Dec 23, 2024
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Summer Nights
Hi! I’ve rewatched The Smoke for like the 50th time lol and I’m just in the mood for a lil’ soft Dennis, y’know? Enjoy!
Pairing: Dennis 'Asbo' Severs x Reader
Genre: Fluff. That’s it. Nothin’ but fluff.
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The situation was…unideal, to say the least.
The AC was out, and whilst the blistering summer heat had finally passed, the cooler autumn weather had yet to settle in. A cold snap was supposed to arrive sometime during the night, thank goodness, but the windows you’d opened in hopeful anticipation had done little to filter the stale air trapped in your flat. You’d have to resign to discomfort, you supposed, at least until you could schedule a service request in the morning.
After another failed attempt to sleep, you flipped your pillow yet again and shifted to find a cooler spot on the mattress. Not even stripping down to your underwear was enough to cool you off. Sleepily you noticed the bedside clock read sometime after 2AM. Feeling cheated out of a cold front, you checked your weather app. Looks like the chilly air wouldn’t arrive ‘til 6AM.
Fantastic.
And so you laid there, not quite warm enough to sweat, not quite cool enough to sleep -- certainly not cool enough to sleep in your preferred spot: tucked away in your boyfriend’s arms. How Dennis was able to sleep comfortably right now was beyond you.
In all fairness, it really wasn’t unreasonably warm in your apartment. But as Dennis liked to joke, you could only sleep if the room was “bloody frigid” and not a degree warmer. You’d stand your ground, of course, claiming his job as a fireman simply made him more accustomed to obscene temperatures. Besides -- how is someone supposed to get cozy in a nest of blankets and pillows with their boyfriend without being in a cold room? Frigidity then, as Dennis called it, would have to do.
His quiet snores sounded beside you -- you affectionately called them puppy snores -- and if it were any other night you’d let them lull you into a restful sleep. Instead you couldn’t help but feel a little envious of Dennis, wishing for sleep yourself. You turned toward him, admiring his relaxed features. It was a rarity for you to catch him sleeping; his odd hours at the station saw to that. Taking advantage of the opportunity, you lightly traced your fingers along his arm and connected the dots of his freckles, loving the ever-changing constellations you discovered in them.
Dennis shifted with a quiet hum and you stilled. You doubted you would wake him -- he slept like the dead, this one -- but you didn’t want to disturb him nonetheless. The man was absolutely knackered when he got home that evening, soot still dusting his blonde tufts. You smiled when you remembered the sloppy kiss you’d shared in the doorway. Could barely keep standing, the poor thing. Luckily you both had the day off tomorrow, and you planned to spend every moment of it with him.
Your ‘stargazing’ continued once you were sure he’d stopped stirring. You delicately pressed your lips to his shoulder, taking in his scent of cedar, ash, and sage. Maybe it was the peace you felt lying with him, or maybe it was sleep deprivation, but you couldn’t resist the sudden wave of sentimentality that washed over you.
“You’ll never know how much you mean to me, Den. I don’t think I’ll ever really be able to put it into words.” Your quiet whispers fell softly over his warm skin. “But…I’m so happy that I get to give my love to you. ‘Cause it’s yours, baby. All of it; all of me. I’m helpless.”
Without a word, Dennis was suddenly turning to face you, his green eyes fixated on yours. Your own eyes widened when you saw that he was awake, and you realized with flushed cheeks that he must have heard everything. Neither of you had said you loved the other yet, and you weren’t sure how he would react to your impromptu confession. Dennis continued until he was on top of you, his legs straddling yours and his arms coming up to rest by either side of your head. You could only stare up at him, uncertain; his expression held something you were too nervous to name.
Slowly, he lowered himself flush with you and captured your lips in his. With relief you let your hands happily roam his body, exploring every inch of it you could reach. Dennis moaned into your touch when your fingers toyed with the waistline of his briefs, and you took pride in the goosebumps that ignited over his skin.
He parted from you long enough to catch his breath and gently cupped your face in his hands.
“That,” he said, kissing your forehead, “was the cheesiest thing,” his lips moved to the apples of your cheeks, “I’ve ever heard in my life, love” and finally the corners of your lips. Giggles bubbled in your chest and soon you’d erupted into giddy laughter. Dennis felt his heart swell at the sound, his eyes full of adoration for you.
“Well, it’s too late to take it back now, I’m afraid” you chuckled. Your hand rested on the back of his neck, sifting his short hair between your fingers. “Not that I ever would.”
Dennis hovered his lips over yours, the soft skin barely grazing each other. Your eyes closed and you sighed into his touch, losing yourself in the feeling of him surrounding you.
