hear me out… frank teaching dennis how to eat out reader. like ur back is on franks stomach and hes telling dennis what to do
OH MY GOD.... wet... how did I not do this one sooner
frank is actively holding your legs apart and Dennis settles between your legs. kissing your inner thighs you can feel franks hard cock on your back and youre just so sensitive from your heightened nervousness.
"alright Dennis, youre gonna flatten your tongue, nice long licks, make sure you get her clit." Dennis nodded licking his lips before licking long strips against your wet cunt. you shudder "make sure you suck on it too" frank told him. Dennis latched his lips to your little bundle of nerves swirling his tongue.
"use your fingers, c'mon, middle and ring," frank said peering over your shoulder. his hands moving to your stomach and breasts "yeah... curl em' your finding her sweet spot Dennis." you whine at his touch but youre still aching, he was too careful.
"dont be gentle, she needs more, c'mon now, make our girl feel good" frank reached a hand down between your legs shoving his head closer. and it worked, Dennis got more eager, no more soft licks against your sensitive bud, no more gentle presses against your gummy walls. he pumped his fingers curling them against the right spot. frank kept his hand on the back on Dennis' head. whinging as your nails dug into his thighs
"feeling good honey?" frank asked kissing behind your ear. you nodded back arching your face contorting with pleasure. "oh fuck!" youre gasping for air as frank pinches your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. his other hand holding your body against him.
"dont lift your head Dennis" frank said pulling your legs up so you couldn't close it on Dennis' head. you whined and cried out before finally coming your body tensed and frank told Dennis to slow down and work you through it, and he did just that. his fingers pumped slowly, and his tongue was softened it licks against your sopping wet cunt
"your boy did a good job eating this cunt huh?" frank asked you as your laid against him bit hazy. frank reaches back down pulling Dennis' hair back so he would lift his head. his chin was soaked and he licked his lips "tell Dennis he did a good job" frank commanded softly.
you looked down at Dennis "good boy" you let out breathlessly. Dennis crawled up to kiss you so you could taste yourself on his tongue as if he was boasting about how good he did,
jack abbot adopting a German Sheperd that used to be a bomb sniffing dog that was retired for loosing her sense of smell feels right to me. her name is Sargent. she is a sweetie shes maybe 5 or 6 years old. he babies her and pampers her. shes a daddies girl.
bonus he starts dating controversially young reader and shes loud and exciting and has a dog that's just as energetic as her and it makes jack and sarge more energetic. sarge loves reader soooooooooooo much like will walk between her legs lay on her and by her like shes a tiny dog.
maybe reader has a medium to small dog that does that and shes crawling on her like "wait me too mama" she loves her new sibling though. and she probably tries to get reader to hold her like jack does and accidentally knocks her over.
jack gives her those pats on her stomach and butt. she also probably knows how to smile and open the fridge to get stuff out.
jack keeps calling her a mommas girl because reader started feeding her bougie shit and takes her to the groomers instead of just brushing her and washing her in the tub
perv!dennis jerking off while he tells you his fantasies about you.
"oh, fuck!" he gasped. "c'mon dennis tell me" you said
"i want to ... bend you over tables half the time... keep pounding into you till your fucking stupid and all...ngh.... all you want is my cock" he moaned gasping for air.
"god i wanna suck on your breasts while you ride me. and i wanna fuck your throat after you sat on your knees for hours cockwarming me....oh god..." he slows so he doesn't cum too fast he knows you'll be mad and part of him wants to be bad but he has to be good if he wants to cum inside you.
you pull the panties aside and start rubbing your soaked clit "yeah? tell me more..." you said "wanna make you pee..., push down on your belly fuck you till you don't know if it's squirt or piss.... agghhh ... and cum all over you..."
you shudder as you rub right circle on the small bundle of nerves watching him stroke himself. his cock was big... and you wanted to do the things he talked about... the way he mumbled about pulling your hair and bitting you, throwing and smacking you around made you clench around nothing
"wanna...mmh.. get you— pregnant— fill your pussy up 'til you're knocked up... fuck make you a momma.... be so pretty with my babies.... s-sooo fucking pretty with a big swollen belly — Ah—" he stopped before he came you felt like you were gonna drool seeing his pretty hand on his pretty cock. he panted and slowly started again, edging himself "wanna fuck you in the woods... in the kitchen in the barn.... want you in a headlock..."
