It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.
Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.
Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…
pairing; kim seokjin x f reader
au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov
words; ongoing
warnings (!) brief discussions about abortion, discussions about unprotected sex, mentions of vomiting, fainting, hospitals, anaemia mentions, medical procedures, graphic sex, mentions of parent death, toxic co-worker, allusions to narcissism, sexual propositioning, worry of miscarriage, minor weight mentions, a minor car accident, birth scene
𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 || a white satin Calvin Klein dress breaks the sexual tension between you and Ari Levinson as you attempt to leave for a date. sparking off an intoxicating air of possessiveness between Sunset Boulevards mayor and you, the daughter of his bestfriend.
𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 || 18+ nsfw, vaginal fixation (f receiving), daddy kink, fingering + spanking, age-gap (ari is forty-three and reader is twenty-two), jake is also twenty-two here, size kink, cum play, lots of making out, semi-hate//lust dynamics, panty kink, cursing, affair mention and repeated toxic marriage mentions, ari isn’t necessarily dark in this but he comes off vv possessive — minors do not interact —
𝑤. 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 || hello sweet cherubs this fic is finally here! this is my version of the Calvin Klein dress scene from Cluless! if you’d like to see more bestfriendsdad! works from me you may file some requests here on the exception of reading my writing restrictions. anyways, hope you all enjoy reading! — xox, rosie posie ♡♡♡
the moon’s silver rays shine divinely this night.
similar to shimmery shine of the highlight y/n l/n applies to her cheekbones but that magical light seeps through the open curtains of the y/l/n manor sitting room.
crystalline glasses of ancient scotch glow radiantly under the golden lighting of the milk and honey chandelier above two gentlemen’s heads. playing cards as they sip their expensive alcohol, snacking on pistachios and exchanging Ivy League memories with your fathers favorite Frank Sinatra album playing in the record player.
few cards in one of the grasps of the Mayor of Sunset Boulevard, Ari Levinson’s calloused hands, the other lifts his glass of scotch and raises it to his lips. taking a respected sip while clearing his throat, relishing the crisp cold of the ice cube floating in the glowing amber liquid.
in the chair opposite to Mister Levinson, with more than a dozen cards in both his grasps and a cigarette fuming in between his fingers is your father— or what he proudly prefers to call, his longtime pal that he just reunited with this early summer.
that has been through all thick and thin scenarios of boyhood friendship entering male adulthood. now sitting successfully and comfortably over years of hardships, with families and fortunes of their very own.
his long time friend, y/f/n y/f/l/n sighs, finally putting down a card he deemed useless after long moments of debating it’s use amongst his others. taking a pistachio from the small China bowl next to the deck of cards, he munches it in thought.
Ari examines the card, a Queen of Hearts to his realization and immediately he picks up from his pile. taking the Queen to complete the set of Heart royalty he puts all his cards down successfully with a deep chuckle. taking in your fathers amusingly defeated stance, puffing the remains of his cigarette before putting it out against the ash tray.
“you’re a bastard, Levinson.” your father grumbles yet Ari only responds with cocky laughs. humming along the next song that plays, recognizing the rhythm of the song as his black loafers taps against the expensive carpet underneath their sitting figures.
“Ari, I hate to confess but i’m in a blight disposition here.” your father grumbled, looking down at his cards thrown carelessly against the polished redwood table.
“of course you are, old friend. you just lost.” Ari chuckles, sitting back as he begins to take his tin cigarette box from his trouser pocket. realizing a sudden shift in the atmosphere in your fathers growing stressed mood.
who is not shuffling the cards to start a new game, not singing along the Sinatra lyrics he is so familiar with and certainly not engaging into any conversations with him on their grand past.
opening the glossy black case to reveal the thick cigars imported finely from Italy. taking one and placing it in between his lips, he offers the case to your father who ignores it. strangely so, for your father to deny a cigar from Ari. head turning over his shoulder towards the open glass doors leading to the white marble entryway of the mansion.
as if your father is waiting for someone, Ari could only wonder but he just looks over concerningly at his old friend.
Ari lights a single cigar, tapping it against the tin before taking the end to meet the playful flame. taking the other end in between his lips, the darkly flavored tobacco filling his mouth. entering and existing richly with an inhale and exhale, scratching his beard as your father finally speaks.
“it’s not the cards, I need some assistance because i’m in great need of advice. you do know of my daughter, y/n, don’t you?”
your father questioned, still drinking heavily from his polished glass, distressfully as he clears his throat here and there. with that it’s as if Ari Levinson’s heart stops pounding at that very moment. the smoke filling his chest and stills in the back of his throat, as he cough your father looks over.
Ari Levinson knows very much about y/n l/n, he knows you inside and out.
for how would anyone in this aristocrat town not know of you? you’re the princess of Beverley Hills, the very sunshine of the West Coast.
“of course I do, she’s a real special woman, but I don’t understand… what’s the matter?” Ari agrees subtly, grabbing his scotch glass. trying to relieve the sudden scratchiness of his throat and ease the pound of his chest with the cold alcohol.
before your father can answer the sound of the doorbell going off interrupted those upcoming words. looking at each other briefly, you’re father sighs and not a second goes by does your voice suddenly shout— “Daddy can you please open the door! i’m not ready yet and Jake is already here!”
those words alarm Ari, especially with that given word that he’s so used to hearing it between you and him. privately, with you on your knees and his cock in your mouth but of course as any other pristine girl— you’re a daddy’s girl in more ways then one.
“then the boy can wait outside!” your father bitterly shouts, and you whine at the top of the staircase. pulling at your fathers and Ari’s heartstrings but mostly at your fathers hesitant nerves.
“Daddy please! open it up for him!” your father sighs and rubs his temples, Ari just takes it as a moment to open the damn door himself. clear things up for himself since your father isn’t spitting whats bothering him.
walking to the front door, Ari opens the door and immediately before the man behind it can ring the doorbell again Ari is met with a tall, slender young man. sporting slick black hair and sharp blue eyes paired with obnoxiously large sideburns, a sort of confidence oozing out of him as he lifted his head up.
“well well well, you certainly aren’t y/n’s daddy. thank god for that.” he smirks, as he walks in and beaming those white teeth without introduction.
Ari is speechless, taken off guard with not just the boys presence but the coy remark that maybe wasn’t intentional at all. this is what’s going on, Sunset Boulevards princess got herself a little date.
y/n l/n has herself a little boy toy, Ari bitterly assumes.
maybe to relieve whatever emptiness in your cold heart that you need to manipulate and break with another innocent one. or maybe Ari is being to cruel, you could just need someone to fuck because he hasn’t done the liberty of that in weeks.
from that realization, jealousy enters the heart of Ari Levinson. glaring at the young man in the casual yet expensive beige two piece— he can’t seem to recognize the young man at all.
“Mayor Levinson, pleasant seeing you here.” the young man boyishly smiles and Ari immediately snatches the Tom Ford hat off his head before smacking it against his chest.
“she’s not ready yet.” Ari grits and walks back to the sitting room, the young man trailing behind with an offended scoff.
taking off the tan coat, a tight black shirt hugs his lean chest nicely before he meets his sights on your father. flashing him a charming smile and lending his hand out, “Jake Wyler, it’s an honor to meet you Sir.”
your father just stares at the hand and Jake just takes it as a hint to clench it himself and keep it to himself. “this is a nice pile of bricks you got here, Sir.” he speaks with the manners his mother taught him, analyzing the sitting room of bookshelves and the record player that still plays Sinatra.
“do you drink Mr. Wyler?” your father barks, Jake just stares at him unbothered, something his father taught him when in the presence of a man.
“nah, i’m cool.” he responds, taking his hat and coat in one arm as he glances down to his watch. wondering where on Earth you are because he cannot handle the knives being thrown at him by your father, speaking of him Jake looks back to him.
“i’m not offering, i’m asking if you drink. you think I give alcohol to schoolboy drivers like you taking my daughter out?” Jake is confused and hates to admit it, afraid but your father isn’t even nearing yelling his head off although Jake just nods his head along before shaking it no.
your father scoffs, going back to the cards that he is now shuffling. a break at least, from his state yet Jake makes another mistake— glancing to the Mayor of Sunset Boulevard - a town he and his family just moved to- for some support but is only met with a seething glare more furious then your fathers and a puff of cigar smoke.
still, Jake manages to keep his cool despite feeling himself sweat underneath the designer cloth.
“h-hey I understand, you’re getting this protective vibe and I completely get that gig.” Jake answers, of course to a question that was completely rhetorical.
he is only met with Ari’s deadly cobalt blues as he drinks from his scotch. “what the fuck is wrong with you kids these days?” your father snaps and Ari couldn’t agree more. “you think the death of Sammy Davis left you an opening at the Rat Pack?”
“Sir, what I meant- I didn’t mean to offend—”
light clacking coming from the first story staircase catches the three men’s attention immediately and cuts Jake’s apology short. with each step that comes closer in their direction, Ari’s heart thumps louder and quicker. with Jake’s curiosity getting the better of him, he gets closer and with that moves out of Ari’s way so he and your father can see you coming down the stairs.
like a star from heaven, you have a otherworldly aura that radiantly off you in soft motions. white satin wrapping your elegant figure beautifully, Tiffany pearls wrap your neck in a sophisticated form. creating a heavenly silhouette with Frank Sinatra’s lyrics of Strangers In The Night playing to your stunning advantage.
Heaven and all lovely things reach the tattered pieces of Ari Levinson’s soul, the image of you so captivating and ethereal. no one can disagree, that y/n l/n is an angel with angel eyes and an angelic smile. who can send anyone up to the pearly gates with the ease of a glance.
the crystal chandeliers in the homes shine brighter for you, yet you brighter than the moon itself glowing in the starry sky. Jake grins at you, speechless yet acknowledging you’re presence with an extended hand, which you take bashfully.
“handsome.” you greet him, a heart red Moschino bag in hand that you hold effortlessly.
“dollface.” Jake smiled, kissing your cheek before wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer for another kiss. “you’re stunning.” this time, he plants it cherry on your lips.
Ari grimaces, staring fully down at his wedding ring in spite. if only he would have told Jake that you weren’t home and you never wanted to see him ever again. Jake Wyler, a chip off the block compared to the power he holds is receiving the pristine privilege of feeling your soft glossy lips.
melting into the innocent kiss, you cannot see nor notice Ari, nor the envious thunderstorm in his chest only grows more sinister with cracks of thunder.
his head clouds with anger, jealousy— all things in ugly shades of red and green while he puffs away at his cigarette but he resides with his instincts. by all means, you’re father asked him what to do about you since he’s so stressed about this date, he’ll guide him into doing what’s right.
but all to keep you away from this boy is his true intention.
“you’re not gonna let her go out in that with a boy like him are you?” with that your father looks to Ari then back at you. “boys like him only are interested in reaching second base, never-mind respecting the woman.” Ari whispered your father heard enough and immediately called your name.
to Ari’s pleasure, you pull away from Jakes kiss and finally walk into the sitting room where he finally look at him. “yes daddy?” you ask but you’re met with serious stark of your fathers hues and to your disadvantages Ari’s gruesome smirk.
“what the Hell is that?” your father snaps, gesturing at your dress and you look dumbfounded. your father never cared for what you wore but as you realize who is in he room next to him, you’re sadly left with your answer.
who the Hell does Ari Levinson think he is?
thinking he can dictate whatever the fuck your father has to say when he’s just invited for a game of cards and a smoke. this man doesn’t seem to leave you alone, even when he’s the one who cut all the none attachable strings with you.
damn, you can still feel your heart bleeding out.
“it’s just a dress daddy.” you answer softly, resisting the urge to take your heart-shaped Moschino bag and hit Mayor Levinson’s head with it.
“says who?” your father counters, looking to Jake who can’t seem to get his hands off you to his dissatisfaction.
Ari himself would break the greedy hand that grips at your waist, fingers molded perfectly to clasp it and he curls his fingers into his palm.
nobody touches what’s his.
fuming cigar hanging in between his two fingers, his wedding ring shines a golden twinkle as the rest hold up the scotch glass. keeping yourself from trailing your eyes up those hands and to meet those fierce blues that once captured your heart not so long ago.
“Calvin Klein daddy, that’s who.” you innocently respond, Ari holds back a scoff at that but only continues to smoke away. sporting an amused, lazy smirk as you try to defend your case— to bad your fathers a lawyer and knows when someone’s bullshitting him.
“it looks like underwear. go upstairs and put something over it.” you’re father reasons with you gently and you just grin a smile and agree. “well duh daddy I was just about to.” you giggle.
it makes Ari shoot his glass down on the polished table, rather loudly, he excuses himself outside because he cannot take anymore of it. he’s knows he isn’t going to get his way, maybe not yet. so he walks away and it’s now— both of your heartbroken eyes interlock and oh there’s a similar burn of hatred and desire in your pretty mascara hues.
going through the halls but not before kissing Jake on the cheek, whispering a i’ll be right back before departing to the coat closet. shooting a deadly glare straight into the chambers of Ari’s heart when you ignore him. letting him see you’re all as you walk down the hall in that dress that’s thin as silk.
then he’s out the door and into the night, but you don’t understand why you feel so alone and hurt.
“take a seat Mr. Wyler.” you’re father barks, taking a cigarette from his pack and lighting it.
Jake immediately obeys and takes a seat, however you reappear with a sheer coat over your figure the upcoming minute. nowhere near covering you up but it’s enough to keep your father off your back. “Jakey, are you ready to go?” you ask but your father seems to answer him.
