your floor, still blinking himself back into reality. “So, we should wait, right?”
“Yeah. It's only six floors.” You adjust your dress until the fabric is only slightly less conspicuously crumpled and take his hand. “We’re not animals.”
The hand-holding remains innocent for all of thirty seconds. First, Dennis’ thumb is stroking the back of your hand. Then he’s glancing at you sideways, with bleary, heavy-lidded eyes and a smirk tugging at his lips. You notice what your frantic fingers have done to his oh-so carefully styled mullet and reach over to brush through the curls again, albeit this time with more self control. To his credit, Dennis does let you gently scratch his scalp for a second, before grabbing your arm, bringing your wrist to his mouth and pressing slow, deliberate kisses up to your shoulder.
When he gets to your lips, you whisper, “Only two floors left.”
Quietly, he whines. “You can wait that long?”
You gesture to the elevator doors as they slide open, to yet another empty floor. Dennis is nodding like he understands, yet his hands are sliding down your back and he’s nipping gentle kisses along your jaw. The achingly slow ride that finally brings you to your front door is spent with his mouth clamped to your neck and your hips rolling into his. You break only to stumble into the hallway, then kiss all the way inside. It takes the thought of you both, naked and oblivious in front of an armed robber, to remind you that you haven’t even locked the front door. You push Dennis away and he whines again.
“Quit crying, you big baby.”
Already undoing his tie as he walks away, he calls to you from the bedroom. “Baby! I miss you, where’d you go!”
He keeps up his yelling, voice a little slurred, until your heels are knocking against the ground towards him. Instead of taking them off, or changing your clothes, or doing any of the things you were thinking about thirty seconds ago, the sight of him makes you slow to a halt. He’s laying sprawled on the bed, tie loose and jacket off. He’s had the good sense to take his shoes off as well, but his feet are still planted on the floor. You walk a little closer to stand over him, pouting.
“All that sitting around and eating delicious gourmet food really knocked you out, huh?”
“All that gourmet drinking, too.” He chuckles, pulling his bottom, wine-stained lip between his teeth.
“Yeah?” You lower yourself to sit by his legs, head resting on his thigh. “You just wanna go to bed?”
As you speak, you run a finger along the inseam of his dress pants. His body responds immediately, hips twitching upwards so slightly you would’ve missed it, if you weren’t ravenously watching his every move.
“Well,” he chuckles again, breathier this time. “I didn’t say that.”
You join him on the bed, running a hand along his thigh until he sits up too. He watches your hand’s movements with a gentle, satisfied smile. “So, how are you gonna torture me now that we don’t have anywhere to be?”
You scoff playfully. “Torture? I thought you were having fun, mister.”
Dennis’ eyes flutter shut as you go back to playing with his curls. He leans closer and kisses your cheek, nodding. “Tons. Can we have some more fun, please?”
“Not right now. You’re fucking filthy.”
Eyes still closed, Dennis furrows his brow. You continue running your nails against his scalp and speaking into his ear. “I’m supposed to fuck you when you’re covered in my lipstick?”
He shivers and lets out a shaky breath. You take a moment just to watch him as he opens his eyes, eyelids still heavy–at this point you can’t tell if it’s more from arousal or exhaustion–and breathing shallow.
“We should probably clean you up first, huh?”
Immediately, his gaze gains a newfound clarity. Eyebrows raised and lips parted, he nods fervently and a drunken giggle bubbles up behind your sternum. Though it quirks your lips into a mischievous smile, you manage to quell it long enough to hold out your hand and order, “Spit.”
He springs into action, unzipping his pants for you and leaning back on his hands. As one of your hands palms him through his boxers, he does as he’s told and spits into the other. You continue teasing and his hips jut upwards.
“Come on, honey.” His breathing stutters. “You already messed with me tonight, can’t we just–”
He cuts himself off with a shaky gasp as you apply more pressure. You lift his boxers to peer at the dark lipstick stains all over his skin, then take the hand he spit into and begin to slowly pump it up and down the length of him. His eyes close again and he nods to himself, biting his lip in an effort to keep his hips still.
“Thank you,” he whispers. “God, baby–thank you. That feels good.”