"wanna burry my face between your legs till your crying from how good im making your pretty cunt feel...." he was drooling at the sight of how wet you were, you're fingers rubbing against your bud. it was like a cartoon the way he floated over to you "no— you're supposed to wait" you warned him. he didn't answer just yanked your ankles to pull you on your back you're hips at the edge of the bed. his heavy hot cock resting on you're stomach
you gasped "you're being bad" you told him but you didn't care. he held your ankles together and fucked your thighs moving faster than before. he mumbled about how he'd want to fuck you in public. using toys on you. make you stupid for his cock. maybe even fuck your ass. you knew it was shit he'd seen in porn. it couldn't be from his own brain.
"god dennis... you gonna fuck me or keep using my thighs?" you asked and he perked up "i don't have any condoms" he said like he actually cared... you rolled your eyes
"fuck me like you mean it dennis show me those sick fantasies"
pairing. roommate!dennis whitaker x ogilvies (ex) gf!reader
genre. smut. wc. 2.6k
warnings. mdni, munch!Dennis, roommate!Dennis, kind of cheating...., james ogilvie, smut, p in v, fingering, oral (f!recieving), slight exhibitionism (they fuck in the living room), reader has curly hair and meat on her bones bc I do, hint of perv Dennis, kind of proofread,
a/n. based on this request... loved it so much had to make it a fic
You'd come home after a bad ending date with your... kind of boyfriend? you don't know anymore after this. Trinity could immediately tell something was up.
"What's your problem?" she asked looking at you from the couch. "its nothing" you huffed taking your heels off, then padding over to the kitchen for a beer. Trinity patted the spot on the couch next to her and you brought her a beer and sat down in that same spot with a huff.
"You always have that look on your face when you're back from hanging out with James, pleeaseee tell me you're breaking up" she asked, going about her finally getting a chance.
"First of all, we are dating, we aren't official... it's just stupid and embarrassing" you sighed, slumping back into the couch feeling pathetic. Trinity made a face before replying "I mean dating him is embarrassing enough I'm sure it can't get any worse from there" she smirked at you
"Okay. rude" you both laughed when you gave her a gentle shove
You sighed again, taking a sip of the beer. "It's just, dates are boring. He's boring! and he's fucking rude! Like— I just. Oh my god!"
Trinity was giving you another look "and you.. never realized that... before... or....?" you looked at her annoyed "No! Because I never worked on anything with him, and you know what thank fucking god.
You sat up like a revelation "Oh my god, Trinity. You know, not once out of however many times we've... fucked" you shuddered “I never—”
"YOU MEAN YOU NEVER CAME??? LIKE.. NOT ON— mmph!" Trinity' s shock was silenced by your hand flying to shut her up by covering her mouth "hello?? shut the hell up Dennis is sleeping. Besides, I don't want him hearing about this." you huff "ugh its so embarrassing. I kept thinking 'he'll get it! he'll learn!' and guess fucking what? he. never. does"
"I just need to cum! It's making me loony. like holy shit I don't wanna have to come home and rub one out every time we hang out i'm starting to want to kill him" you huffed out a laugh
After some more chatting and laughing, you decided to go shower to wash off the disgust while formulating your text to James to cut ties.
You showered, washed your face, and took an extra time to decompress under the warm water. The warmth of the water hitting your skin works to help you relax. Once you got out you made sure to do your nightly skin care and work in some curl cream and gel before you made sure to diffuse it.
Finally, while you were brushing your teeth, you finally decided to text James. your fingers tapping on the granite sink counter staring at the screen. You held your toothbrush in your mouth and typed it out.
you: I think we should call it quits I don't think this is working out for us
You spat out the frothed toothpaste and gargled some mouth wash then rinsed out the sink — giving yourself one extra look in the mirror before turning the light off and going to grab your silk bonnet to just chill out in the living room and watch TV.
So here you are, watching your show, in your pajama shorts and tee shirt, drinking whatever tea you could find in the pantry. The apartment was quiet, aside from the TV audio and the ceiling fan spinning.