“Mr. Wyler’s going to stay here for a minute so I can clear a few things to him. it’ll only take a minute.” your father speaks, looking at Jake who is sporting sweat bullets.
huffing, going along with your fathers irritating procedure and say that you’ll meet him outside then when they’re both done.
opening the front door, you walk down the fine stone porch and into the terrace of ivory pillars that ground the grand four story house. glancing at Jake’s cherry mustang that’s parked at the drive way, you stay under one for the porch lights dripping in white lilypad light.
wondering when your father would stop pettily interrogating your date so you two could finally go out dancing. spend the whole night washing down cherry schnapps whilst those cherry lips and that candy red tongue of his trail everywhere they set when you two are hot and heavy on the dance floor.
a soothing choir of the night crickets, humming cicadas and the pleasing quiet of the luxury suburbia plays. it’s sweet and relaxing but you can’t help but feel a pair of eyes on you, reminiscing a growing feeling that you can’t seem to remember but feel so common to.
that is, you’re thoughts are interrupted once you hear a lighter flicker. whipping your head with a gasp you’re met with the tall broad shouldered man sitting at the porch swing, not swinging but sitting with his wrists at his knees, perfectly still and quiet.
scaring you enough to stop your heart from beating, you’re eyes meet the man you’ve fallen in and out of love with. large thighs spread and burley arms resting on the furnished chairs arms, you can smell the spice of clove and sandlewood in his cologne from where you stand.
just inviting you to sit on his lap, reclaim your throne.
denying him that urge, you only turn around and glare down at the large man with a cigarette between those ripe lips. “what are you doing out here Mayor?” the irked nature of your comment leads Ari softly smiling to himself.
oh did he miss that snarky attitude and more importantly, being at the receiving end of it for him to fuck it out of you.
“what? a man can’t enjoy a cigarette with the moon looking that beautiful?” his retort makes you scoff and roll his eyes, looking behind you to see the moon swimming in a pool of silver.
slowly, you turn your attention back to him. hoping with all your heart that Ari would choke on the smoke in that disgusting cigar, let it wrinkle his heart and suffocate his lungs. just so he will not stare you down with those heart piercing sapphires for eyes.
lighting the cigarette with his golden lighter, the cursive initials of My Beloved engrained in the metal. letting the blood orange flame engulf the end of the cigarette before letting go of the latch and covering it. puffing away in seamless curls of tobacco smoke, almost yearning to reach your figure.
as if the smoke was an extension of a open palm for you to take, but of course you don’t take it and you most certainly don’t give the satisfaction of even looking at him. “come on, princess.” he’s met with silence as his eyes met with yours, drinking in the cocktail of lust and anger coming to bloom.
the only respond there being is you holding your purse closer to, babydoll thighs rubbing over each other. that makes him smirk, getting a hand of his own and have it rub at his thigh. “c’mon, where’s my sunshine princess? where’s Daddy’s special sunshine?” Ari lowly but softly draws.
breathing out a cloud of cigar smoke leave his mouth and despite the hatred for the man you’re craving for him to blow it in your mouth. sit on his thighs and let those large rough hands roughly gripe your ass wrapped in the white satin piece. cupping his thick bearded cheeks as he seals the cotton clouds of Italian tobacco with a burning moonlight kiss.
make you forget all he did that tore you apart from the inside out, but even that won’t help stitch the fragments of your heart together.
“i’m not your sunshine and i’m certainly not your damn princess.” burning tears blooming in gloom within your Bambi eyes. the words are airy and laced with an aggressive undertone, encouraging Ari to take another hit.
“of course you are. even when you’re convincing yourself otherwise, dollface.” his words are spiked with aggression of his own, the use of Jakes nickname for you just a prop to get you to snap back at him.
but that’s the thing— he wants you to snap back, to yell at him, to get a reaction from you because jealousy is plain as first sight.
the same sight he has on you that used to be so pure and loving is now darken like the night. practically having murder written all over him. the shadows of those finely carved features of that gorgeous face tensed up as he glared at you.
a travesty how you both are here heartbroken over the span of an innocent summer.
“oh, oh! I finally see now, you disposed me when your precious marriage was starting to crumble but now that your little plaything is with someone else you’re finding significance in your deserved losses. jealousy, Mayor Levinson, doesn’t look good on you.” his respond is nothing short of a icy squinted glare and a few pathetic puffs of his stupid cigar.
“what, dollface? of course I would choose the stability of my marriage over a whore, and so what? are you jealous of Mrs. Levinson?” the condescending sweetness in Ari’s voice makes you grip the Moschino in your hands with a death like grip.
“as if.” — you walk towards him, well no one can say it’s walking when your pearly heels are stomping along the floor but you manage to be so composed yet deadly.
the anger of Aries inflaming the your raging urge for vengeance while Athena graces you with the ability of precise pretension. eager to cut a poor mans heart out from his chest and eat it out right for him to see you sink your teeth into.
Ari takes you, takes your tearing eyes of rage and agony for granted— with each step it makes him darkly chuckle when he finally gets a reaction from you. until you stop right in front of him, not in the middle of his thick thighs. even when you’re willing yourself to not kick the golden spot between them.
“your wife knew all about us. she knew herself what was going on when I accompanied you on those golf courses. she knew what you were doing when you excused us when I was over for dinner. she fucking knew what she found in your city office drawer wasn’t her underwear but mines—”
every word you spit out drips in stinging venom, each with the intention to seep into his skin and stop his heart from beating.
Ari could only manage a seething shut the fuck up but your counters are working since Ari’s heart paces rapidly in his chest on how you’re speaking of this matter so loudly for whoever in this plastic world can hear. especially with your father and that school boy still inside and being able to hear.
“she knows all about us, Mayor. your wife fucking knows and soon everyone will fucking know—”
“now is not the time to talk about this.” he barks, trying so hard to keep it at a whisper, a single hand of his rises to cover your mouth but you smack it away before you smack him red on his chiseled cheek.
“your fucking wife knows of me and about me, and she knows something else to, Mayor. she knows, that no matter what, divorce or whatever strings she pulls to make you stay with her that i’ve got you wrapped around my fucking finger and you cannot let me leave your pathetic fucking life—”
the statement is cut off with his hand wrapped around your neck. the same hand that displays the shiny golden band of empty vows that’s been torn to complete shred. bringing you down on his lap, lifting the hem of the dress and harshly stinging a sharp spank onto your ass.
once, twice, thrice; until you’re cries and whimpers are muffled into his hand.
“when I tell you to shut the fuck up I mean it.” Ari flares, hand still covering your mouth as you try to keep your cries to yourself as he keeps spanking your ass. “gonna bruise this ass all raw and sore, make it clear to that stupid boy who you fuckin’ belong to since you’re not sayin’ shit.”
taking handfuls of your ass, those fingers curl down around your thighs till they brush up against the wetness of your panties. “well, would you look at that. my princess soakin’ through her panties with just a few spanks? is that what you fuckin’ need? for Daddy to spank this bratty disobedient ass t’get yourself off?”
“no! let me go!” you shake your head as your eyes tear up, those tears dripping down onto his thigh but he only laughs at that.
mocking you in this state of ditzy pleasure and offense, the hand that covers your mouth is removed to reveal your cupid bows a hazard of smudged cherry lipgloss. it instead wraps around your neck, and with that action it leaves you wetter and wetter in seconds, making you grit your teeth on how you can’t control yourself.
those furious brows scrunch in their deadly form, tears stream and whimpers are finally heard and Ari kisses them away. leaning away from his touch, you have a hand in his hair and you pull his head away but you don’t expect the moan that erupts from him when you do so.
Ari drinks in the single dark stream of your mascara running down your cheek, a single finger coming to swipe it across your pearly shine cheekbone.
they say a real gentlemen ruins your lipgloss and not your mascara but Ari Levinson isn’t any other gentleman. kissing you breathless and wiping that tear off with the width of his thumb, simultaneously rubbing your cunt through your panties till you’re moaning eagerly and disapprovingly into his mouth.
“this little needy button is desperate for Daddy’s fingers, isn’t it?” Ari tasks as he kisses you again, tongue wrapping with yours as his hands find your tits pressed against his forearm. “c’mon princess, just say the magic words and Daddy can make the bad bad tingles go away.” still you hold your tongue and bite Ari’s bottom lip, making him growl as you grind harder on his lap.
“uh ah.” you whine into his mouth, curling your fingers through his thick amber hair till your fingers scratch against his scalp. a single one of his large hand glides down to pinch your nipple through your dress and he groans when he find out you aren’t wearing a bra at all.
“naughty baby,” he doesn’t know that he said it aloud but he goes to reach the honey-coated fruit between your babydoll thighs. you’re still protesting a hesitant but strong no, your cunt sopping wet and drenching everywhere from the way Ari’s hands grasp your tits.
Ari practically relishes in the way you squirm on his lap from the building pleasure. “why not dollface? you’re already making a sloppy mess on Daddy’s pants.” Ari taunts as he gripped the delicate cloth of your panties to the side.
“don’t you see it, dollface? look at that, look at your sloppy pussy fucking against Daddy’s thigh. poor little thing you are, you need to cum. don’t you?” making your head dart down as you see Ari’s thick fingers rummage through your slicked folds.
whimpering and moaning when the pads of his fingers circle slowly around your slicker pearl, teasing the ring of your hole just right that make you whimper. lapping up your saturation with his fingers, Ari smirks when he hears the wetness between your puffy pussy lips before savoring your whimpers that you try so hard to contain.
“it’s so easy to make you a needy slut when you’re in my lap sweetheart. no man can make you feel this way, not that stupid toy and no other man. get outta that head of yours and let your Daddy take care of you.” there’s no room for you to disagree when he’s stretching his ring finger in you, covering your mouth with his free hand when you gasp a moan.
that golden band wrapped around his finger cold against the velvety skin of your cunt, it’s disappeared completely with his single finger being knuckle deep in you. whimpers rolling from your mouth, secretly loving how Ari’s stretching your tight soaking walls.
“Daddy missed this pussy so much princess. missed how it feels ‘round my fingers, almost forget how your tight needy walls squeeze ‘round me.” fragments of incoherent rambles erupt from you that are muffled with Ari’s hand, you just moan and blab your mouth off as he adds another thick digit.
“so warm and wet, fuckin’ missed this sweet little thing.” the older man rasps in your ear, feeling the material of his trousers become tighter with each second his cock throbs. “—and maybe, if you’ll be a good girl and come on Daddy’s fingers. i’ll stretch you full of Daddy’s cock when you’re done dancing with your new boy toy.” a squeal yelps out of you when his hands comes striking down on your ass.
solely for the pleasure of seeing it bounce as you grind harder on his fingers. “how does that sound dollface? you’re gone cum for me? make a mess on Daddy’s fingers and pants? you really wanna get Daddy in trouble don’t you? have your sticky sweet cum all over me, you naughty fuckin’ whore.”
the pads of his fingers just increase their pressure, having you whimper and cry out into the palm of his hand to let you cum. “speak up dollface, you need to cum then you best ask for my permission first or date be damn—” he whispers before finally letting your mouth go.
“—i’ll fuck you full of my cum that your dripping all over to whatever sleazy club that stupid fucking boy is taking you to.” enjoying the breaks in your breath and the sweet little sounds of pleasure that fill the night air.
“please, let me come Ari. please I need to fucking cum—” you sob as his fingers scissor your walls open, your response is to only tug at his hair harder. crumbling against his chest from the pleasure until he pulls your hair to meet his gaze once again.
“no no dollface, haven’t you learned from the beginning I saw you? what’s the name you call me when your father isn’t here? what’s the fuckin’ name you use when my fingers are stuffed in your pussy and your grinding your whore cunt against my cock? use your fucking manners.” he seethes and it’s similar to thunder rolling.
“Daddy! please Daddy I needa come! Daddy pretty please.” you wail in his ear and Ari is close to covering that mouth again if he wasn’t so washed over by your sweet moans and whimpers.
“that’s what Daddy loves to hear dollface. go on sweetheart, make a mess on Daddy’s fingers. such a good girl, taking what Daddy gives you.” you’ve never been so scared in your life and Ari has never been so hard when you hear the talking inside come to a stop but never felt more excited for your date and your father to run in on you.
wrecked on your fathers best friends lap stuffed full with only two of his fingers in your cunt.
amusing the man who’s lifting his hips to gain some friction of your cunt against his bulge. although when you least expect it, he pulls your hair for you to look straight at him. the sounds of his fingers continuing to pump in and out of your fluttering walls so close to reaching its euphoric peak.
reaching all the golden spots that made you melt and that’s why no matter if you’ve welcomed Ari he’d always pull you closer with every come hither motion as he stretches your pussy with his fingers. the pleasure dripping out of your sopping cunt slathering onto his iron-pressed trousers, specifically his crotch that you’re grinding on.
“Daddy! Daddy i’m coming!” you whisper in his ear while attempting to hide your face in the crook of his neck. maybelline lips finding that sliver golden chain and pulling it between your teeth, licking the skin underneath it.
of course Ari doesn’t like that at all, despite the groans that hush out of him when you suck a raspberry stain against his bronze skin— he enjoys watching those crybaby eyes gloss over when you’re reaching your peak and he adores how you clench on his wide broad shoulders when you feel yourself cumming.
he loves watching you fall apart, just for him.
making you lock your eyes to his burning blues and you feel yourself slipping over the edge when his fingertips brush against that shiver of pleasure you’ve been keeping away for so long. creaming all over his fingers, his condescending praises fill your ears as he kisses your slightly tasseled hair.
shame fills your chest but you know your plan worked.
“there we go, there’s my messy girl. always making a mess, it’s alright dollface. Daddy likes it when you make a mess.” he rasps as he licks his fingers clean, moaning at the taste of you he missed.
that glistening gold ring he used to carry with loyalty and pride now coated sinfully in your cum. reflecting off the golden lights of the porch and you try to catch your breath, try to fix yourself up from the small wrinkles that form on your dress to the lipgloss you reapply.
trying desperately and ever so quickly to regain some form of posture while despising the cocky essence that radiates off of the ungodly man. big hands instinctively go to gripe your peachy ass and make you circulate your hips. feature light up in confusion yet when your sore and bare cunt rubs against his bulge, to his very intention and you scoff.
getting off his lap to finally finish up with a tiny heart shaped hand mirror in your hand. putting it back inside your handbag, you’re satisfied that you cleaned yourself up well but there’s one thing you forgot…
your panties.
turning around, you see the white lace in Ari’s hands. using it to clean off the excess cum off his trousers but holding the panties in his grip possessively. almost putting it in his back pocket when he believed you weren’t looking.
until you’ve taken it from him, spritzing it lightly with your perfume. taking the garment and holding it above his face, making sure that he gets a whiff of your perfume and the arousal that soaks through the cloth.