Though you keep your strokes long and slow, your grip stays firm, watching as Dennis’ own spit swipes away every mark you left before the date. His breathing comes shallow and short, chest heaving.
“Fuck, baby. Could you–shit–slow down a little?”
“Why?” Your grip tightens further. “It doesn’t feel good?”
“No, of course it does,” his breath hitches, “I just–I want a chance to enjoy it.”
“Oh, come on.” You lean in and kiss his cheek, peppering his face with what’s left of your lipstick. “Is my pretty boy gonna cum already?”
Dennis whines and nods, already throbbing and twitching in your hand. “I’m sorry, I really can’t–”
With that, he spills all over your fingers, giving you a rasping, drawn-out moan when you don’t stop. He whispers your name and cups your face in his hands to kiss you deeply.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats, whispering against your lips. “I just–I’m so sorry. You just look so good tonight, and…Kissing you in the elevator…And the way you were looking at me the whole car ride here…”
Also, probably, the way you insisted on just-barely grazing your fingers against him under the table as he was getting the bill. Maybe the filthy things you whispered in his ear while you waited to be seated. Honestly, since leaving the apartment, it’s a wonder he’s had the self control not to try ripping your clothes off at every second. Your thighs clench and you curse yourself for finishing him off so quickly. Busy covering his reddened face with his hands, Dennis misses it.
“It’s okay,” you let out a giggle, pulling his hands away. “You can make it up to me. Right?”
He doesn’t miss a beat, nodding and wrapping an arm around your waist. Initially gentle, he trails kisses down your neck and gropes your chest. When your nipples are hard between his finger and thumb, his touch gains an urgency that sends waves of heat flushing across your body. As he continues to play with your nipples and lavish you with kisses, he lets you slowly push him onto his back. You straddle him and he runs his hands along your thighs, eagerly looking you up and down. By the time you’re hovering over his face, his mouth is already open and panting. The kisses he leaves along your thighs are wet and open-mouthed and he mutters a string of delirious compliments, practically to himself.
“So fucking pretty. I can hardly believe you’re real, you know?”
“Well, here I am,” you joke, giving him goofy jazz hands that he can't even see.
“And thank God.” He’s speaking right against you now, breath warm and lips brushing against sensitive skin. After a few soft, experimental kisses, he’s done talking. All he can do as his lips push against you is moan. Soft pants devolve into keening whines as you sink further onto his face and his tongue presses deeper into you. His nose brushes against your clit and his hands can’t seem to decide whether they’d rather grope your thighs or reach back up to your tits. The result is his touch all over you, frantic and heavy, while he laps up everything you have to give.
Eventually, his arms settle around your thighs, tugging you down so hard you’re almost certain he can’t breathe. He doesn’t stop though, not for a second. As you grind against his face, the only sounds are your moans overlapping and the filthy, wet sounds coming from between your legs. Just as you’re getting close, Dennis pulls back and returns to kissing your thighs.
“You’re perfect, baby. You’re…Oh my God, you’re so hot. So fucking perfect.”
Looking down at him, you cock your head and hold back yet another flustered, drunken laugh. “You hadn’t mentioned it.”
With somehow more intensity than before, his tongue pushes into you and you cry out his name. Through gasps, you just about manage to get out, “That’s it baby, just like that.”
Dennis moans into your skin and grabs your hips, lapping at your pussy with even more fervency than he kissed you with in the elevator. Your back arches on top of him and your hand finds purchase once more in his hair, though this time you tug so violently he lets out a deep, languid moan. He doesn't stop until you’re chanting his name under your breath and letting off a mindless string of profanities. Your thighs clench around his head and his tongue slows but he brings his hand to your clit, drawing soft, consistent circles with his thumb. The wetter he gets you, the more hungrily he groans, until you’re gushing all over his face and your thighs are shaking a little.
He holds you through it, thumbs now rubbing soothing circles into your skin. One hand on your thigh, the other gently rubbing your waist. He plants one final kiss between your legs, before letting you get off him.
“Do you get better at that every time?” you ask, pulling him into sitting. He just gives you a dopey grin and you go back to kissing, sitting in his lap as the syrupy looseness of the afterglow moves through your limbs. You kiss until your lips are sore, then break to ghost your lips across each other’s skin. Dennis whispers into the hollow of your neck, “I need to fuck you so bad.”