Then you heard a creak from the hard wood floor making your head flick to the sound. to find Dennis creeping out of his room "Sorry... didn't mean to scare you" he said moving to sit down by you
"God, no you're fine, sorry if I woke you." you smiled at him wondering if he heard the talk from earlier or if it was your hair dryer.
You cleared your throat offering tea which he politely declined. leaving the both of you feeling awkward. It shouldn't be, you two were friends. You were a bit fidgety and he kept glancing at you... it was quiet between you and you were hoping he hadn't heard your embarrassing story from earlier... but that awkwardness vanished after getting a notification on your phone.
James Ogilvie: I thought we had a great time together, I just don't understand where this is coming from...
James Ogilvie: I just wish you would've told me before I wasted so much money on you. Maybe we should go out and talk this over, your treat?
"ugh... what the fuck—" you mumble to yourself. Dennis looks at you curiously. He gets a bit closer, leaning in to ask softly, "what's wrong?" all you could think of was how sweet he was. How nice it was for him to be worried meanwhile his hand is already aching to touch you.
"Ogilvie is just an asshole, I should've never agreed to go out with him let alone go on multiple dates." you were already getting ready to text him something back, telling him off.
"Oh yeah I heard you earlier... is that really true? that he never made you cum?" he asked
You were shocked... 'So he did hear me' .... you thought to yourself, blinking a few too many times. You turned your head to look at him "you.. heard that?" you asked him.
"Yeah, these walls are really thin and I was up watching uhh.. something, and happened to hear." Dennis shrugged like it wasn't an embarrassing conversation
"Uh— yeah... it's true ... he's just... is weird... I don't know why I tried with him" you said taking a sip of your tea, fixing the satin on your head to sit better
Dennis nodded, brows scrunched like he's deep in thought "yeah he sucks... and he's rude"
"I know he treats people and patients like shit—" you began
"No, I mean it's rude of him to leave you unsatisfied. a real man would've had you fucked out and finished in no time... but... that too" Dennis said.
you brain was short circuiting "uh—"
Dennis looked at you with a warm calloused hand resting on your thigh, squeezing lightly. "I just think... if he was a better boyfriend... he should've made sure you came first... every time..." he paused for a moment staring into your eyes "that's what I would've done if I had you..."
"Dennis—" your breath hitched, his hand squeezed the fat of your thigh. he was so close you could feel his breath
he was almost on top of you now, his hands on either side of your hips "let me show you how a real man should treat a lady, hm?" you nodded, searching his eyes, seeing them sparkle from the moonlight. you were entranced by him, his sultry voice, you'd never heard him talk like this before
"mm-mm, I need to hear you say it, I've been waiting too long for just a nod..." he said in that same smooth voice,
"yes... yes, please show me..." your lips chased his and he immediately latched his lips to yours. one of his hands sliding up your waist you wrap your arms around his neck. One of your fingers threaded through his hair as your lips moved together with fervor.
you couldn't help yourself. You knew you should clarify that it was over with James but when one of your closest friends is on top of you grinding his hard-on onto your thigh... well you weren't worried about it.
Dennis' rough hands grabbed at your waist. He was eager and desperate to feel you. his hands pushing your shirt up, pulling it off of you, dragging the bonnet off with it. You didn't care, not when he started kissing down your body.
he sucked small bruises on your collar bone and his hands began to massage and grope your breasts before his kisses moved down you your nipples.
"fuck—" you gasped looking down at his eyes. they were almost like a predator the way he looked up at you licking over your hardened buds. he cracked a smile before latching to one, groaning against it — sending vibrations through you body " oh god... Dennis..." you whined, fingers tightening in his hair.
His wet kisses traveled down your navel — he stopped just above your pajama shorts to stop and look up at you for permission to go further. you looked down at him with dazed eyes and a nod, silently thankful that you'd gotten a wax. you moved to take your shorts off but he quickly stopped you taking them off throwing them behind him.
He hummed to himself as he got your thighs over his shoulders "do you usually wax?" he asked giving your sensitive bud a kiss
"Sometimes just to get it cleaned up... but James doesn't like hair... so I just get everything waxed" you confessed. James always said how much he hated body hair and was very particular about how you looked specifically.