“go on Daddy, take them.” you smirk, waving the scandalous piece and rubbing the cloth slightly against his nostrils.
“just make sure Mrs. Levinson doesn’t find them this time.” dropping them in his lap, immediately afterwards with not a second to spare the front door opens and there you find your already tired date.
“—and just know this Mr. Wyler, if anything happens to my daughter I have a ‘45 and a shovel. I doubt anybody will miss you.” your father calls as Jake takes your hand into his sweaty palm and leads you to the sleek cherry beauty.
although you can’t help but smile that megawatt smile when you shout a cheerful goodbye to your father and can’t help but give a cheeky wink to Ari. smirking when you see him hide the garment in his back pocket, relishing in his glare and anticipating the next time your paths will cross.
but you are the daughter of his best friend and as you recall your father telling you, there’s a political dinner at the Levinson Manor to celebrate his re-election as Mayor.
and oh you cannot pass up that opportunity.
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i don't know if you're taking requests so this may be a long shot but what about something fluffy but emotional like a deaf!reader perhaps she's friends with clint and gets her first set of hearing aids and she hears buckys voice for the first time saying i love you?
this sounds so sweet. i have absolutely no experience with deafness but i've done some research to make this as appropriate and realistic as possible. hope you enjoy!
The Sound of Love
18+
Content Warning: Bucky x Partly Deaf!Avenger!Reader, slight angst, fluff, soft!bucky, mention of sex.
'I'd rather not,' You sign to Bucky, who's shoulders deflate at your words.
"Please?" He asks while signing back to you, giving you the puppy eyes you can't resist.
Wincing, you shake your head. 'I'm sorry, James. Too many people; not my scene. I'd rather stay in with you and watch stupid movies.'
Giving in, he sends you a small smile. "Alright, butterfly. Whatever you want. The guys really do wanna meet you properly at some point, though," He says.
'I've met them plenty of times before,' You argue, moving closer to him and straddling his lap.
"Fights don't count," He tells you, patting your ass. "They don't know anything about you besides your name and your powers, and they have to trust you with their lives every other week. Don't you wanna know them more, too?"
'I know you,' You sign stubbornly. 'I trust you. You trust them. I trust them.'
Knowing there's no budging on the topic, he sighs. "Fine. You win this time, but I will get you in the same room as them at some point."
Biting your lip, you decide to let him know the real reason you don't want to properly meet the other Avengers. 'They might... find it annoying,' You begin to sign, unable to meet his eyes as you tell him. 'That they have to constantly wait for you to translate what I'm saying.'
Appalled, Bucky frowns. "Annoying? There is absolutely nothing annoying about communicating with you, my sweet girl. Besides; most of them know basic ASL because of Clint, anyway," He reveals.
You're taken aback by his words and it shows on your face. 'What does Clint have to do with ASL?'
Your lips part in shock. 'What? I didn't know that at all!'
"Shit, I thought you did," He says. "He has a hearing aid; haven't you seen it?"
'What's a... what is that?' You question, tilting your head.
Bucky's face pales. "You- you don't know what a hearing aid is?"
'It helps with hearing, or something?' You guess from the name. 'I didn't know such a thing existed.'
"Oh, butterfly, I figured... I'm so sorry," Bucky utters, horrified at his own shortcoming. "I didn't... I should've at least asked, or- or figured it out..."
Ever since you and Bucky started dating four months ago, you've found that he's a man who's quick to take the blame for things. Big or small, the guilt comes easy and plenty for him, and you have to remind him that he's only human, and humans make mistakes.
Having been raised and trained by a strict HYDRA sympathizer who attempted to use your forcefield powers for his own personal gain, you don't know much about the modern world. You grew up hidden away, being taught to stick to the shadows because someone like you didn't belong among normal society. Even once Nick Fury liberated you and gave you a new beginning as an Avenger, you still kept mostly to yourself and didn't engage with many people at all.
"I assumed you chose not to use them," Bucky explains, utterly regretful. "And I didn't wanna be a dick and ask you why, or be selfish and ask you to get some just to make it easier for me to talk to you, or something."
'Let's go to the dinner,' You sign suddenly, giving him a small smile. 'I wanna meet them.'
Still riddled with guilt, he raises his brows. "Yeah?"
You nod, 'Yes. I especially want to meet Clint.'
A smile breaks out on Bucky's face. "I thought you might."
Bucky's hand tightly holding yours keeps you grounded, and you realize just how lucky you are to have found someone as caring, accommodating, and understanding as him. Ever since the beginning, he's been patient and protective, while allowing you your space and freedom to grow.
Muffled voices and vibrations fill your head as you look around the room, taking in the fancy decor. Bucky wasn't exaggerating when he said Tony lived in a mansion, and as it's your first time in a home that isn't a small apartment or a glorified cave, you're taken aback.
Natasha is the first to notice you, and you see her eyes light up as her lips wrap around the letters of your name. Letting go of Bucky's hand, you sign back a greeting, giving her a polite smile back. The others each say their hellos and how are yous, most of them having never spoken to you off the battlefield before - including Clint.
After a pleasant dinner consisting of you trying your best not to seem slightly obsessed with Clint, Bucky finally helps you get some alone time with him. You aren't sure what he says to him, but whatever it is makes Clint walk over to you with a smile.
'Hello,' He signs while saying the word.
You reply to his greeting, mirroring his movements as you feel your cheeks heat up.
"Bucky mentioned that you're interested in getting a hearing aid," Clint goes on to say. "Would you like to come with me? I want to show you something."
He takes you up a floor and to an office filled with tech. Most of it looks like stuff for Tony's suit, but there's a desk which Clint leads you to which you assume is specifically for him.
"I'm always breaking mine in combat, so I make sure to have a few spares," He explains while signing. "Would you like to try one?"
Your stomach flips at his proposal, and you timidly nod. He picks up a hearing aid from the model ear it's resting on before holding it up to you. You nervously move your hair out of the way before turning your head to the side, your heart racing.
"Alright, I'm gonna start with putting this part behind your ear, and then this earpiece goes inside," He tells you. "It won't fit perfectly, but I'll work on making you your own so it's more comfortable. Here we go."
Your eyes flutter shut and you feel him fiddle with it, placing it on your ear. A shiver runs down your spine as he gently slots it in. He presses a tiny button and your eyes instantly shoot open.
The distant sound of music from downstairs. Clint's breathing. Your own breathing.
"You okay?" Clint mumbles, but his amplified voice makes you wince.
'Too much,' You sign with a pained look.
His eyes widen and he nods, whispering, "That's alright. You obviously need less gain than me - I'll make you one that isn't as amplifying."
Your lips spread into a wide grin. "This is... incredible," You murmur, delighted by the sound of your own voice. Suddenly, a realization hits you and you grab his arm. "Call Jamie, please." You've only ever felt the vibrations of your lover's voice, and the prospect of truly hearing him makes you buzz with excitement.
Clint rushes out of the room, and the thuds of his feet make you grin. You walk around the office, tinkering with the pieces of metal and shuffling papers. It feels otherworldly to fully experience a sense which you haven't for so long, living with only dull, muted sounds for years.
After a few minutes, you hear it. His breath.
You turn to the door to see Bucky walking in with a cautious look on his face.
'Clint told me to be quiet,' He signs to you. 'Is it too loud for you?'
"A little," You whisper with a croaky voice, smiling at him. "Say something. I wanna hear your voice."
He walks over to you, smiling warmly. Reaching you, he takes your hand in his left and cups your cheek with your right, gently stroking it. Bucky leans closer, his eyes lit up with adoration. "I love you, butterfly," He mumbles sweetly, the soft timbre of his voice making your heart skip a beat. "I love you so much."
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, utterly taken aback by the way he can make you feel with such a simple phrase. "I love you, Jamie," You reply, grinning.
He rests his hands on your hips and pulls you closer before leaning down and kissing you deeply. The sound of your spit mixing on your tongues makes you giggle into his mouth, in turn making him pull away.
"What are you laughing at, my little butterfly?" He murmurs teasingly, moving his hand to your ass and squeezing it.
"Just thinking," You reply coyly.
"About what, hmm?" He interrogates you playfully.
You bite your lip, looking up at him. "I can't wait to find out what you sound like during sex," You admit bluntly.
Bucky snorts at that, holding you close to his chest. "Is that right?" He asks with a smirk. "You won't have to wait much longer to find out."
His naughty promise makes you laugh heartily, as your stomach flips. "Do you sound hot?" You wonder aloud.
"Oh, the hottest," He says dramatically, before his eyes darken. "You won't believe the filthy things I say to you."
"Jamie?" You begin, squeezing his arms.
"Yeah, baby?" He replies lowly.
You cling to him, feeling needy. "Take me home," You request.
He holds you tightly in his arms, smiling down at you. "I thought you'd never ask."
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I had another nasty thot, but about Justin Capshaw
NSFW below the cut 💖
"Ahhh! Oh! Aaaaa-Aaaaaah!! Ah! Ah! Ah! Haaaaah!" He moaned at the top of his lungs, his jaw was hung open wide as he babbled at the ceiling and drooled on himself.
Justin couldn't think, he could barely remember how to breathe. You were bouncing on his cock at such a sinful pace that he couldn't keep up. He didn't know sex could feel this good. Now, he understood what the big deal was.
You smirked down at your sweet little boyfriend. Those pretty cheeks were rosy and his swollen, spit covered lips were a love shade of pink. Still the picture of innocence as you roughly deflower him in his bed. He was gripping the pillow underneath his head as if his life depended on it.
"Good boy, Justin, oh you feel so fucking good," you moan sensually in his ear, letting your words push him further towards the edge. You knew what you were doing, you were overwhelming him and he was struggling to keep up. It was honestly so fucking cute.
He cries out at your words and tosses his head back, his hips weakly thrusting up, trying to match your rhythm but still too inexperienced to be successful.
"Aw, baby, tryin' to fuck me?" You coo, caressing his cheek and watching as his eyes flutter at the gentle touch, "you don't have to, baby, you just gotta let me do all the work then you'll feel good. Don't you wanna feel good, baby?"
He tries to speak but all that comes out are gumbled moans and words that make no sense. So he nods, his legs twitching but stay still otherwise. You moan at his compliance and ride him even harder, his twin sized bed slamming into the wall at a harsh pace.
Oh, God, the sounds were like heaven to you both. Justin never thought he'd be getting fucked like this, let alone by someone like you. You looked like a Goddess above him; your naked body grinding and writhing on top of him, clothes discarded to the floor, your skin dewy with sweat, your breasts bouncing and jiggling as you fuck his brains out, your face blissed out with a teasing smirk as you watch him closely.
"I'm gonna cum on your cock, Justin," you moan. Now, that gets his attention. He blinks dumbly a few times, trying to process what you've said. His confusion must be obvious because you giggle and repeat yourself.
Oh, fucking hell, you were gonna cum.
On his cock. That he had to see.
He notices your hand on your clit rubbing rough circles, and the way your hips shake desperately. Then you grab his head and force him to look at the place where you're joined.
The broken sob that retched from his chest at the sight of his cock disappearing into your sloppy cunt would have been embarrassing. He's never seen anything like it, but God, he wants to see it everyday for the rest of his life.
"Want me to cum on your cock, Justin? Hm? Want me to show you what it feels like when I cum around you, baby?"
He moans happily in agreement, nodding sloppily. It would have made you laugh at how pathetic he looks with his mouth hung open like that, but you manage to hold it back.
"Good boy, such a good fucking boy!" You moan, your nails digging into his scalp as you get closer and closer. "I'm gonna cum! Justin! Justin!"
You release with a cry of his name, your pace stuttering as you coat him in your cum. Justin feels it oozing down his shaft, your slick coating his balls and thighs. The second your walls constrict around him, he's following you over that ledge and head first into the dark.
He's never felt so fucking good in his life. The tingling sensation that pooled at the bottom of his gut fizzled into a roaring fire that burned through his bones rapidly. As each rope of cum filled you, Justin whimpered a pitiful cry of overstimulation. You were milking him dry. He loved it.
Before unconsciousness took him completely, he met your eyes with his own glassy ones and gave you the sweet smile you've come to love. You couldn't help but return it before you watched his eyes roll back in his head and sleep took him.
And so— from Virgin!Justin Capshaw, Nymphomaniac!Justin Capshaw was born.
FIRST, we give thanks to the OG @queenoftheworldisdead for the first ever Dennis fic I ever read (and still read from time to time). It is gold and it needs way more recognition.
I have no idea what the hell I did with this fic but it’s here and that’s what matters. I love reblogs and comments and I’m curious to see how you all react to this one…
Dennis Baker x Female Reader
Word Count: 3.5K
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language, a hint of angst, mentions of divorce and a bad penis, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of D/s.
Summary | A high school reunion puts you back into contact with the same loner you knew since eighth grade. As you come to realize, never judge a book by its cover.
Peeling off the adhesive sticker and applying it to the front upper part of your dress, the former cheerleader that sits in front of you gives you a curious stare as she chews on the end of her pen before pointing it at you.
“We took bio in eleventh grade, right?” she asks, tucking a lock of red hair behind her ear. “I think I used to cheat off your quizzes.”
You don’t think she used to cheat off of you - you know it as a fact, offering her a small, polite smile before she points a finger toward the hallway. It’s your high school reunion, something that you’d been talking yourself out of since you parked your car. It’s a morbid curiosity, you decide, heading down the hallway, music getting louder as you get closer. You never cared about most of these people and yet, you’re wondering what they’ve done with their lives, like some weird reality television spinoff.
All you want to do is watch people, grab a few drinks and catch up with a few others that you still keep in contact with and then leave. You were never the overly popular one, happy to fly under the radar when you were in high school. You got along with everyone, including the loners that didn’t make friends as easily as you did.
Loners like the one that leans on the bartop while he nurses a beer in his large hand and his tight polo shirt.
Summary: Dennis has never had much luck in his worthless life. Sleepwalking through his miserable days and lonely nights… until he met her.