A lazy chuckle comes deep from the back of your throat and as you throw your head back, he takes the opportunity to lick a stripe up your neck. Already, his hips are grinding into yours again. You’re pressed close enough to feel him get gradually harder but you tug on his tie, still hanging loose around his neck, to bring him closer.
You swap places, so that you’re underneath him as he strips off your dress. Agonisingly slow, he pulls the straps from your shoulders, leaving a trail of kisses in every spot the fabric covered. He goes even slower when he gets to your chest, mouthing at every inch of skin before his tongue, wet and hot, swirls around your nipple. By the time he’s tugging the dress over your ankles, you’re as wet as he is hard and arching up towards him with a whine.
“So this is payback, is it?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Proving your suspicions right, he goes back to kissing your legs, holding one over his shoulder so your heel digs into his back. Just as he seems about to go down on you again, you grab a violent fistful of hair. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“Why?” His mouth hovers between your legs and he looks up at you with a smirk.
You lean up on your elbows and squint. “You’re kidding.”
“No, I’m not.” Dennis keeps your legs wrapped around him but comes up to kiss your shoulder, looking down at you as you unbutton his shirt. “Say it.”
“You want me to beg to fuck you?”
“I didn’t say that,” he chuckles, kicking his pants off and letting you pull off his boxers. Even though he’s trying to mess with you, he just can’t help himself. He gives you another deep kiss, tongue sliding slowly inside your mouth, and grinds against you. The moan he lets out, just from feeling how wet you are–it’s a wonder you don’t cum right there on the spot.
“Tell me what you want,” he mutters in your ear.
“You wanna hear how bad I need you, baby?” You roll your hips upwards and he gasps. “‘Cause I do, need you so bad. Fuck, Dennis. Can’t you feel that? How fucking wet you make me?”
You wrap your arms around his neck, closing your legs tighter around him so he has no choice but to feel you, wet and warm around his dick. He lets out another choked gasp and you force him closer. “I’m so mean, huh Den? Teasing you all night, making you wait for just this.”
He nods and with your hands back in his hair, soothing and hypnotic, just the way he likes it, you keep going. “Well, I think you’ve earned it. I think you’ve been so good, you should get to fuck me until I can’t think at all.”
Dennis groans at that, louder than he’s been all night, pushing into you slowly. He stares down at you, mesmerised as you bite your lip and arch upwards.
“I’m so fucking full, baby. You’re so perfect for me. It’s like you were made to make me feel good.”
He moans, eyes rolling shut. “I was. That’s all–Oh man, I–fuck–I can’t even talk.”
“It’s okay, you don't need to. You know what I wanna hear.”
“Mhm,” he whines through his own bitten lip, eyes still clenched shut. His hips keep a dragging pace but he’s no longer doing it to mess with you. He twitches through every thrust, one hand planted on your ass, seemingly to ground him more than anything else. Desperate, keening sounds pour out of him, getting louder and more obscene the longer he goes. He’s trying desperately to last for you, but his pace is already flagging.
“Come on, baby, you can go faster.”
“But–”
“Don’t worry.” You force him deeper, heels digging into his back. “You can finish me off with your mouth, taste yourself on my pussy. Taste how you’re filling me up.”
Dennis’ groan in response is high-pitched and pained. He thrusts faster but sloppier, leaning his forehead against yours and breathing heavily.
“Ah–” he hisses through his teeth and moans your name. “I’m–Oh my God, baby. You’re so good, you feel so fucking good. I love you.”
Your body curls against his as the ripples of another orgasm begin to crest through you. “I love you, baby. Feels so good.”
“I love you,” he groans again. Over and over, as he drives his hips against you, he can’t stop saying it. “So much, I love you so much. Best thing that ever happened to me, oh my God. So good, baby, I love you.”
“Fuck Dennis, right there.” You pull him into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss and clench around him as he fucks you through your orgasm. He’s right there with you, sinking fully into you and cupping your face in one hand. You keep kissing as he fills you up, hips rocking together haphazardly.
“Jesus,” he mutters, planting a final, drowsy kiss on your temple as he pulls out. After a while of heavy breathing beside each other, he gets up, kissing your knee on the way.
