⤷ ゛You're the epitome of the perfect catholic girl, or so you're told... whoring around at night, sleeping with men. one night you sleep with a man, one you'd probably never forget... just so happens that, that Sunday you'd see the man who worshipped your body is leading mass ˎˊ˗
⟢ AMBIVALENCE. . .
⤷ ゛Dennis and you have been butting heads since you started interning at the ptmc. after a night out on halloween things change... ˎˊ˗
⟢ DIDNT THINK IT WOULD HAPPEN LIKE THIS — camgirl!reader
⤷ ゛Who would've thought your birthday present to a fan would result in a boyfriend and end of your camgirl career ˎˊ˗
⟢ MOMMAS BOY — part 1 , part 2 coming soon !!!
⤷ ゛You let yourself get sucked in on a road trip to Dennis' family farm. you know nothing about his family but the more you learn the more you are relieved you went with him ˎˊ˗
⟢ UNHOLY MATRIMONY — part 1 , part 2 coming soon !!!
⤷ ゛You and Dennis had a marriage of convenience, you've been married since undergrad and now you're scared he may want a divorce... ˎˊ˗
⟢ OOPS...? — part 1 , part 2 , part 3 coming soon !!!
⤷ ゛You're Robbys controversially young girlfriend robby. one day you come in to bring him lunch and dennis tries to hit on you. you think he’s cute and entertain it meanwhile Robby is watching from afar liking it a little too much... ˎˊ˗
── .✦ oneshots/drabbles/blurbs
⟢ The one time you get your nails done — camgirl!reader
⟢ Yanking his mullet
⟢ His blood is an aphrodisiac — vampire!reader
⟢ Dennis is a smoker
⟢ Dennis loves to eat your pussy
⟢ Perv!dennis jerking off while telling you his fantasies
⟢ It's like he wants to get caught
⟢ Religious guilt
⟢ Sex tape
⟢ Nsfw hc — pt 2
⟢ Chronically ill reader + blurb
⟢ Dennis gets a cold
⟢ Truck date with Dennis
⟢ MedPlay with Dennis
⟢ Dennis Whitaker likes feet
⟢ Boob guy!Dennis
⟢ Dennis x appalachian farmgirl!reader
⟢ You're Dennis' Influencer GF — smau
RHYS SIMPSON
⤷ ゛nothing yet !!! ˎˊ˗
DC SIMON EVANS
⤷ ゛nothing yet !!! ˎˊ˗
VLADMIR DRACULA
⤷ ゛nothing yet !!! ˎˊ˗
KID "SAMMY" SAMPSON
⤷ ゛nothing yet !!! ˎˊ˗
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⁺ . 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 – stepbrother!rhys simpson x stepsister!fem!reader !
⁺ . 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 – 1.2k
⁺ . 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 – stepcest (with a tiny little dab of fauxcest)◞ smoking (cigarettes)◞ semi-public sex (not sex but definitely sexual)◞ shotgunning◞ equally pervertedness◞ mention of sex◞ sexual tension◞ mention of dry humping, pet name: babe – PROOFREAD !
⁺ . 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 – this is an edited version of something a came up with during me and @str4wbsstuff pervy word prompt game and thanks to her for proofreading and editing this for me (and help with the description) also yes I know I tagged dennis and this isnt about him but I swear im outting yall on. <3
✦ SMUT UNDER THE CUT | 18+ MINORS DNI </3 ⁺
the house is empty. your parents are out doing who knows, probably out on their third lunch date of the week. sadies at school, and the only people on the estate are you and rhys which seemed to happen often. just "enjoying" each other's company. when the both of you were alone, who could tell what would happen. maybe his hand would slip up your skirt or he'd find a way to get you on your knees looking up at him teary eyed as his cock was shoved down your throat. nothing in the air was telling you that this time would be any different.
you’re both sitting on the plush bench outside, opposite of each other. rhys is sitting comfortably, legs spread as lifts one hand to his mouth to take a drag from his cig the box of them in his other. your eyes wandered around his body. his slender fingers and the ring that fit snug around the middle digit, the grey sweatpants that showed off his distractingly large imprint. the way his chest rose when he breathed in the toxic smoke, you truly didn't mean to stare actually, you hated that you were staring in the first place.
gawking at your stepbrother whom you've claimed to hate on multiple occasions. even if he was forcing you to drop the annoying act whenever he was between your legs and rubbing tight circles on your clit to coax the truth out of you. it was never convincing for rhys. to your parents? yes. to sadie? yes. but rhys always could see everything you hid under that mask that you would try to glue on your face. it always seemed to wear down at the times when you needed it the most. and this was one of those times. "want one?" he said, turning his head slightly to look at you, eyes giving you same treatment that you were giving him. flicking down to your tits that are conveniently pressed together for his viewing pleasure, then looking back up to your face with a smirk playing on his lips. "no, rhys. i don't smoke." you said, noticing that the way you cross your arms makes your breasts press together. but you don't stop. you want him to keep looking and hope that it gets him hard.