Warnings: smut, misunderstandings, dating, dumb choices, fluff, angst, talks of divorce and cheating, bitchy ex-wife, Dennis being Dennis
A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut. No stealing, no reposts, no translations. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.
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Staring morosely into the mirror, the brunette straightened his glasses. Hair combed, beard trimmed, clean polo and khakis, he looked ready for work, even though he lost his job six months ago. Same time his wife left him for another man and sent him the divorce papers. At least it meant it was quiet, Gina wasn't yelling at him constantly. Reminding him what a pathetic failure he was and how repulsive she found him.
His eyes flickered down to his left hand, debating if he should take the ring off. It’s not like she was coming back. He reached for it but hesitated once his fingertips met gold. He couldn't do it… He should do it… He shouldn’t... He needed to. Well, if nothing else, he was good at giving up. The man slipped the band off his finger and sighed. Resolved to live the rest of his miserable life alone. Rock bottom, meet Dennis.
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Bypassing his former place of employment, Dennis headed straight to 'Back to The Grind' coffee kiosk. Standing awkwardly to the side of the queue, avoiding eye contact with the other customers, he awaited the arrival of his coffee buddy, Y/N. For the past two years, Monday through Friday, they would meet here in the pursuit of caffeine and conversation. Sometimes she had to run, but mostly they’d sit and chat until their cups were empty. Dennis enjoyed her company so much he kept showing up day after day, long after he no longer worked around there. It was all he had, all he lived for anymore. Just those few precious minutes of human connection.
Dennis checked his watch, 7:37 a.m., she was running late. Joining the line, he ordered for both of them, then sat at one of the nearby benches to wait. Ten more minutes went by with no sign of Y/N. You're a loser Dennis, she's not coming. With a defeated exhale, he stared at the sidewalk and took a large angry bite of his donut.
“Hey coffee buddy.”
Shit, she was here. Dennis looked up at her beautiful face, his eyes as big as saucers. Swallowing the large bite, he coughed out a greeting.
Y/N smiled at him. “I see you started without me.” She gestured to the corner of his mouth, “You have a little…”
Dennis wiped his face on his arm. “Thanks.” He handed her a cup and a wrapped pastry. “I got your usual, medium caramel iced coffee. They were out of croissants though, so I ordered you a blueberry danish.”
“Oh no,” she frowned, “blueberries and I do not agree.”
“Shit, I’m so sorry. I messed up your breakfast. I should have asked, I’m so stupid.” Dennis became visibly upset and continued to over apologize. Promising to get her something else and refusing to finish his donut.
“It's ok, D, really. It’s not a big deal.”
He buried his face in his hands, “I suck, I'm sorry.”
“Well I think you're pretty great, Dennis.” She smiled at him again, even though he couldn’t see it. “Hey, seeing as neither of us are having breakfast, how about an early lunch? Are you free?”
Dennis’ head whipped up, “For lunch? You want to have lunch with me?”
“Yeah.” Y/N checked the time on her phone, “Shit! I got to go, but can you meet me here at eleven? We can walk up the street to Charley’s, their food is awesome. Real burgers, not the microwave crap I know you favor.”
Dennis nodded, “I’d love to.” Saying their goodbyes, he watched Y/N rush off to work. He knew she must see him as a charity case. Who wouldn’t. He was broken and worthless and felt bad for wasting her time everyday. It was selfish of him. Still, he could feel butterflies flapping in his belly, knowing he’d get to spend more time with her. Having nothing else to do, he sat in his car and waited.
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Y/N slid into the booth, staring eagerly at the man across from her. Eyes tracking his hands as he picked up his food and took a bite. Smirking as his eyes practically rolled into his head, “Good huh?”
“So good,” he groaned out before continuing to chomp on his burger.
Chuckling, she began eating her own meal. “So how have you been, D? What ya been up to?”
Dennis shrugged, not wanting the conversation focused on him. “Not much… not anything really.” Making the mistake of looking at her expectant face, he found himself blurting out the things he tried to hide from her. “It’s true though, I wasted my entire life. Nothing to show for my 37 pointless years of existence. No job, no kids, no wife. I’m a big fat nothing.” He closed his eyes, waiting for the blowback of his confession. Startled when a soft hand enclosed his, giving a gentle squeeze.
“I'm sorry. I had no idea.”
She sounded so sincere, Dennis couldn’t process it. “It’s okay. It’s, uh, been a few months now.”
Y/N regretted bringing it up, but couldn’t help how her interest peaked. Her coffee buddy had never talked about himself this much. She wanted him to open up more. “How long were you guys married?”
Taking a deep breath, he spilled his soul. If she wasn’t laughing before, she would now. “Sixteen very long years… haven’t had sex in the last seven. Not that we did it often before that.”
Her eyebrows shot up, “Wait, you and your wife haven’t had sex in seven years.”
“Well… I haven't,” he let the rest of his words die on his tongue.
“Ohhhhhhh,” Y/N cringed, “Sorry I brought it up.”
“That's alright. It wasn’t much of a marriage. I think she was faithful for maybe the first three years. That or I was too in love to notice. After our 10th anniversary she didn’t even bother hiding it. Spent our special day in someone else’s bed and facetimed me.”
“What a bitch. You didn't deserve to be treated like that, Dennis.” She rubbed his hand before going back to eating. After a few minutes, a thought occurred to her. “I know it’s not my place, but I think you should take this as an opportunity to start over. Find a new job, new girlfriend. I could help you, if you want.”
Even the thought of trying depressed him. “I don’t think anyone out there will hire me, or date me for that matter.”
Y/N tilted her head, “Love the enthusiasm.” She took a sip of her water before continuing, “I think you’re a catch, D. You just need some practice. You’ll get your life back on track in no time.” Dennis could only offer half a smile. “Okay, first up, a place to work. I know your old job was in sales, but you never told me what you sold.”
His voice lowered as he admitted it was the sale and rental of porta potties. He worked there for 15 years and hated every moment of it.
“So something not involving toilets, then. There are lots of different types of sales jobs.”
Dennis shook his head, “Nobody wants to buy anything from me, not even shitters.”
She nodded, “No sales, got it. Umm, my department is hiring, logistics for big rigs.”
“Maybe. I’d hate to invade your space though.” With a weary sigh, Dennis finished the last bite of his delicious burger.
“Hmm,” she pondered over any positions that would suit him. “Oh hey, I know of an opening at a warehouse? Does something like that interest you?”
“Maybe.”
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No one was more surprised than Dennis when he landed the warehouse gig. He took to it like a duck to water. His strength and organization skills put to good use. Memorizing where everything went on his first day. His coworkers were friendly and his manager was fair. He actually looked forward to going into work. But mostly, he loved continuing to have his daily coffee with Y/N.
They were hanging out more often now, not just for coffee or lunch. Calling and texting at all hours, seeing each other after work and on the weekends. He talked to her about everything, and she to him, even gave him tips for reentering the dating pool. He wasn’t sad or lonely with her around. He forgot what that felt like.
Dennis was familiar with the term touch starved, and oh, how it fit him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone touched him on purpose. His wife hadn't let him near her in years, recoiled at his every attempt to show affection. But Y/N touched him willingly, openly, without reservations. He was undeserving of it, he knew, but he craved it so. Every hug, every handhold, every fistbump, he wanted it all from her.
Dennis was currently pacing through his kitchen. Y/N was on her way over to celebrate his divorce being finalized. She cheered that he was finally free from Gina’s horrible treatment and was better off without her abusive, cheating ass. He could feel the flop sweat start. Taking a paper towel, he began wiping his face and armpits. Just as he was wondering if he had time to shower, the bell rang.
When he opened the door, he was greeted with Y/N’s charming smile, her arms full with his favorite beer and chips. Helping her set her load on the kitchen island, he watched her grab two bottles, twisting off both tops, handing him one.
“Congrats on the permanent dissolvement of that bitch’s claws from your life.” She clinked her beer with his. Both of them took long pulls of their drink. Y/N looked him up and down, tsking at his stiff attire. “You aren’t really dressed for movie watching. Why don’t you go change into comfy clothes, I’ll set up the movie.”
A few minutes later, Dennis walked into the living room wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, “I feel naked.”
“Well I think you look great. Although I’m sure you’d look just as good actually naked.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
His whole face turned bright red. It was just a joke, he told himself. She couldn’t possibly be flirting with him. He sat down on the couch next to her. Popping a chip into his mouth before turning his attention to the television. Oh no, she picked a horror movie. Dennis did not do well with scary movies. He was going to make a fool of himself.
Rubbing his hands on his pants, his leg muscles painfully tight, Dennis did his best to put on a brave face. It lasted all of 20 minutes. The first jump scare had him releasing a blood curdling scream. Completely flushed, his chips thrown everywhere, any shred of dignity he feigned now gone. He was mortified.
Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, her hand over her heart. “You scared the crap out of me,” she roared before breaking into a fit of laughter. “Didn’t know there’d be 4D effects. Way to give me a heart attack.”
Wordlessly, Dennis fell to his knees and began cleaning up the mess. Waiting for a scolding that never came. He declined her offer to help him. He was just grateful she found the situation amusing. She was so forgiving of him. Once finished, he sat back with his feet perched on the coffee table.
“You sure you’re okay, D?” Seeing as how he only nodded in affirmation, Y/N decided he needed some comfort. As the movie continued, she cuddled up to his side, her feet leaning on his. Her white socks with black stripes next to his black socks with white dots. She began rubbing her feet on his, “Guess opposites really do attract.”
Dennis couldn’t take his eyes off the game of footsie. Feeling brave, he put his arm around Y/N’s shoulder. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck, her arm resting on his chest, sending his heart rate into overdrive. Dennis was a cuddler, but couldn't recall the last time he was with somebody like this without being shoved away. He felt comfortable, content. The movie was forgotten as her hand slipped inside his shirt, her fingers combing his dark chest hair. Gina always made him wax, it hurt, he hated it.
Looking down at his coffee buddy, he met her gaze with a fond smile. To his surprise, she leaned up and kissed him. He felt his brain short circuit as Y/N’s soft cherry flavored lips glided with his chapped ones. She slowly pulled away, leaving him with closed eyes and puckered lips.
“Do you think you’re ready to start dating? We can go someplace fancy, really wine and dine it.”
“Definitely.” Oh yes, Dennis was looking forward to this practice date.
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Dennis' stomach growled as he loaded his prizes into the freezer. He’d never won anything before, but scored big at the meat raffle with Y/N. His freezer was stuffed with burgers, steaks, pork chops, ribs, lobster tail, and the fridge stocked with his favorite beer. He made changes around the home as well. Threw out the million stupid throw pillows that Gina insisted they needed. Replaced the furniture he disliked, bought a giant beanbag simply because he’d always wanted one. Rearranged the rooms how he preferred, did anything he desired to make his house his. Anything of his ex-wife's left behind got put into a box and thrown in the basement.
The raffle was his second fake date with Y/N. Dennis was appreciative of her help and that she gave him a second chance. Their first date started out a disaster. He was so nervous he spilled wine all over her dress before their food arrived. She ran to the ladies room as the waiters cleaned the table. Dennis was inconsolable for those few minutes, certain Y/N would never want to see him again. He was shocked when she sat back down like nothing happened, only the deep red stain as a reminder. He thought he was in the clear, until he ended up choking on his dinner. The heimlich wasn’t needed, but the gagging and panicked noises he made trying to dislodge the food had the unwanted attention of the other patrons on them for a second time. It was decided it was best to skip dessert.
After embarrassing her twice, Dennis was sure that was the end of the practice dates. Y/N didn't want to go home though. They drove to an arcade where they binged on candy and she whooped him at every game they tried. Hopped up on sugar, they ended the night making out in the car like teenagers. Dennis was having fun for the first time in his adult life. Beyond thankful for her assistance and attention, he cherished every word and every kiss, wishing with all his might that it was real.
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“Woooo,” the enthusiastic couple practically kicked in the door to her apartment. Hooting and guffawing as they verbally replayed the events of the wrestling match they returned from. Bantering back and forth, “Your guy totally cheated.” “Nuh-uh.” “Mmhm.” “You’re crazy, you’re out of your mind. It was a fair fight.” “Cheater cheater pumpkin eater and I hate to tell ya, you are guilty by association.”
Cheeks hurting from all the laughter, holding onto each other for balance, Y/N felt the air shift. She began running her hand over his arm and onto his chest. “So D, it’s your first time at your girlfriend's place. What shall we do, hmm?”
Even though Dennis knew she was only pretending when she called herself his girlfriend, he loved hearing her say it. He decided to knock her socks off by grabbing her face and kissing her with a passion that even surprised himself. Y/N responded in kind, opening her mouth, allowing him to explore. She tasted like cherries, ale and heaven.
Y/N broke the kiss, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into the bedroom. “Ready to wrestle?” She bit her lip seductively and began to strip off her clothes. Dennis was hypnotized watching more and more flesh be revealed to him. He’d fantasized about this so many times, but never imagined it would happen. When she stood before him naked, he gulped, she was gorgeous. He couldn’t get his shirt, socks and pants off fast enough, but then he hesitated, deciding to keep his underwear on.
She yelped as he lifted her up a little too aggressively. “D, I swear to god if you actually bodyslam me…”
Dennis froze and gently set her down on her bed. “No! I- I’m sorry. I was trying to be sexy.”
“You're very sexy, Dennis.” She pressed her lips to his and tugged at the waistband of his white briefs, “Join me up here.”
As he climbed on the bed, he asked her to lie down. ”I want to worship you.” When she acquiesced, his heated gaze roamed her body. Fingers danced along her skin, marveling at all the places he wanted to touch, wanted to kiss. Like a siren’s call, her hardened nipples drew him in. Swirling his tongue around her peak, he sucked it into his mouth. Making a wet pop as he released it. Massaging the breast, and checking Y/N’s face to confirm her enjoyment, he continued licking, sucking and fondling her left side.