You lay still as he gently pulls off your heels and as he leaves for the bathroom, you wince at the angry red marks they’ve left all over his back. He returns with a warm, damp towel and takes his time cleaning you up, ignoring every one of your apologies.
“Are you kidding? They’re a badge of honour. If anything, I wish you’d marked me up more.”
Even in your dazed state, this makes you smirk. Dennis notices.
“Alright, get some sleep before you come up with more ways to terrorise me.”
“You love it,” you joke, reaching for him as he returns from the bathroom a second time. He climbs back into bed and wraps his arm around you, sighing against the back of your neck as he curls up around you.
“Of course I do. I love you.”
“No,” you turn to face him, “I love you.”
“Maybe–” He gives you a peck on your nose and rubs his hand up and down your back. “We love each other.”
“You know what, Huckleberry?” He smiles at the nickname and you take your time running a finger over each of his features. “I think we do.”
“You think?”
“What?”
“If I’m not mistaken, my job was to make sure you couldn’t do that anymore.”
“Oh my God,” you laugh as he rolls over you, “go to sleep, you animal.”
You don’t sleep for a good while but when you do, neither of you can do it without a goodnight kiss.
A/N:
finally! i actually am not sure if i'm crazy abt this one but once the idea of pt.2 was put in my head...the voices the fucking voices! to everyone who wanted it, i hope u enjoy! wait also ik the title is oxytocin but if u wanna put something on to read this. Kiss U Right Now by Duckwrth is this fic's theme song, don't say i never put u on Xx
Thinking ab dating Whitaker while in college either finishing your bachelors or getting your masters like he comes home from a shift to find you on your shared bed with your laptop out and papers sprawled everywhere across the bed. Hair messily thrown up in a claw clip and glasses repeatedly sliding down the bridge of your nose even though you keep pushing them back up. He just stands in the door way to your bedroom just admiring you for a second, he thinks you look so beautiful like this, his smart girl. Obviously he loves everything about you but your intelligence doesn’t hurt either. God he loves it
“Sorry Den didn’t hear you come in, gotta big exam in my abnormal psychology class tomorrow”
He then sits on the edge of the bed while you ramble on ab the different chapters you have to study for and what topics you find particularly interesting. He never thought someone could look so angelic while discussing the symptoms of personality disorders, he’s so down bad for you
Sunshine!Reader, who always walks into the ED, humming some Lauryn Hill or Sade under her breath with that same annoyingly bright smile and confident walk that seems to stubbornly draw older bf!Jack Abbot in more than he already has
Sunshine!Reader, who has older bf!Jack Abbot trying some healthy smoothies, telling him that 'it tastes great' and 'it's good for you', that'll only have him muttering under his breath something along the lines of it being 'useless' and him being 'too old for this', even though he secretly loves it and the way she fusses over self care and, of course, him
Sunshine!Reader, who doesn't realise the way she's staring all doe eyed at her older bf!Jack Abbot who is quietly struggling to his composure, and the urge to not just kiss her and her pretty, plump lips senseless as he explains something to her
Sunshine!Reader, whose customer rating is through the roof from her softened voice and the way she always treats like a somebody instead of another patient she just has to deal with
Sunshine!Reader, who always remembers every detail about the people around her. Like the time she casually left exact Trinity's exact coffee order on her way into the ED, hoping it'd at least brighten her up a little -after hearing updates with her and Garcia- , which earned a shocked look from Trinity and a "How'd you know my order?", to which she replied with a shrug and a "You mentioned it before"
Sunshine!Reader, who has older bf!Jack Abbot practically folding for her. He acts all stoic, tough and sarcastic around his coworkers. But with her, he is completely and utterly whipped for her, listening and staring at her like she hung the stars for him, everyone sees it
Sunshine!Reader who has her and older bf!Jack Abbot's shared apartment smelling like fresh incense or candles with vases of fresh flowers and small pot plants, that she manages to keep alive after rough shifts, in every room and her pretty decorations littering the apartment that Jack absolutely loves
A/N. I don't know what to think of this honestly. This is my first longer.. whatever you call this. I don't know if I like this 😬
Guys, hear me out. Dr. Parker Ellis who absolutely gives those condescending praises that are degrading as she watches you with that hung smile and practically finger fucks your brain out 🫣
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