Dennis huffed, dragging his tongue along your slit causing you to shudder. "y'know... a real man wouldn't care about that kind of stuff, I don't, you'd never have to do that if you didn't want to with me" he told you, rubbing your thigh. He turned his head to kiss and nip the plushness of thigh smiling when he felt your legs tense. "Relax, pretty... let me take care of you... just like I'm supposed to..." he mumbled, diving back in for a taste.
You let out a loud gasp. One hand flying up to cover your mouth and the other to his hair. Your leg jerked up trying to close but he quickly pinned it to his shoulders lapping up your sweet juices. “Fuck…!” your toes curled and pressing into his back as he worked you up. You'd never felt so good from just a tongue. He hummed against you, sending vibrations through your core.
Your eyes sewn together, mouth agape, your moans and gasps come out stuttered as his tongue drew vigorous circles against your tilt "oh my god... Dennis!" you bit down on a knuckle in hopes to shut yourself up but he was so fucking good at this. Thank god trinity slept like a rock.
You looked down to see his stupid smirk. you just shoved his head back down "mmph... eager... making you feel good? hm?" he mumbled against your skin, you gave him a nod as one of his hands slid up to grope your breast.
Dennis brought his other hand down slowly pressing his middle and ring finger into your cunt using his fingers to stretch you open. Your hips stuttered and eyes rolled back feeling his thick long fingers scissor gently inside you, gently curling to find your sweet spot "oh— god— den!" he smiled.
He started moving faster and more spirited with his licks and thrusts of his fingers. you gasped hitting the back of the couch as your face scrunched up. "fuck fuck fuckfuckfufck!" your legs locked up and your hips rolled, riding yourself through your orgasm ".... oh god..."
When he sat back on his heels, You laid there, on your back, panting, eyes half lidded as you looked up at him… your eyes followed his face, landing on his chin and parts of his shirt, noticing wet marks from him making you squirt. Your eyes traveled downward to his boxers seeing a wet stain on them, your breath hitching at the sight "mm see baby... real men get off on making their girls feel good" he smiled. “oh my god…” you mumbled in return.
“Nope, just me” Dennis leaned over your body to kiss you and grind his hard on between your soaked folds. You whined, still feeling sensitive but you didn't care…
Dennis left sloppy kisses and bites along your chest and collar bone, he moved his boxers down enough for his cock to spring out, you were shocked by his size, James wasn't that big. Dennis smirked rubbing his length along your slit to coax out whines from you “big huh? Think you can take it in your tight cunt?” he asked almost mockingly.
You nodded eagerly. “Words honey, tell me you can take my dick” Dennis commanded.
“I can take it…” you gave him another nod, lazier this time… he put a pillow under your hips and began to press his tip against your entrance. You bit our lip, eyebrows scrunching as he pushed in, sheathing himself inside you with a loud groan “fuck… you feel perfect… so tight n’ warm…” his big hands ran up your stomach groping your tits and hips. “Feels good huh?” he asked, giving you a minute to adjust. Your head jerked up and down.
Just as he was about to move your phone, you got a call...
Incoming Call: James Ogilvie ❤️
he smiled before slamming his hips in, bottoming out. "fuck—" you whined, toes curling. you told him to just let it ring when he picked it up "c'mon baby, don't wanna leave him hanging" he smiled, almost evilly, as he Bega rolling his hips.
"no... he'll find out... I cant—" you said between moans. Dennis didn't care "you don't want to be rude and send him to voicemail, isn't he your boyfriend?" Dennis asked.
"no! he's not!" you replied asking Dennis to slow down and all he answered with was "Then you better tell him that." before answering the phone for you and putting it to your ear.
"hiiii,... James....!" you gasped
"hey,,, is everyone alright? you don't sound too good?" Before you could reply he got right to the chase. Dennis didn't bother slowing down at all making you cover your mouth to muffle the whines
"We should go out just give me another shot, how about we go to that restaurant you've been asking me to take you too?" he suggested and when your eyes flicked to Dennis he just shook his head 'no' before burying his head in your neck biting and kissing at your soft skin as his hips kept a slow pace.
"n-nn-no ss- sorry...! uhm... den.. Dennis is taking me there nnext weekend!" you were able to get out before your teeth dug into your bottom lip
" then next time your free we could—" James began talking again and just before you could say no Dennis took the phone, "She's busy doin’ something but I don't think afterwards she'll want to go on another date with you ever." he said before hanging up and tossing your phone back on the coffee table
"Dennis!" you grabbed at his shirt, nails digging into the flesh of his bicep, as his hips moved erratically. His hands take a bruising grip on your love-handles. "Fuck... god you feel so good baby..." he groaned..