The heat of Dennis’ mouth made her other breast feel cold and lonely, it wanted attention too. She quietly mentioned to him that the other one was getting jealous. Dennis, embarrassed by his blunder, repeated his actions on the right boob before beginning to kiss down her body. He had to do this right. It had to be good for her. Shit, his hands were too clammy, his body was too sweaty. She was going to push him away, she was going to laugh at him. Dennis began second guessing himself, too afraid of making the wrong move, he rested his head on her stomach.
After a minute of no movement, Y/N ran her fingers through his hair. “You okay?” Troubled by his silence, she continued trying to sooth him, “Where’s your head at, D?”
He expected to get scolded. His mind playing through the times with his ex. She would yell at him if he wasn't doing something right, or didn’t get hard fast enough. Telling him he couldn’t make her cum with an instruction manual stapled to his head. Taking a deep shuddering breath, he braved a look at Y/N. “I just… I want to do this right.”
She smiled so sweetly, “We got all night.”
Encouraged, he picked up where he left off. As he kissed down her leg, he remembered his prior error and copied what he did to the other side. Reaching her core, he closed his eyes, nuzzling her thigh with his cheek before flattening his tongue, giving her entire womanhood a big fat lick. Grinning to himself at her surprised squeak, he turned his head to kiss at her other thigh before licking his lips and burying his face in her cunt.
It was as if he was possessed by someone with far more confidence than he. Dennis became an animal, sucking and licking her folds, eating her from the outside in. His tongue roamed over her, up and down and side to side, making frequent stops to circle her clit. She made the sweetest noises for him, mewling and moaning as she writhed in his hold. She had a firm grip on his hair, gently guiding him where she needed him to be.
Dennis was open to instruction, so he let her move him as she pleased. The taste of her sweet honey working him up so much he rutted against the bed. His hands trailed up her torso to cup her breasts, before one slid back down to play with her soaked entrance. He inserted a finger, realizing she was more than ready, he added another. Pumping his fingers in tantum with his licks, he could feel her tremble.
“Oh fuck, oh god,” Y/N cried out as she climaxed around his skillful digits.
Drunk off the greatest praise, her orgasm, Dennis looked up from between her legs, a dopey grin plastered on his face. He eagerly asked if he could do it again.
Y/N looked down at him through hooded eyes, “Ya, go for it.”
It wasn’t long until her legs were shaking again, Dennis held her hips down, not stopping until she spasmed and screamed in ecstasy. He was proud of himself. “Holy shit, that worked.” Out of breath, heart pounding, she told him that was incredible, especially whatever he did at the end. Blushing ear to ear, Dennis admitted that he spelled his name with his tongue. Chuckling, he asks her to guess what he spelled next. Diving back down he traced his message.
“Umm, peace out?
He shook his head, “It was thank you.”
“I should be the one thanking you.” She wiggled out of his grasp and took a condom out of her nightstand. “But, hey, the night’s not over yet.” She handed the packet to a terrified Dennis. He looked like he was going to pass out, and wouldn't meet her eyes. “Do you not want to?” She’d be lying to say her feelings wouldn’t be hurt if he said no.
Head down, rubbing the back of his neck, Dennis mumbled his secret, “I have a bad penis.”
“A bad… um, does that mean ED or like performance anxiety?” Y/N had to know if this was something they could work around.
“I'm.. I’m not sure. It just doesn't work like it’s supposed to.”
“Do you have any problems on your own?'' He shook his head no. Y/N caressed her boyfriend’s nervous face. “Maybe there isn’t a problem.” She waited until he looked at her. “No pressure here, but I'd like to try if you do. If it goes wrong, we can just try again.”
Why was she so patient with him? He didn’t deserve her friendship. He didn’t deserve her at all. Dennis took his briefs off, kneeling on the bed, bare to her and awaiting judgment.
“Damn Dennis. Wow, that, I mean, it looks like a good dick to me.” She watched him with unbridled desire, wrapping her hand around his length, ducking down to lick the swollen head. “Thick and veiny and standing proud. I don't know if my mouth or my pussy want it more.”
Her compliments spurred him on. Dennis removed her hand, pushing her back on the bed. Crawling over her, he stroked himself twice before rolling the condom on. He was terrified of disappointing her and it must have shown on his face because she pulled him down for a reassuring kiss, “Don’t overthink it, just be here with me. I want you to fuck me, Dennis.”
He lined himself up and kissed her once more before slowly entering her. Already breathing heavy, he barely had control of himself when he bottomed out. “I can’t believe I’m inside you.” Y/N giggled and told him how good he felt, begging him to move. Closing his eyes in concentration, Dennis pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in with a groan. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”
Dennis snapped his hips as she rolled hers to meet each thrust. It didn’t take long to find a rhythm that suited them. Sweat dripped down their bodies as they chased their carnal highs. The sounds of skin on skin and their moans filled the room. The tension in her stomach unbearable, Y/N opened her legs wider, angling them up so he could go deeper. His cock hitting all the right spots. It was all it took for her to cum a third time.
Feeling her walls fluttering and gripping him hard as she came, had Dennis at his end. When he told her he was close, she asked him to come on her tits. Hissing as he pulled out, Dennis straddled Y/N’s chest, pulling off the condom just before he released. He made sure every drop landed on her breasts before collapsing next to her.
After a few minutes of catching their breaths, Y/N giggled, “I got some d from D.” Finding her joke hilarious, she continued laughing.
“Was it good?”
“It was great.” She kissed him, “See, there’s nothing wrong with you.” She pecked his lips again, “Promise.” Holding her chest as she rose to keep his cum from running down her, she walked to the bathroom to clean up.
Dennis stretched and hummed, allowing himself to be happy at a job well done. He could satisfy a woman after all. When she returned, Dennis was almost redressed.
“You can stay, if you want to.”
“Stay?” He desperately wanted to, but couldn't believe she wanted him to.
Y/N walked over, carefully taking his glasses off his face and setting them on her nightstand, “Please.”
Dennis removed the clothing he put on and followed her into bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he shared a bed with someone, Gina banished him to the guestroom five years ago. Look at him now, a beautiful woman in his arms that actually wanted him to be there. Him and Y/N shared a few more kisses as they cuddled and talked. Determining his issue was due to stress and his marital problems. He could have confidence going forward.
He couldn’t take his eyes off Y/N as she slept. His best friend, his only friend, his lover. Dennis didn't know it could be like this, he wished so badly that it was real. What a beautiful life they would have together. They'd be happy, she made him happy. He didn't think it was possible to feel good anymore, but here he was practically jumping for joy. There was no doubt in his mind that he was in love with her. He'd go down on her every night, expecting nothing in return, if it meant he could stay with her forever. If only it were possible. Instead he would take these pretend moments and commit them to his memory forever. A shining light in his bleak life.
Morning arrived too fast. Dennis yawned, wrenching his eyes and started to get out of bed. “I can make us breakfast.”
Y/N grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her. “Orrrrr, how about I order some eggs benny and we can spend longer in bed.”
“You’re brilliant.”
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“What does a fish say when it runs into a brick wall?”
“I don’t know, what?”
Dennis slapped his hand on the table, “Dam!” He threw his head back, braying and wheezing.
Y/N snorted at the bad joke, smiling at how his face lit up with the punchline. Their fish frys were huge, so her boyfriend had been making awful puns and one-liners all night. She threw her lemon at him, which he promptly caught and ate without breaking his cocky grin. He was turning into quite the cheeky bastard.
The shrill of his phone interrupted the merriment. His ex-wife’s name flashing on the screen. Rolling his eyes, Dennis declined the call, only for her to call back. He ignored her again to no avail, his phone continued going off. She clearly wasn't getting the hint. Huffing, he answered.
All Y/N could hear was non stop shouting, poor Dennis not even getting a word in. He grew paler, biting the inside of his cheek. She was about to take the phone from him and tell that horrible woman off, when he quickly said goodbye and hung up. He made a face she had never seen on him before.
“Gina wants her stuff from the house. Says she’ll be by tomorrow and demands I have her things in clearly labeled boxes just inside the door. She doesn't want to step foot into my house again.”
She smirked at Dennis, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary. “I think a better plan would be to show that cheating whore what she's missing.”
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Dennis couldn’t stop giggling thinking of the plan. He looked over at his coffee buddy, her short pink sundress making her look like a yummy treat. His fingers began twitching; he so badly wanted to unwrap and devour her. He walked up behind her, winding his arms around her middle. Whispering in her ear, “I’m dying to taste your juicy cunt.”
Her knees wobbled at his dirty words, whimpering as she felt herself getting wet. Y/N glanced at the time, it was too early, he wasn’t playing fair. He began nibbling on her ear while groping her chest, making her clench around nothing, she felt so empty. Well… it wasn’t terribly early. No harm in pregaming. She allowed Dennis to reach under her dress and slide her panties down her legs.
“Wait,” she reached down to grab the piece of fabric, throwing it to the floor on the other side of the kitchen island near the box labeled ‘the bitches crap.’
Dennis didn’t have time to ponder why she did that because his pants were currently being undone by nimble fingers. His eyes followed her beautiful face as she fell to her knees in front of him. He gripped the counter behind him as she removed his semi hard cock from his pants, her other hand cupping his balls, giving him a smile too innocent for what her naughty hands were up too.
Leaning forward, Y/N licked at his testicles, gently rolling each in her mouth. She dragged her tongue along the underside of his length, satisfied hearing him gasp and his body jerk. Her ravenous gaze never faltered as she watched him watching her with lust blown eyes. Placing a kiss on his tip, Y/N sucked him fully into her mouth. She swallowed him a few times before allowing his dick out to glide along her cheek. Her tongue gave it a kitten lick and another kiss.
“Fuck,” Dennis gave a needy moan, “please, Y/N.”
Gripping his thighs, her mouth reclaimed his cock, taking him as deeply as she could. Her own arousal drenching her as she continued blowing him. Sparing a peak at the clock, she leaned back, causing Dennis to practically sob.
He wasn’t disappointed for long as she turned around and pulled up her dress. Putting on the condom he had in his pocket, he grabbed the back of Y/N’s neck, bent her over the kitchen island and buried himself to the hilt. The lewd squelch of his cock dragging in and out of her dripping heat drove him into a frenzy. Both began moaning louder as he continued to fuck her. It was almost time.
Gina let herself in, not bothering to knock or ring the bell. Seeing no boxes, she marched into the home yelling, “God damn it, Dennis. I told you to have the boxes ready by the door. Why can’t you do anything right? You are hopeless. You…” She paused at the kitchen entryway, mouth hung open. Blinking a few times in shock. Her ex-husband was screwing some chic from behind, how disgusting. “What the fuck is the meaning of this, Dennis? How dare you, in our fucking kitchen?”
Dennis looked up when his ex started screaming, seeing the offended look on her face, he had to stifle a laugh. “Shut the fuck up, get your shit and get out. My girlfriend and I are busy.” Turning his attention back to the woman under him, he vigorously pounded into her.
Gina couldn’t believe her ears, he had never spoken to her like that. And he certainly never made her make those noises. Avoiding the tossed panties, she grabbed the single box on the floor and hurried out of there, slamming the door behind her.
The sound of his ex shrieking all the way to her car had the couple in stitches. Dennis couldn’t believe it worked. Y/N was a genius. Pulling out, he turned her body to him, kissing her forehead, nose and lips. “Want to fuck in another room?”
“Ha! Yes, in every room. Give my pussy the tour.”
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A week later, Y/N waited at the coffee kiosk, order in hand. Dennis was late, he had never been late before. To make matters worse, he hasn't responded to her messages for the last two days. She was concerned, but didn’t want to be ‘that’ girlfriend. She didn’t want to smother him if he needed space.
It was almost 8 a.m. when he showed up, giving Y/N a big hug and kissing her cheek. “I’m sorry I’m late and that I haven’t been responsive. Been really busy. I hope you’re not mad.” He took his coffee and donut from her.
“I forgive you, but I have to tell you, D, I was really worried. I thought you were sick, or maybe hurt, or that I must have done something wrong.”
Dennis’ eyes twinkled in amusement, “Oh no, everythings great thanks to you.” He gave Y/N another bone crushing hug, careful not to spill their coffees. “It worked.”
Her eyebrows drew together, “What worked.”
“Gina came over Saturday morning, begging for another chance, promising to be better. We made love all weekend. I got to show her all the new moves you taught me. She's moving back in as we speak. I’m getting my life back thanks to you. I can't thank you enough for your help.” His excited eyes met Y/N’s as they turned from confused to cold. She threw her drink in his face, called him an asshole and stormed off.
Dennis was stunned, wiping the iced coffee from his face, he ran to catch up to her. “Y/N, what's wrong? Why did you do that? Hey!”
She turned on her heel and sneered at him. “What did you expect, a high five for telling me you fucked your ex-wife and are back together with her.”
Confusion danced across his face, “I don't understand, the plan worked. Gina was so jealous she came crawling back to me…”
“THE PLAN?!” Y/N shouted. “The plan was to show that bitch how you were living your best life without her. Expertly banging YOUR girlfriend,” she patted her chest, “so she regrets the way she treated you. NOT to get her back. NOT to throw me to the side for someone that was so cruel to you your whole life.”
Dennis was flabbergasted, “Wait, you were my girlfriend? MY girlfriend? Like my real girlfriend, my real actual girlfriend?” He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Why would someone as amazing as her want to be with him? He never would have given his ex a second thought if he knew he had her.
Y/N shook her head, “Not anymore.”
He couldn’t breathe, “N-n-no, wait…”
“Goodbye, Dennis. Hope you have a wonderful life with that tramp.”
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Dennis walked into his house, spotting Gina’s blonde hair at the fridge. She was throwing out his meat, and beer. She didn’t eat that stuff and wouldn’t allow him to. He was preparing himself to say something when a dark haired man bumped into him. The guy apologized and continued on his way, bringing boxes up the stairs. “Who was that?”
Gina spoke without bothering to face him, “That’s just Vinny, he’ll be staying with us for a few days. The poor dear got evicted. Don't worry, he knows we're working on our marriage. He won't be a problem, I promise.”
Oh lovely, the man Gina left him for will be living with them. “Okay,” he agreed defeatedly, walking into the living room. Dennis knew she’d be cheating on him again before sundown, in his house this time, and he will pretend he doesn't know. He’ll pretend everything is fine.