“Oh no, darling, you don’t get to take it back, understand? You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world, love.” His lips teased impossibly closer, “And for the record, I love you, too.” Your breathing quickened at his confession, your chest rising to meet his with each excited breath. Dennis’ eyes grew dark, and he released a growl that reverberated through your embrace.
“You’re mine now, y/n.”
Your lips found each other again, melding together in heated bliss. Neither of you could stop the smile you shared together.
Maybe, you thought, the AC should cut out more often.
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I just can’t stop loving Dennis 🖤
What’s his Name? (Taron Egerton Imagine)
What’s his Name?
A/N: this is set in the fictional world of ‘THE BREACH’ - by LAZY HABITS.
I hope you enjoy the imagine! Reblog, like and comment!
xoxoxo
Sipping on a vodka tonic, you look around the pub packed full of drunk women out on a hen do night. There are a couple of men floating around, only one seems to catch your eye, though.
The blond haired lad sighs, running a hand through his hair, as he squats down to pick up empty beer bottles. He holds a tired expression on his face and you watch him curse slightly as one lady throws pink feathers in his hair. He looks up, catching your eye. You send him a sympathetic smile and he just gives you a short smile back before going back to picking up bottles.
Trying to balance them in his arms, he tries to get up. Seeing him struggle, you leave your post at the bar and run over to help the man.
"Thanks," he mumbles, once you've grabbed a few bottles out of his hands. You both walk over to the bar to set them down.
"You alright?" You ask him.
"Yeah, just a tough night," he replies, honestly.
"It seems it," you say, with a laugh, and gesture towards the hen party.
He chuckles, be it sincere or not, you couldn't really tell. "Yeah, hen do's aren't really my scene." After a second of silence between you both, he asks, "you part of them?"
You nod. "sadly, yes. It's a friend of a friend's hen do."
"Thought you, lasses, like a good hen do?" He sends a smirk your way.
You return an equally as cheeky smirk as you reply, "I'm not like your average lass, you see. I don't like to drink much, so hen do's aren't my scene, either. I'm only here because of my mate."
"Fair enough." He goes to say something else but something behind you catches his eye. "I've gotta go. It was nice talking to you," he trails off, gesturing for your name.
"Y/N L/N," is your simple response. You give him a toothy smile.
"It was nice talking to you, Y/N. This has been the highlight of my night, I swear. I hope to see you again." He grins at you, before pecking your cheek.
You look down at your heels, to hide the ever growing bright red blush on your cheeks.
"Wait, I never got your name!" You look up to see the mystery man had disappeared into the crowd.
Bringing the cigarette to your lips, you can feel the alcohol starting to take its toll on you. You can feel it streaming through your bloodstream and the buzz is getting to your head. You inhale the smoke deeply and then slowly blow it out. Going for another puff, you hear the exit door to the pub open beside you.
The gorgeous man from before steps out, placing a cigarette in between his lips. You watch him, with eyes full of lust, search his pockets. When he comes up empty handed, he sighs, deeply.
You aren't going to lie. The man before you is fucking beautiful. His blonde hair sits perfectly on his perfectly shaped head. He has a jawline you could cut onions on, and if you cry, you wouldn't know if it was because of the onions or because he is just so god damn beautiful.
He looks to the side and sees that you're already looking at him. His eyes seem to light up and he smiles. Your insides go to mush at the sight of his lopsided grin.
"You got a light?" He asks as he leans against the wall next to you. His arm brushes yours ever so slightly and a jolt of electricity goes through you. He feels it too as he shakes his arm, subtly. You notice. However, it may just be the alcohol streaming through your body.
You hand him your lighter as you finish the rest of your cigarette, chucking it on the ground and stomping on it.
"How's your night going?" He asks.
You lean on one shoulder, facing him. "It's gotten a lot better actually, now that you're here."
Under the street lamp, you see his deep green eyes stare into you as he smirks. "You're a lot more flirty when you're drunk," he states, as his face leans closer to yours.
Or is it just the alcohol again? You're not too sure anymore; his presence seems to have gotten you a lot more fucked than what you were when you first went outside for the cigarette.
"You'd have to be stupid to pass up the opportunity to flirt with a man like you," you reply to him, your eyes twinkling with mischief.
"I must say I'm flattered," he whispers. His face has inched closer and closer to yours. His breath fans your delicate face, a mixture of alcohol and smoke hitting your nose. Your noses brush together, eyes flutter close and your lips connect to his lips for a brief second before the pub door swings open.
The green eyed man jumps away from you, causing you to sigh, sadly, at the loss of his warm body against your own cold one.
"Oi, get back in here!" The bouncer exclaims, using his arm to aggressively beckon him back into the pub.
The man grunts, throwing his cigarette onto the floor. He sends you a soft smile as he walks through the doors back to his living hell.
You're left outside, craving his touch even more...and wondering what the fuck his name is still.