"C'mon... tell me the truth," he said, looking down at you.
"hhhuh?" you were confused, gasping for air.
"tell me who fucks you better, baby... me or him? c'mon..." he crooned
"yy... fuck! you!" you shout.
"fuck me? is that anyway to speak to me when I'm giving you what you've been craving?" he teased with a mocking frown, bringing his thumb down to circle your clit
"c'mon, admit I fuck you better, and you can cum"
your breath shudders again "no— I meant... you do!" you whined trying to catch your breath at the bruising pace he was going.
Dennis' mouth curved into a smug smile "good girl..." he purred "go on, let go, pretty girl... I got you"
your body tensed feeling that white hot ripple through your body before you finally release on his cock. "oh god! thank youu!"
Dennis slows his thrusts before pulling out, his smile softens at you your scrunched face, head thrown back as you pant, body shaking "mm you really needed that, huh?" he said finishing himself off onto your tummy
You gave him a pouty nod and he responded with a chuckle before picking you up so you could pee and get cleaned up, knowing he got you all to himself now.
genre. fake-dating, friends-to-lovers. slow burn word count. 1.7k
summary. You and Dennis had a marriage of convenience, you've been married since undergrad and now you're scared he may want a divorce...
warnings. fem!reader, typical pitt warnings (mentions of medical things and blood), fake dating/marriage, Dennis smokes, reader is jealous, then goes out to get laid, hurt/comfort, Dennis' middle name changes yes its on purpose, annoying and preventable misunderstandings! and a two parter cause I hate yall!
a/n. lore drop! I almost got married (two different times) so I could get a full ride to university... Because it makes you an independent and you'd have no income so FAFSA would give you a LOT of money.... yep!!
You and Dennis both come from relatively poor families and college is fucking expensive. It's not a shock that it was something you could connect on. The only difference was that he was some quiet farm boy and you were this loud obnoxious city girl.
The two of you met and quickly became friends in your Moses, Jesus, and Mohammad class. You only took it as an elective and he was taking it for his major. You thought his shyness was cute, he was like a mouse.
Everyone teased him about how he was like a mouse in your pocket, or that the two of you should date. You both laughed it off.
Since you and Dennis bonded over your family's situation. He told you how his family was going to sell their farm for the last two years, how mad they are that he wants to go to grad school and be a doctor.
He doesn't want his family to sell their farm but he didn't want to drop out. You were close to pulling out the biggest loan you could. And whatever scholarships the two of you had weren't doing you any favors.
“I just don’t know what to do… They want me to drop out I don't— I can’t I already committed to being pre-med—” he choked out.
You pulled him close, rocking him gently. “We’ll figure it out…” you mumbled softly.
So, after some research, you got married. Just to get college for free, nothing else. You’d live together, hang out like normal. Everything would be the same as it was, now you were just married.
It was a small quaint wedding. With a nice white dress, a pretty homemade bouquet, a hand-me-down suit, and a trip to the courthouse... And for extra measures a trip to whatever church was nearby. He sent his mom photos, lying that you two were in love. If you weren’t, it was considered an unholy, sinful marriage. She shouldn't know there’d be no commitment to each other.
You, on the other hand, told your family the truth. You had no reason to lie. Your mom was the one who suggested it anyway. You just married your guy friend for benefits.
A month had passed when it finally hit you. You were married.
I am 20 years old and married. I should be out clubbing. You kept thinking Well, I still can. but it feels weird with a husband.
Your eyes wide as you stared at your ring. You aren't even paying attention to your lecture anymore as the cogs slowly turn in your brain, still trying to comprehend the fact that you just got married.
The original plan was to divorce after graduation. BUT he had gotten accepted into Medical school and you were still considering going back for your masters. And it was nearly $2,000 for a divorce
So, you moved with him when he went to UPenn. And during his last two years of medical school, you did your masters.
No one at work knew he was married. He kept his wedding band on the chain holding his cross. Even then, everyone just assumes it just has a cross.