Seems rock bottom had a basement. Dennis was in hell, he was sure of it. He lost the woman he loved, the only person that ever thought he was worth anything. He couldn't break further, there was nothing left. Dennis sighed and collapsed face down on the floor. Lying there in his own misery, daydreaming of what could have been.
The End
A/N: Oh Dennis…
A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.
Summary: You and Dennis have been friends for quite some time now. When you invite him over to help set up your new router, you can’t help but notice how hot your shy little friend is.
Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader
Warnings: Soft dom!Reader, sub!Dennis, pet names (Angel, sweetheart, Den, etc.), Dennis is touch starved, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, premature ejaculation, dirty talk, mentions of titty fucking, Reader likes Dennis with his glasses on, Dennis gets pussy whipped instantly.
Word count: 3,830
A/N: I am in a mood for Dennis, so I think the next few fics I write will be ones for him. Or Jefferson. Or Justin Capshaw. We’ll see! Hehe I feel pretty good about this one, I wasn’t while I was starting it, but after looking it over and editing it a bit, I really like it. The world needs more Dennis Baker smut. He’s pathetic and needs a good, solid fucking. I no longer do a tag list! If you want to be notified when I post, follow @littlelioncub-library and turn on the notifications. I love you all!
Kisses 💋
—K
“How’s it going, Den?” You ask from your spot on the couch.
“Almost done,” Dennis mumbles in concentration. He’d been saying the same thing for over half an hour.
You sigh and watch as Dennis pieces your new internet router together. The new machine was far too complex for you to figure out yourself, but when you told Dennis about it he insisted he set it up for you. “Those guys overcharge for installation anyway.” You’d been friends with Dennis for nearly 2 years now, you met at work shortly after his wife left him. He was friendly, a bit on the shy side but always had a nice thing to say, if he ever spoke at all. It took you about 6 months to get him to say more than 15 words to you at the office, but you were nothing if not a patient woman.
Dennis liked that about you; everyone was always trying to rush him; to speak, to get things done, to get out of their way, to sign the divorce papers—but not you. You let him take his time, hell, you even smiled at him when he took more than 40 seconds to stutter out a simple ‘good morning.’ Thankfully as the years rolled on, he got more comfortable with you. Sure, he still stutters like crazy when you stand a little too close or caress his arm while you talk, but, hey, it’s an improvement.
“Yeah, it’ll be great to catch up,” he said confidently over the phone, “I-I feel like I haven’t seen you in years, Nikita.”
You internally cringe at the thought.
A few of the girls had even laughed at you. Your first assignment.
The girls at E&S were quick to tell you about him.
A wife that walked out on him because he ‘had a bad penis.’ A dead-end job in finance. Pathetically boring. Always wore old wire framed glasses that did nothing for him, and a polo and khakis.
“Well, that’s because you stopped booking with me,” you found yourself teasing him, “someone decided to disappear off the face of the earth. I’m a little surprised your number even still works, Dennis.”
Honestly, when your friend Kara told you that you should look at your little black book, you had become a ball of nerves…but Dennis. He wasn’t anyone intimidating. You worked with him consistently for a year before he just up and disappeared.
You’d assumed that he managed to find some equally as nerdy girlfriend and given you up.
“Yeah,” he sighed over the line. It sounded like he was shuffling around, “I’m sorry about that…I just…”
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Dennis,” you smiled, “I was just trying to joke around with you.”
“I backed off because I really started liking you.” he admitted.
“Aww, I liked you too, Dennis.”
“No, Nikki, not like that,” he said quickly. There was a moment of pause over the line and he sighed, “I wanted you to be more than just an escort.”
“Oh.”
“Still want to meet with me?”
“I honestly thought you stopped booking because you found someone,” you said in a small voice, “I-I didn’t know that-“
“You thought I found someone?”
Your heart swelled at the broad nerd’s voice. He sounded taken back almost.
“Well yeah,” you laughed. You found yourself playing with the bar station you’d finished setting up, twisting the swizzle stick around, “you were always so sweet. You’re funny and endearing. And don’t even get me started on the sex. You know escorts don’t sleep with their clients, Dennis.”
“So, you still want to meet?”
“I’m at the bar tonight, but-“
“The bar?” he asked quickly, “you got the bar?”
“Yes, Dennis, I got the bar.”
“Gosh, I remember you always talking about that,” he chuckled, “I’d love to come see it.”
“Yeah,” you smile, “if you want.”
“I-I’m Dennis!”
“Nikita. It’s good to meet you, Dennis,” you smiled warmly to the man who approached your table. You stood up and wrapped your arms around him in a light hug.
The man who stood just under six feet tall towered over you, even in your high heels. He let his hands stay at his side, making the hug slightly awkward.
“I’m sorry,” you sigh, pulling away, “I shouldn’t have hugged you…should I?”
“It’s fine,” he smiled excitedly. His smile flickered off his face and he adjusted his glasses nervously, “I-I just didn’t expect a beautiful woman like yourself to want to hug me.”
You frowned as you sat down.
Sure, he looked a bit nerdy, but given the right attitude, he could not only pull it off, but make it work.
“Can I ask you something?”
“A-anything?”
“What are you looking for with me?” you ask, “I mean, I know you can choose any girl you want to, but why me?”
“You looked nice,” he admitted, “sweet even. Some of the girls at E&S are mean to me, even though I’m paying for the dates…I mean I get it. I’m a divorced guy in a bad job…and I’m not great looking, but-“
“You are good looking, stop it.”
His blue eyes lit up but his brow furrowed in confusion, “What?”
“You’re a good looking guy, Dennis…maybe a little rough around the edge-“
“You don’t have to lie,” he said in a soft, but firm tone, cutting you off, “I-I know I’m not anything special. Hell, my ex-wife told me all the time.”
“Well, I think you’re special,” you smiled, reaching across the table to take his hands in your own. You blushed when you realized that while he was outwardly pushing you away, subconsciously he allowed you to take his hands, holding even firmer than you were. He wanted to believe you, “maybe on our next date you’ll let me see just how special you are.”
As it got later and later you felt your anxiety building. Kara continued to check on you when she wasn’t helping another patron, “hey…potty mouth show up yet?”
“I regret telling you that.”
“Come on,” she chided, playfully nudging you, “You know I’m just playing around…trying to get you to smile.”
“In his defense it was a new toilet, and he was setting it up when he was remodeling his bathroom…it hadn’t been used yet.”
She laughed, pouring herself a shot, “alright, so I’m just gonna make you do one of these.”
“No, Kara…I want to stay sober in case Dennis does actually show up…” you admitted, turning to her. She laughed and put the bottle back on the back shelf, before downing the shot, “I already lost my inhibitions around him when I was younger, and that was before I could drink legally.”
“He must be something special then,” a voice commented from behind you. You turned back to the bar and gave a polite smile to the man. He chuckled and sat down in front of you, “Nikki…it’s me.”
Your eyes went wide and kara spit out the second shot that she’d originally prepared for you, “oh my god, Dennis? You look-“
“Different?”
“Wait, that’s Dennis?”
You looked to your best friend who had shock written across her features. You nodded at both his and her questions, “Yeah…”
“That’s the sober hottie who always shows up and watches golf with the group of finance guys on Fridays for lunch.”
“So you’ve been to my bar before?”
He chuckled, “maybe once or twice…but I swear, I didn’t know it was yours.”
You lean on the bar top, narrowing your eyes playfully at him, “why don’t I believe you?”
“Believe what you want,” he smirked. His blue eyes glistened under the soft lights of the bar and your breath hitched, “so, can I get a hug, or do you not do that anymore?”
“I’ll cover the bar,” Kara offered, “take the rest of the night with Mr. Baker.”
He smiled softly as you came around the bar. When he stood, your breath hitched yet again. He looked nothing like when you’d first met him. Gone was the shy, timid man in the salmon polo and khakis. In his place was a confident, beaming hunk. He was wearing a simple blue tee, which made his eyes shine even more, and a pair of well-fitted jeans that clung to his thick thighs. In the years since you last saw him, he’d definitely taken up working out, and getting rid of the glasses. His beard was even filled in a little bit more.
He wrapped his firm arms around you, and you closed your eyes getting lost in everything about him but appreciating the man that he was even before the changes. You could hear his vibrato through his muscular chest as he spoke, “Do you want to get a booth?”
“Get out of here,” Kara smirked, subtly trying to suggest that we have a date instead of staying at the busy bar, “and don’t come back with the baker’s bun in your oven.”
“Oh my god,” you blushed, as you pulled away from him. He too was blushing, “I-do you want to get out of here? So, we don’t have to listen to her?”
“Please?” The two of you laughed, as he took your hand and led you out of the crowded bar, and into the city, “So…where would you like to go?”
“Depends on…how private do you want it to be?”
He smiled, knowing exactly what that phrase had meant. Hell, you’d said that exact phrase to him plenty of times over the course of the year that you had been booked by him.
“What do you mean?”
It was your fourth date with Dennis.
Things had gone so well, that he’d booked you every Thursday night for the past month. He’d taken you to two of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, and last week had bought a private yacht. He was the perfect gentleman, always showing up with flowers for you, making sure that you were comfortable, and dropping you off with no expectation but that you were safe. You’d attempted to kiss him every time, but he wouldn’t let you, stating that you needed to ‘save your energy on a man that mattered, and that he ‘just considered himself lucky being near you.’
“Dennis, do you want to come up to my penthouse?” you finally asked, feeling the need to be blunt with him, “We could have a quiet night in? I could make you dinner.”
Dennis’ breath hitched in his throat. You wanted him to see your place. But he shook his head, “I-I don’t know if you want m-“
“I-I do, Dennis. I want you to come up. Please.”
He blushed and nodded, allowing you to take his hand, and lead him through the door. The doorman gave you both a cross look, but you ignored it as you made your way to the elevator, quickly pressing the ‘P’ button. When the doors closed you looked at Dennis. He looked upset and you frowned. When he noticed it, he shook his head, “maybe I shouldn’t come up, Nikita…I jus-“
“I trust you, Dennis…” you replied, cutting him off, “I like being around you. You always take care of me when you take me out…let me take care of you for once.”
“O-okay!” He stuttered.
His lips attached to one of your nipples and he gently tugged on it, rolling it between his teeth, as his hands held your hips. And all 9 inches of his cock was buried deep inside your cunt, rearranging your organs in only the way he knew how.
Your hands ran through his chestnut brown hair, pulling on it every time he firmly teethed your nipples. As you bared down on him a pornographic moan left your lips in the form of his name. Your juices soaking him as continued his brutalizing pace on your tender pussy.
“Dennis!”
“That’s right, Nikki,” he moaned as you came apart beneath him, “I got you, sweet, sweet girl. Just keep gripping me like that…I’m almost there.”
You came again, seizing on his cock as you felt his balls tighten above you, “Dennis…fuck. Fuck.”
“NIKITA!” As he came down from his high, he stayed inside of you, flipping you both so that you would be resting on top of him. He kissed your forehead and sighed happily, “fuck…I missed that…are you okay, sweetness?”
You nodded happily, currently unable to form words. He chuckled, “fuck the words right out of you?”
You nodded again, peppering his firm chest with kisses. Your hands drew on him delicately as you thought about your relationship with him before.
“You don’t have a bad penis,” you moaned breathlessly, “trust me when I say that, Dennis.”
Your gaze flickered beside you to the man who’d drawn multiple orgasms from you over the course of the past two hours. He had his hands resting on his chest, messy hair poking out in every direction, and his glasses were slightly askew.
“Fuck, don’t tell me that, sweetness,” he all but purred, looking at you softly, “you tell me that I’ll give you the world, right now.”
“Dennis, I’m nobody,” you laughed, brushing his hair down. He took your hand and kissed your knuckles, “Denn-“
“I don’t ever wanna hear you say you’re a nobody again,” he said firmly, “you’re an amazing woman, Nikki. Any man is lucky to be with you.”
“You’re sweet Dennis.”
“And you’re perfect,” he smiled, brushing some of the hair from your face, “I’d give everything to be with you…”
“Dennis?”
He looked down, his beautiful blue eyes staring at you, “yes, sweetness?”
Summary: You fuck Dennis’ brains out and he says something that he didn’t mean to say.
Pairing: Sub!Dennis Baker x Soft dom!fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), unprotected sex, dumbification, Dennis slips deep into his sub space, dirty talk, Dennis is a screamer, creampie, slight breathplay(??? Dennis holds his breath to make himself cum harder), passing out, idiots in love, Reader being a wonderful dom and taking care of Dennis.
Word count: 1,674
A/N: I am in love with this little AU I have created. They are sluts in love and jeepers are they the cutest. I hope you guys like this! Let me know what you think about it! Send me an ask about them— I literally think about them all day so I need to talk about them or I’m gonna burst. Anyhooters! I got some more little fics planned out for these two nymphos, but let me know who else I should write for! I’d love to hear back from you guys! Flight attendants prepare for cross check and all call.
Kisses💋
—K
“O-Ohmyyygoooooood,” Dennis slurred as you slowly lowered yourself back on to his aching cock for what felt like the millionth time. He lost track of how long you’d been fucking him, but he was certain that you’d been at this for hours (and you had). You smirked proudly at his dazed expression and moaned as your needy cunt was once again stretched out around him. Running your hands up his sides, you pressed them into his heaving chest. The action sent a chill up Dennis’ spine, his own hands moving to grip the soft flesh of your outer thighs.
“Oh, Angel, did I break you?” You tease softly while caressing his flushed cheek. He looked broken; his mouth was hung open as he gasped for air, a small line of drool slid down his cheek and into his scruff, those beautiful eyes that you love so much were unfocused as he stared up at the bedroom ceiling dumbly. You liked him like this; so blissed out that he can’t even think.
“Hm?” You prompt again gently and squeeze your walls around him, earning a strangled gasp. He blinks a few times to come back to himself, his head felt like it was spinning like a top so he had to work extra hard to think of an answer. The best he can do is a sloppy nod and a crooked smile, one that you can’t help but return. “Aw, can’t speak, Den? I fucked you stupid, didn’t I, baby?”