You watch the bouncer drag a blacked out girl, vomit around her mouth, out of the club. You feel sorry for the lass for a split second before being grateful that it isn't you being dragged out like that.
The night isn't even half over and shit is already going down. The drag queens, that are probably way under paid to be here, dance provocatively on the table tops as women stuff money in their underwear and pour alcohol all over each other. You watch them with a slight distaste.
Through the corner of your eye, you witness the bride and one of her bridesmaids stumble into the bathroom a tad too comfy.
You know what they're about to do. However, you don't care; they have nothing to do with you and you have nothing to do with them. They can do god knows what in that bathroom and you wouldn't give two flying fucks.
You do, however, curse them silently as the urge to piss comes over you, but you can't even go pee. Unless you are willing to walk in on some kinky lesbian sex. Which you are not. You've seen some things in your life, but lesbian sex isn't one and you definitely don't want it to be one anytime soon.
After getting yourself another drink and then mentally slapping yourself for 5 minutes straight for causing yourself the need to pee more, you see the bride and bridesmaid stumble out of the bathroom just the same as they did going in.
You do a little happy dance in your head and run to the bathroom before anyone else.
You slam the door shut and lock it. With your hands about to hitch your dress up to pee, your name said in a deep voice lifts through the air.
You jump and turn around to see your gorgeous lover from tonight. He is leaning back against the wall for support. He looks fed up, tired and anything else bad.
"What are you doing in here?" You question him, with a frown.
He points to the door. "I had to stop those two from necking it on."
"Why?"
"It's my job."
"No, your job is to tidy up the mess those girls made. Not stop them from making mistakes," you say with a hand on your hip.
Suddenly an idea pops in your head. An idea that one hundred percent would not come into mind if you weren't drunk as fuck.
"How about this?" You start to say, a smirk growing on your face and your eyes twinkling brightly with mayhem. You step closer to him, and you swear he tries to step back but can't because he is already attached to the wall. "How about I make it my job," you step closer, "to make tonight the best," you give him a wink, "and I mean, best night of your life?"
Your body is now flushed against his as your lips brush his lips. His eyes flicker to your moist lips as you hear him gulp heavily and you feel victory inside you at the fact that you can make this breathtaking man feel like that.
"I know you need it, babe," you whisper against his lips. Your hands slide down his chest until they hover above his crotch. "I can feel the tension." His breath hitches as you give his cock a tight squeeze over his trackie bottoms.
"You're right, Y/N," he whispers, his voice lacing with seduction, and slams your lips together, closing the distance between you two.
Your lips move perfectly together, fitting like a jigsaw puzzle. His hands cup your face and you can feel him moan into your mouth as you continue to palm his member.
With a swift movement, he flips your positions so that you are now in between the wall and him. His hands move from your face to under your thighs. He lifts you up so your legs wrap around his waist. He works his way down, leaving kisses down your face to your neck. He sucks on your soft spot as your hands entangle themselves in his hair. You stretch your neck to give him more access, moaning slightly when he nibbles at the sensitive part. Your eyes are tightly shut closed, moans and groans erupting from your lips as you feel him successful leave a hickey on your neck.
"Come back to mine," he softly mumbles into your neck. You nod and he lets you jump down from his waist. You're about to leave the bathroom, but he grabs your wrist, pulling you back into his chest. He ducks his head down to plant another kiss on your lips and you continue to make out for a few minutes, your hands wrapped around his neck as his slide down your hips to your ass.
He's the first to stop the kiss. "Come on," he says, pulling you out the bathroom with a grin on his face. A grin that actually looks sincere and real for the first time tonight.
Your stomach flips and butterflies dance. Your heart skips beats as a genuine smile quirks up on your face. Your head goes light and you feel like you're on top of the world.
You've only met this man today and you already feel like you're in love. Lucky to say, he feels the same way.
However, just before you're about to leave the pub, you stop him from pulling you any longer to ask him a question that you should've asked when you first met him.
"Wait!" You exclaim. He turns back to look at you, his hand entwined with yours. He sends you a concerned smile as you ask, "what's your name?"
He laughs deep heartedly, throwing his head back as dimples appear on his cheeks. Cute as fuck, you think to yourself, mentally gushing over him.
"Taron," he simply says.
You stare at him for a second, almost getting lost in his green eyes, before testing the name in your mouth, "Taa-ron."
"Yeah, Taron Egerton."
"Taron Egerton," you repeat. "Taron Egerton," you repeat again, this time sending him a goofy grin. "I like it!"
He chuckles, giving you a grin. "And I like yours, Y/N L/N."
You giggle as he tugs you by the hand, pulling you out the doors of the pub and down the road into the sunset...
And by that, I mean, his bedroom. ;)
@smart-as-paint made me the best christmas present!!