After a fight with you about… something, he's so exhausted after pittfest he doesn't even remember what it was about. Anyway he decided to stay in some abandoned part of the hospital. He showered, listened to music to cheer himself up from his terrible first day on this rotation.
Santos scared the shit out of him, questioning him about why he was staying here. "what— no no my uhhh—" maybe he shouldn't say anything... I mean it's not a committed relationship but it feels weird to refer to you as just his roommate…
She assumed he was homeless based on the fact that he didn't know how to say he had a wife and wasn't sure how to say it at all
"You can stay with me, I have a spare bedroom..." Trinity offered.
"ok…?" so he stays at Trinity's now. It was easier that way, She was closer, he borrowed her car to help Amy. If he wasn't at work or trinity’s he was at Amys
You: hey… I’m sorry about the fight but I’m starting to get worried, where are you???”
Dennis: Everything is good, staying with a friend.
It's been 5 months since he’d started staying at Trinity’s... you barely see him. He's barely ever home. Sometimes you'd catch him when he came to grab something from home, say a few words in passing and he was gone again.
He's texting you that he's okay, everything’s fine but how can you believe him? Your husband best friend is nowhere to be found.
Not to mention, rent is overdue and your earnings can only cover so much.
Okay, no— that sounds bad— that's not the only reason you're worried. You are VERY worried. Your landlord is just a dick and keeps threatening to raise the prices now that he’s “gone.” which makes you sick to your stomach at that accusation becoming a reality.
You: hey they are trying to up rent on me, where are you?
Dennis: I’ll call, don’t worry.
But you did. You worried so much it made you vomit. You didn't want him to leave you over some stupid fight. He’s never been like this. You wondered if something happened to him. If he’s ashamed of something.
another few weeks and you couldn't stand it anymore. Your mind started reeling…
Is he that upset about it? Does he hate me now?? What if he files for divorce. would he stop being my best friend?? did he find someone better??
Someone better? what? No. No. we are NOT dating!! get. it. together…
That next day, during your lunch break at work, you suck up your pride and drive to the PTMC. Walking right into triage, straight to the front desk.
You try to rationalize, you really do. you tell yourself he's just busy, he needs time. But he's your best friend... and technically and legally your husband. And you can't help but worry when you haven't seen him in nearly 7 months
"Excuse me, I'm looking for Dr. Dennis Whitaker" You asked the woman at the desk "Name, honey?"
"What? Oh uhm" you give her your name, and you realize you never changed your last name to Whitaker. You zone out only snapping back when she looked up at you with a smile and told you "go on back"
you gave a small thank you before stomping into the ED. okay it was more of a stride. you scanned around aimlessly. So much was going on when a nice blonde nurse came up to you
"Hi, can I help you sweetie? lookin for a patient?" she asked
"huh, No im looking for Den—"
Then he says your name, that sweet soft voice of his, calls your name. but he's confused, why was he confused? he should be happy to see you, you've barely been seeing each other in maybe 7 months?
"DENNIS. AUBREY. WHITAKER." that came out angrier than planned
"Oh no." he swallowed.
"what the fuck! I mean—" you have a harsh sigh, holding your face feeling embarrassed at the yelling in the middle of a trauma center. You apologized as Dennis excused the two of you to a hall.
"what are you doing here??" he asked looking down at you
"I'm here because you've practically disappeared for months! I've barely seen you!" you whisper yelled "I mean Jesus H. Christ I would've like a heads up if you were staying with your girlfriend. I was trying to contact you and tell you the fucking bills went up."
"shit... shit, I'm so sorry. With work and Amy—" he began
"Amy? Is that your girlfriend?" you shouldn't be so jealous. but where does he get off not telling you he got a girlfriend!
"what? no! no. nonononono." he shook his head with a small laugh "look I've been straying with Trinity and—"
"Trinity? Is that your girlfriend???" your eyes narrowed. Okay, maybe you can get jealous. He’s named two girls hes never mentioned before
"NO! not at all!" he said, freaking out. His messy brows scrunching together. He looked mortified
"So, are you just sleeping with them? How many are there? I mean I don’t care if you sleep with girls but Jesus Christ Den!" you felt your throat close and your head spin.