Summary: After the events at your apartment, Dennis asks you on a date. He’s never been this happy before, but there’s a first for everything, right?
Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader
Warning: Smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), fingering (f receiving), dry humping, oral sex (m receiving), slight sub!Dennis, slight dom!reader, cum play, Dennis is inexperienced in a lot of ways, use of a mirror, pet names (angel, baby, flower, honey, good boy, etc), finger sucking, Dennis wanting to be a good boy, mutual pining because Dennis is adorable and how could they not?
Word Count: 2,588 (you’re welcome!)
A/N: I had sudden inspiration for this and feel preeeetty good about this one! Dennis has been on my mind for a while so I thought, why not give y’all a little treat. This is inspired by @syntheticavenger‘s absolutely glorious Dennis Baker fic “Turn the Tables.” Check it out! Give them a little comment, a reblog, say something nice—you know the rodeo! Let me know what you guys think, leave a comment, reblog it, send an ask, a message, a carrier pigeon, a telegram. Alright! That’s all for this little ramble, I’ll catch you guys tomorrow for Fashion Friday!
Kisses 💋
—K
Dennis had no idea how he got here, or what higher power could have blessed him with this kind of luck. After the very unexpected events that happened at your house, Dennis had invited you over to his place for dinner and a movie. A part of him was scared you’d say no, but instead, you smiled and whispered “I’d love to,” before giving him one of the most innocent kisses he’s ever had. He made tortellini, he had wine, he got you flowers, he had a good selection of movies for you to choose from—he was going to make this the best first date you’d ever had.
Oh you absolutely know he's aching for it on the daily.
A/N: I felt a little out of practice writing this! Which was odd! But fun to notice, so this Tech Tuesday, perhaps I'll focus on getting back in the swing of writing Dennis
Dennis was supposed to be asleep by now. He was freshly showered, his teeth brushed, his favorite pajamas on, all tucked in and ready to nod off— then you came out of the shower. Only in a fluffy white towel, a very sexy white towel, might he add.
The smile you gave him as you passed by him to the dresser had his insides churning. Now, he was hungry. You don't quite know how it happened, but the towel was long forgotten on the floor and you were seated in Dennis's lap. He devoured your lips, taking as much from you as he possibly could, his tongue playing with yours sinfully.
"Sit on my face," he moaned, his eyes hazy with lust, firm hands gripping the flesh of your ass to pull you up his body greedily. "Fuck, need you to sit on my face."
The last sentence was more of a whimper, his voice hushed and needier than before. You giggle and fight against him, making him huff with desperation. A pleading look from the man underneath you has you petting his face gently.
"You want me to sit on your face, Den?" You repeat his words, noticing how his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. He nods eagerly despite his embarrassment. He knew he was being needy and whiny, but he just couldn't help himself.
"Yes, god, yes," he gasps, feeling more confident with his words than he has in a while, "makes me so hard just thinking about it," he pushes his hips into you, letting you feel the hardness of his cock against your core, "s-see?"
You moan happily at his words, your body grinding down against his naturally, pulling a shaky moan of your name from Dennis. Before you could keep rocking against him, he pulls at your thighs again.
"Please, wanna taste, y'have such a yummy pussy," he licks his lips to prove his point, his mouth was watering at the memory of your sweet cunt. The way he purred his words and licked his lips was enough for you to start crawling up his body, but Dennis was one step ahead of you.
"Ah!" You squeak in surprise when he lifts you up and over his face swiftly. A giggle bubbles in your throat when you both share an excited smile. You settle in while Dennis gives your thighs sloppy, wet kisses.
"Fuck yes," he moans as he breathes in the sweet musk of your arousal, his cock painfully hard in his boxers but he pays it no mind.
"Dennis," you sigh throatily when you feel his lips press a sweet kiss to your clit, wasting no time to dive in with an open and hungry mouth. Your hand grips the headboard to steady yourself when his tongue suddenly glides through your petals, tasting as much of your cunt as possible. "Fuck!"
"God, how do you taste so fucking sweet? Always so sweet," he whines as he gazes lovingly as you pussy, his hands stroking the meat of your thighs before suddenly pulling you down on his face, immediately setting a harsh pace with his mouth. Dennis groans deeply at the taste of you, his eyes fluttering when you relax down on top of him, the weight of you on his jaw has his cock throbbing with desperation.
This was exactly what he wanted: you on top of him, your cunt on his mouth, leaking on his tongue while you fucked his face.
Sweet moans of his name and curses pour from your lips as you begin to match his pace with the help of his large hands. A fumbling hand grips the longer strands of Dennis's hair underneath you when you felt his thick tongue slither into your pussy, pulling him deeper and deeper into you. The sting at his scalp paired with the rough rocking of your hips has him thrusting into nothing, chasing the promise of his own end.
"F-Fuck! Dennis!" You toss your head back, half laughing and half moaning. You knew he was humping the air; his hands gripped a little tighter and his breathing was stuttering more frequently. A whimper of his name that was weaker than the others and the fluttering of your cunt around his tongue told him that you were close.
Dennis couldn't help the constant stream of whimpers and moans that vibrated against your cunt. Each one pushed you closer and closer to the edge, just what he wanted. You rocked against him faster and faster, his hips matching yours in perfect time, his cock twitching uncontrollably as you rode his face desperately. He quickly pushes down his boxers and pulls up his shirt, he didn't want to ruin another pair of pajamas. His bruising grip returns to your flesh, working you even faster on his face.
A particular bump of his nose against your clit is all it takes to send you head first into your high. Dennis listens to the way your breathing stutters, the fluttering cry of his name, then the slick sounds of your cum flooding his mouth and sliding down his throat.
This was exactly when he needed.
You listen as Dennis's own moans mix with yours as he follows you into his orgasm, coating his exposed tummy with his hot seed. You glance down to find his eyes shut tight as he keeps you planted firmly on his tongue. The aftershocks shake you both, but with one last tongue-filled kiss, he releases you with a gasp.
"Jesus Christ," he sighs with a happy smile, his tongue chasing the droplets of your release on his swollen lips. You giggle breathlessly down at him and flop on to your side of the bed while Dennis cleans himself, your legs were truly jelly. Almost immediately, Dennis rolls over to cuddle you, pulling you into him to kiss you sweetly.
"You did such a good job, Den," you mumble against his plump lips. His face turns pink at your praise, still your shy, sweetheart of a boyfriend even after all this time. He mumbles a tired and timid 'thank you.' You smooth out his hair that you tugged on and gave him one last kiss. "You need to go to sleep, Mister. You got work in the morning."
Dennis yawned and nodded in agreement, settling in next to you as you got under the covers, not bothering to put anything on. You let him wrap himself around you, his chest against your back as he draped himself over you.
"Goodnight," he whispered in your hair.
"Goodnight, Den" you answered sleepily.
"I love you."
"I love you too." And sometimes Dennis couldn't believe it.
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cuddle with him when he's busy with his things. And you slide between his legs, your rub your face on his abs, looking at him with your doe eyes🥺🥺.
Then you feel his lust and his tense under your palms.
K, We need some attentions🥺🤤🤤
And I will fuck out his soul for myself
Oooo I'm thinking Dennis for this one 🥰
Epiphanies and Phone Calls
Summary: Dennis is on the phone when he realizes something big.
Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader
Warnings: FLUFF... like FLUFF, romance, implied smut (minors DNI), Dennis not being super shy, idiots in love, smut in part 2.
Word count: I dont know, I wrote this on my phone
A/N: I felt horny but my heart said "romance first." And I'm really happy with that :) I'm working on part 2 as we speak! Patience, my pet. 💖
Part 2
He's been on the phone for what felt like a thousand years. With a huff, he threw himself on the couch, relaxing back into the soft cushions of your shared home as he listened to the his boss rattle on about the new system upgrade as if Dennis wasn't the one who designed it.
You smile at his form, he was rubbing his eyes and giving mundane answers every so often to make it seem like he was listening. Tip toe-ing quietly, you stand at the end of the couch. Dennis smiles at the sight of you and curls his free hand behind his head.
As quietly as possible, you crawl over him and settle on your tummy with your face against his firm stomach. Dennis gasps quietly as you rest on your cheek, your hands resting on his hips.
After a few moments, Dennis relaxes into the intimacy of everything. The way you rest against him as if it were completely natural, the soothing and comfortable feelings that wash over him— it was perfect.
This what he dreamed about when he was younger. When he thought of marriage, he thought of holding someone, loving them and being loved in return. Now when he thought of marriage, he thought of you.
His heart spiked at the thought. You had started to pet his thighs, your movements were slow and unhurried. And if Dennis was completely honest, he couldn't hear a word his boss was saying anymore. All he could focus on was you.
The fluttering in his heart returned except this time it was accompanied by the searing pang of lust and desire. He wanted you, and he wanted you to feel how much he loved you.
You sigh when you feel his large hand caress your scalp. Propping your chin on his lower stomach, you look up at him as he cradles your cheek. The moment your eyes lock, you feel his dick twitch, coming to life. Slowly but surely, he hardens underneath you, his grey sweatpants do nothing to hide his erection.
This time Dennis doesn't shy away. He's not ashamed or embarrassed about the desire he feels for you. He proudly presses his cock into your stomach and chest. You grip his narrow hips with a gasp, making Dennis smirk, his own breathing was beginning to deepen. Licking his lips, he traces the supple flesh of your bottom lip with his thumb.
"Hey, boss, can I call you back? Something came up."
This was longer than I anticipated 😄 I could..... expand on this if you'd like....
Tech Tuesday! ❤ (at least, I hope so! I just wanna share some thots on our beloved)
Say you're not colleagues with Dennis, so oftentimes, like lunch or after work, you'd meet him at his workplace.
Imagine his pride when from the corner of his eye, he sees his mean coworkers drooling over you. Like, all that sex appeal and Dennis gets to tap that? 😫
Just imagine how crazy both he and his colleagues get when they see it goes from cutesy like cheesy kisses and discussions on dinner to whispering in his ear, feeling each other up a little, making out before leaving the office UGHHH
(You know better than to do it in the office cuz you sure as hell won't let those dumbasses look 😤 Let them suffer for picking on this man)
L E M M E S C R E A M & I L Y ❤
Happy Tech Tuesday, lovely anon! 💖
Hdjjfd I loved this thot, thank you for sharing 🥴
The first time you stopped by to pick Dennis up for lunch, he just knew that his coworkers would be all over you. They were all waiting for you to arrive once they bullied Dennis into telling them that you're coming to have lunch with him.
"She's probably fake," Greg said to the group, not even bothering to whisper.
"Pfft, seems like something that dipshit would do," Carl chimed in with a hurtful laugh.
The sound of the elevator door opening had the whole room shutting up. Dennis was hopeful that it was you so that these assholes would finally leave him alone. The moment he caught sight of the familiar work pumps, he was smiling proudly.
You were in your work clothes. Black pumps, stockings, a classic pencil skirt and a black button up shirt.
You strutted out of the elevator, your face set in it's natural scowl (Dennis loved that you had Resting Bitch Face, he thought it was gorgeous). All eyes were on you, you could feel it, it made you want to smirk but you held your calm expression. As you searched the room for your boyfriend, Greg took his chance.
"H-Hi, I'm Gr-"
"No." You cut him off calmly without sparing him a glance as you kept walking. Your face lit up when you finally found your pink polo wearing boyfriend standing by his desk.
"Hi, sweetheart," Dennis said a little louder than normal. He wanted to rub it in their faces.
"Hi, baby," you cooed back and let him pull you into a sweet kiss. Your hand lacing with his naturally. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah, I'm ready," he nods and wraps an arm around your waist to walk with you. The look on Greg's face only made the smirk on Dennis's face grow.
Once you're alone in the elevator, you pull him into a deeper kiss, your tongue swiping into his mouth with ease. Dennis moans on instinct, his hands clinging to your frame. You pull back to whisper against his lips, "I think you made the impression you wanted to."
He can't help but blush and laugh, he nods and smiles down at you. "Definitely did."
When he gets back from lunch, there's all these questions: 'where did you meet?' 'How long have you been dating?' 'Does she have a friend?' 'How the hell did you land her?'
He simply gave them a shrug and that same proud smirk. A gentleman never tells.
Summary: Drowning in women and designer drugs, Bucky Barnes of Valkyrie’s Revenge is in a race to rock bottom. Fed up, his bandmates give him an ultimatum—straighten up, or fuck off. In a last, desperate bid to maintain his place, he agrees to return to the one place he swore he’d never set foot again—home.
Warnings: Angst, Drug Addiction, Mental Health issues, Toxicity, Recreational Drug use, Hard drug use, PTSD, Dealing with trauma, Slow Burn, Fluff, MINORS DNI!!, [More to be added]
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, sweet soft!reader, she’s a little oblivious. size difference: 6’8!Ari, he’s a total beefy hunk. neighbours au, a little tumble, stripper!reader, brief mentions of mafia business, undeniable daddy energy.
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | It was a little ridiculous how in love you were… With a single glance, he could make you melt until you’re a pile strawberry ice cream, tied with a pretty ribbon, and sitting on his doorstep.
𝗪/𝗖 | 2.45K
𝗔/𝗡 | just a little something I wrote inspired by Melting by Kali Uchis (also where the title is from). this is my first mafia fic but there isn’t much detail since this is a real itty bitty au. as always, all mistakes are my own. [all posts/asks]
Time seems to slow when he jogs by, clad in shorts and a loose tank top with sweat seeping through the grey. His tan skin is covered in a light sheen, making the dozens of tattoos appear darker. From your seat on the porch, they still look like black blobs and lines stretching from his broad shoulders to his hands.
You’ve never seen them up close, but you have a few ideas of what they might be—a whole page in your diary to be exact.
Your eyes fall to his muscled legs, firm and thick thighs strain his shorts and just the beginnings of dark ink poke from underneath the fabric. You barely notice the ice cream melting down the cone to your hands, too deep in a daze when tingles blossom from your chest to your toes. A dreamy sigh flows from your lips as the wind flutters through his long brown hair, brushing along his bearded cheeks.