"well...the way your starin' makes me think otherwise," he chuckled, taking another drag and blowing it all out, eyes locked on yours as he smile. it makes your throat constrict as you gulp. you were caught. but to be fair he would have to be blind or stupid if didn't catch sight of it. It's not like you were being unobvious. he always caught you. whispering a snide remark into your ear as he'd walk past, saying that if you wanted something, just come get it how it's so easy. and there were times that you would take him up on his offer. sneaking into his room during ungodly hours, playing coy or even dumb like you didn't have one dirty thing on your now corrupted mind. rhys extends his arm, shaking the box of cigarettes at you like you’re a cat snickering again when you ignore him.
"oh, you want a drag of mine, do ya, babe? you can come over and get it...just come closer..." he purrs, licking his lips as you look him in the eyes once again. the expression on his face is all too familiar, giving you an idea on what exactly was set in your very near future.
you don't smoke cigarettes. but lust makes you do crazy things. and forbidden lust built off the thrill of sneaking around with the added addicting heart-racing feeling of having your stepbrother's hand shut you up while he whispers, "better not make a peep. i-its like you want us to get caught..." into your ear as he grinds his cock into you. certainly makes you do even worse things, god—and the glances, the secret touching in plain sight...it could turn you into a different person. one that you weren’t sure if you liked, but still, you put your very shaky morals to the side deciding to scoot closer. like always, rhys wasn't satisfied.
"no. is that how close you’re gonna get? how can you smoke from over there? thought you wanted it." he said, words whiny and accusatory enough to make you listen. now you were almost touching shoulders. the proximity made your skin warm, like it was too tight on your body. not enough room for you to breathe. and like you thought, rhys maneuvered you onto his lap in the blink of an eye.
now, your thighs are caging in his, his bulge is right there and you want to touch it, grab it and stroke him through the fabric. but you don't. you look down at it once before starting to the battle of maddening eye contact. he smiles again, and you fight the urge of sliding you clothed cunt across his length. you hated that he made you like this, like him. feral and wild, like you couldn't control your feelings or emotions or fucking anything. you hated it so bad.
he grabs your hand and places the cig between your thumb and your pointer finger, dropping the box, letting his hands glide up and down your bare thighs. you watch as he visibly stifles a noise of some sort biting his lip. "go on. put it in your mouth. then suck and blow, you've got that kinda experience, don't ya?" he said the statement like it was a question, but he knows it for sure. its just not in the smoking way, and it makes that tugging feeling in your lower stomach come back, you swallow thickly. but you nod and listen, bringing it to your mouth.
failing your first attempt to successfully inhale the toxic smoke into your lungs. coughing it up as tears prick in the outer corner of your eyes. rhys tuts and shakes his head in disapproval. "aw...baby can't take it, can she? shame.." he muttered, his puffy bottom lip slightly jutting out as he stroked your now dewy cheeks. "you want your brother to do it for you. It'll be easier," again, you don't respond eye fluttering down to his pretty lips and mind going to "how he would do it for you" and the conclusion is something you like, but you would never admit that.
"ah. taking the silence as a yes. christ, I always got to do things myself," he sighs before taking the cigarette and wrapping his skilled lips around it and breathing in the smoke. the short scene you formed in your head played out in front of your face. rhys taking your jaw in his hand, squeezing it open, and pulling you down so he could blow it into your mouth. lids low as he looked at your lips and the way they parted. his lips brush against yours as he leans closer, that along with the smoke and his hand creeping up your shirt makes you go dizzy. then he pulls away, and whispers "keep that in..wouldn't want it to go to waste."
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The real reason Whitaker had micro bangs was due to playing Rhys in Out There not long before filming season 1 of the Pitt. He was brilliant as Rhys and should have been bafta nominated for it.