He turns to you and flashes a bright smile before turning the corner and disappearing down the street. That single glance makes your heart pound ten times faster, and all of your thoughts tangle into one ball of ribbons, varying in colours, prints and lace, but so evidently you.
If you could, you’d gift him that mess just so he could know how much he affected you without even trying.
"Oh no!" You quickly wipe your hands from the melting strawberry ice cream but it's useless, the pink stains your white dress and drips down to the ribbon around your ankle.
It’s almost too symbolic—the pretty pink bleeds all over your ivory clothes, ruining your life just like the fluttering trapped in your rib cage.
Honestly, it would’ve been easier to hate him, but he was so damn big that you didn’t have any space left in your heart to hate him.
To say you're in love would be an understatement. In every fantasy and daydream, he's the main focus, your co-star, your lover, your saviour draped in silk button-ups and silver rings. Oh, he's everything you've ever wanted! As if you manifested him when you were a young child and wrote about the perfect boy to sweep you off your feet and make your life a living fairytale—everything you scribbled in glittery pen has come true before your very eyes.
You don’t even mind that he and his biker friends rev their engines at three in the morning, but your roommate doesn’t agree, she’s never agreed.
The front door slams shut and you stiffen, hurriedly flipping through a random page in a magazine and desperately trying to act like you were not staring at his house next door.
"Did you do it?"
"Do what?" You ask, voice already on edge. Vibrant red hair comes into your peripherals, as well as a pair of angry green eyes.
Natasha groans, setting down her bag on the kitchen counter. "You chickened out again? I need my sleep before I lose my mind. I can’t get any if he and his dumbass friends treat this street like a fucking race track!”
“They aren’t even that loud—and I bought you earplugs.”
“I am not touching those things until those assholes learn how to be decent human beings!” She rolls up her sleeves and grabs your arm, yanking you from the barstool.
"Wait! What are you doing!"
Her heels stomp on the hardwood floor, nearly shaking the picture frames on the walls, “I messed up five drinks today, do you know how bad that looks when they’re my recipes?” She huffs, "he's out there right now mowing his lawn and you're gonna talk to him."
You grab onto the nearest thing which happened to be the couch and clutched it for dear life. “No—you do it!”
"He doesn’t listen to me!" She digs her fingers into your sides making you yelp and feebly swat her away, but you just screwed up big time. “Just try, baby, please! For me!”
That’s the last thing you hear as you stumble out the front door, tripping over the damn welcome mat and tumbling down the stairs. It’s only a few steps, but it stings when your back thumps onto the stone walkway, your poor elbows cushioning your fall.
You barely catch the engine cutting and rushed footsteps before he appears.
He stands over you with sweat brimming at his hairline, a deeply concerned expression etched onto his face, "awh shit, are you okay?"
As always, the air goes thin and you’re under that dumb lovesick spell again. The sun glows around his head like a halo, melting you to the bone, and leaving a mess on the stone in the same shades as your love—strawberry ice-cream pink.
It’s terrible that you don’t know how deluded your tender heart is.
"You're bleeding," he crouches low, gently examining your elbow, "did your roommate push you down the stairs?”
"No! No, I-I fell.” Obviously! “But I'm okay." You utter, avoiding the peeping redhead through the curtains. Your gaze lands on his long fingers wrapped around your arm. He’s warm, warmer than you thought. Heat radiates off his body and envelops you like an old friend, familiar and calm.
"Are you?" He inquires unconvinced, "here, let me clean you up." He leaves no room for protests as he helps you up and leads you to his porch.
After you sit on the couch, he disappears inside the house before emerging with a large white case. He sits next to you and opens the kit on the table.
"That's a lot of stuff." You note, staring at the packed first aid kit. There are various rolls of gauze, different ointments, and bandages, far more things than your tiny plastic box under the sink.
Judging by his shiny sports car, and his collection of perfectly tailored suits and watches, Ari lived a very different life than you and you’d do anything to know about it. Your naive heart aches for him so badly it almost hurts.
“It’s better to be safe than sorry. Can I touch you, sweetheart?”
You watch him tend to your injury with slow and careful movements, his dark brows knitted in concentration. You’ve never been this close to him, the sudden rush of blood almost makes you lightheaded, but his scent brings you back down. The woody cologne floods your nose, followed by a dash of vanilla with underlinings of musky spice.
“What happened to your other dress?” He glances up, eyes shaded under his thick lashes.
“Oh… It got dirty.”
He hums, “what a shame.” He delicately presses down the edges of the bandage. “That’s one of my favourites. It always makes my day to see you wearing it.”
You swallow down a whimper and clench your thighs, seconds away from dropping to your weak knees. Embarrassment fills your chest, tinged with guilt, “I’m sorry, sir.” The words slip out before you could think.
He cracks a small smile, shaking his head, “it’s okay, just be more careful next time, yeah? Can’t have you ruining the little purple one too, that’s my second favourite.”
Dull thumps hammer inside your head, muffling his raspy voice. You nod silently, digging your sock-clad feet into the concrete.
You take the chance to memorize his tattoos, from the intricate rose by his wrist following the thorn stems up his arm where they entwined with a heavily shaded skull. Thin script is scattered along his skin, you can’t make out the exact words but they’re in swooping cursive, clinging to his flesh like wet chiffon.
His arms tighten as he cleans up, the muscles shifting under his paper-thin t-shirt that left nothing to the imagination. Every unconscious flex clouds your head, tunnelling your vision until he’s all you can see. A small whine sounds from your throat and his eyes flicker to yours, blue as can be.
“I don’t see you leave very often.” You were either inside or sitting on the front porch with a treat and a magazine, or in the backyard tending to that small garden. “Do you work?”
“I… I did, then I got fired.” The wound was still a little fresh. “But it wasn’t my fault, I swear!”
Ari perks up in interest, although he knows plenty about you, this was strikingly new. Aside from your basic profile, he knew about your past as well, including where you grew up, where your parents lived, and how long you’ve been in this city.
It was only right to know about the two girls living next to his late grandmother’s house. Curtis insisted since Ari wouldn’t let him stay in the old two-storey home, but instead the house down the street.
He came here to be alone and mourn, but that was hard to do with a cute neighbour always staring at him. Yet he stopped caring after you left a small bouquet of hand-picked flowers on his doorstep and an adorable ‘welcome to the neighbourhood!’ note.
He forgot how good it felt to be sought after, rather than feared and honoured like a living legend. You gave him that sliver of normalcy with your longing loved-up looks and quick dashes inside when he pulled into the driveway. To you, sweet-spirited you, he was an ordinary guy, not someone with a history coloured in hues of red and dripping all over his shoes, smearing the black ink of his future; an eternity tied to his family’s glory that’s now his.
“This customer was being so mean and I know I should’ve stayed professional but I was havin’ such a bad day already.” Your bottom lip trembles, flashes of that terrible day flickering through your head, “first I slept through my alarm, then I missed the bus, and my make-up broke in my bag a-and everything was all ruined.”
He reaches out, rubbing your knee soothingly. Poor girl, if it was up to him, you’d never be mistreated. “Where did you work?”
“Venom Vixens.” You sniffle, hoping he isn’t the judgemental type, you’ve known too many people who would humiliate you for your chosen career. “I, uh, I wasn’t one of the girls on stage since I was still new but I liked it there. My coworkers were nice, I got free drinks, and…”
“And?”
“I felt,” you look down at your hands, they were so much smaller than his, “I felt pretty. People go there to look and flirt, and I didn’t mind being on the receiving end of it.”
Ari wouldn’t mind giving you all of that instead.
He licks his lips, imagining you in a tiny lace set, the sheer fabric clinging to your figure while you swayed around the dimly lit club. A piece of art in the sea of ogling and drooling patrons, blooming beautifully under the flattery.
“You liked the attention.”
You giggle, “Yeah, a lot. Sure, some customers were gross and would say nasty things, but others were nice, real nice—they’d tip a lot and compliment me. Most of them were just lonely, they wanted someone to talk to or someone to spoil.”
You don’t regret accepting their fawning or expensive gifts, hell, most of your jewelry was from your loyal clients. Sparkly things paired with sweet words were a one-way ticket to your good books.
“How about your boss?” Ari asks, “how did he treat you?”
Venom Vixens wasn’t only a haven for the lonely or where perverts got their fill, but of course, you wouldn’t know that. You’d have a heart attack if you knew of the shady people who walked in and out of those doors, you’ve probably served a few of them, flashed that bright smile and earned yourself a big tip—unknowingly pocketing the filthy, blood-stained money.
“Mr. Hansen was very friendly, but everything went through him. If we wanted to change a routine, we had to perform it for him first and get his approval. He said it was protocol.” Ari snorts but you don’t catch it, all too distracted with twisting the ring on his middle finger. “He was nice when you were nice to him.”
“So he must’ve always been kind to you. You’re the loveliest girl I’ve ever met.”
You preen under his praise and nod happily, questioning why you were so nervous around him in the first place.
Ari was a flirt—and you loved being flirted with.
“Mr. Hansen called me his favourite before he fired me. That was over two weeks ago, and Nat said I could take my time but,” you sigh, “I feel like a bother.”
He wonders if your best friend would still hate him if she knew he was the reason that her cafe was still standing. Without his ruling over the South district, there would be chaos, and that little joint would’ve been ransacked long ago.
Did he also call for extra protection because you frequented the establishment? Proudly so.
“Are you still looking for a job?” He takes your distant hum as a yes, “Do you want to work for me?”
Your head snaps up, your sparkling eyes wide in surprise.
“I’m opening a new club in a few days and I’ve got a spot left for a performer.” He didn’t, but he had no problem giving someone the boot to make room for you.
Your mouth opens and closes several times, and the thought of Ari owning a club flies straight over your head. You’ve watched him more than your favourite movie but you still didn’t know a damn thing about him, except that he smokes, liked to work out and alternated between a white mustang and a sleek black motorcycle.
Oh, and sometimes he changes in front of his bedroom window.
“You’ll be my boss?”
Say the word, and he’ll be much more than that.
He smirks, gripping your jaw and turning you from side to side, blue eyes flickering over your features, “Sure will. I have a feeling this pretty face will be the main attraction every night.”
Your heart swells when his fingers dig into your cheeks. “I-I would, but Nat won’t like that. She kind of hates you… and your friends.” He adds pressure and your lips pucker, “you’re all s-ho loud wit ya’ bikes ‘n engines.”
Ari bites his tongue, it was either the motorcycles or the blood-curdling screams of the poor soul in the basement. He made a mental note to speed up the process of that soundproof room, he couldn’t have you losing sleep over his business.
“She doesn’t have to know.” He replies, releasing your face in favour of loosely grasping your throat. Your pulse thumps under his fingers, hard and fast, speeding up as he leans closer, “c’mon, don’t you want to be a star? Get all that attention again and make me proud?”
𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i just love sweet!readers, they're my faves 🥹 and pairing them with big hunky (secretly soft) men is heaven !! i can't get enough !!!!
𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! I love you all very much 😚🫶
As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼
I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲
aaaaa when mma!curtis gets hurt though!! or if he loses a match :(( extra feral and rough and nasty 🤧 reader is so concerned for him and tries to make to make him feel better, but baby, all u gotta lay there and let him tear u apart
oh he'll absolutely lose it 🫡 although he's pissed off, he's still a daddy who loves to tease:
"—fuckin' stupid ref, he didn't call any of that shit just to screw me over." His rant breaks off into curses as he struggles with his heavily bandaged fingers. Honestly, it was his fault. He couldn't sit still as you tended to his bruised and battered knuckles, now it was all sloppy and unravelling by the moment.
"Don't take it off!"
His heated eyes meet yours in the reflection, water dripping from his buzzed hair to his bearded cheeks. "What was that?"
"D-Don't take 'em off... or it'll hurt." You stutter and roll on the heels of your feet. "I don't want you to ever hurt, especially after those mean guys..." (aka his opponent who broke the rules one too many times and the ref who didn't call any of it, which led to Curtis' loss). You tug on the hem of his sweater, feeling awfully exposed because he didn't let you put on panties after your shared shower ("why would you need them?")
He breaks the tension with a grunt, gesturing you over with a nod, "c'mere, cupcake. Daddy wants to show you something."
You hesitantly obey and squeak as he tugs you closer, propping you on the counter with ease, his arms flexing deliciously. He brings your hand to his tattooed chest, right below his collarbone.
"You know what this is?"
You nod, "Your grandparent's birth year."
"Mhm, and what about this?" He trails down, dragging your fingers to his abs, inches away from his bushy pubic hair.
"Uhm, a d-dagger."
You remember when you saw it for the first time. He was in the middle of training and you walked in, nearly dropping the freshly baked cookies at the sight of him all beefy, sweaty and flushed. Curtis, being ever the observant fella, took you into the locker room and ate you out over your underwear ("Can't have my sweet girl all needy, hm? Gotta give her what she deserves." and he did, making you cream your panties so he could hide them in his bag for later).
He moves your hand to the loose towel around his waist, right over the growing bulge. "And this, sweet baby?"
You gulp, squirming as he makes you rub over his clothed cock. You can feel him growing harder, throbbing hotly under your palm.
"...it's your thing, daddy."
He tsks, shaking his head, "that's not what it's called."
You were a virgin when you met Curtis. But he didn't mind that you were inexperienced in relationships and sex, he was sweet and slow with you, allowing you to explore his body first to get you comfortable with intimacy. As much as you loved hearing him say filthy things, you were still so shy saying it yourself.
"Do I have to say it?"
"If you wanna taste it." He leans forward, softly kissing your cheek, then the other, and then your nose, dutifully ignoring your pouting lips. "C'mon, cupcake. Say it, and I'll let you keep me warm."
He knows you love that, feeling close and safe. You love holding him in your hand, or in your mouth, or one of your other holes. If you could, you'd keep him all snug every damn day.
"Then, I'll fuck your pretty face. Make you gag on my cock and try to fit my balls in your mouth—you wanna help me feel better after that shitty match, right, baby?"