Why am I so jealous? we aren't ACTUALLY married this is so stupid. you thought to yourself
"NO! I'M NOT —" he caught himself, he didn't want to get angry with you, he wasn't that kind of man. "I'm not sleeping with them, no. I—" you could feel eyes on you now. wanting the conversation to be over. People were watching, glancing over, whispering. "Just— I wish you would tell me these things! I'm supposed to be your best friend!" your chest felt heavy
And before you could say anything your lunch alarm went off "fuck— I gotta go. I can't deal with this right now." you sped walked to the exit trying to hold in tears till you got to the car.
You only sped up when he went after you. You got in the car and drove off before he could reach you. You spent a good 15 minutes in the bathroom before class sobbing, feeling stupid and confused.
Dennis sighed, leaning himself against the wall sliding down. His elbows rest on his knees as he covers his face. Dana came out holding a cigarette for him. He took it, smoking for the first time since his second year of med school.
He went back to getting bombarded with questions. Till the end of his shift he was stuck telling people to stop when they asked about you. Telling them off when they ask about his middle name. The middle name that isn't his middle name. He didn't actually have one, you just always made one up for him. He felt sick with overwhelming anxiety. He knew he had to go home.
No Trinity's apartment, no Amy's farm. Home. the home he shared with you.
When Dennis got home that night, it was eerily quiet and you were nowhere to be found. Just your ring with a note reading:
genre. fluff. fake dating. hurt/comfort word count. 2.8k
summary. 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
warnings. car breaks down, implications of child abuse bad family dynamics: his brothers are bullies, abusive father, toxic masculinity: Dennis calls himself a sissy, thinks of himself as less of a man for crying, he has tattoos, fem!reader.
a/n. I loved writing this so much so it going to have to parts,,,,. ty jay for helping me out. based on this request.
When you saw Dennis that morning you swore your heart was going to beat out of your chest.
You've been living with Trinity and Dennis for a while now. You were used to all their quirks and.. bad habits. ahem,,, trinity... that's not the point. the point is he's going home and you're going with him.
It started when he told his parents when he was living with two roommates. Having religious parents they assumed he meant two men. so, naturally, when his mom was on face time and saw you, she assumed you were his girlfriend. "Dennis? who's that?" she narrows her eyes making out the form of a woman in the kitchen getting ready to make dinner. "Does my baby boy have a girlfriend?!" she was so excited... it would've broken her heart if he said no.
he called you over "hm?" you walked over seeing him mute the call "mymomthinksyouremygirlfriendpleaseplayalong— here she is!" you barely had time to register what he said before you were awkwardly waving to her. you introduced yourself and she asked a few questions. "where do you work?" "how old are you?" "How long have you been dating?" you told her everything she wanted to know. You worked with Dennis, you were 25, and you've only been dating for a few months.
Only one of those was a lie. and then she asked something you didn't have an answer for "so are you coming home with my denny?" you were a bit stunned, stuttering slightly, looking to him for help. "no mom she uh I don't think she can" she looked disappointed and it broke your heart a bit. "uhh I can check my schedule and let Dennis know" you smiled. It wasn't a sure answer but it was a possibility. And she liked that possibility. When he hung up he apologized profusely offering to tell his mom you can't go.
"Dennis, it's fine I felt bad she seemed excited that you had someone." Maybe it was wrong but you didn't mind it that much, you wouldn't mind a little vacation... even if you would be dealing with his brothers which you've heard about a lot. "You really don't have to go." he insisted, feeling guilty.
"If you want me to go, then I'll go." you told him. And maybe it was wrong of him to want you to go.
You called off the same days he did, and you packed your clothes for his small town of Broken Bow, Nebraska. "Is it like, super conservative? cause my summer stuff isn't great..." you called from the floor of your room. "It's uh..." he got up and went to your room "I'll just help you..." you showed him the clothes you were going to pack. He vetoed most of them. He ended up letting a few stay after seeing your little pout. "I know, I'm sorry, they are just weird." he said trying to be comforting. "I can say you're sick?" he offered... again. "Den, it's fine, I'm only joking."
Trinity kept teasing the two of you. "Pretending to date? really?" she asked "hey, not my idea" you told her. "I told you you didn't have to go!" Dennis reminded you, lugging your suitcase and duffle from your room. "Jesus, how long are you staying a month?" Trinity was shocked at how much you packed compared to Dennis' medium suitcase. "like 5 days?, what if I buy stuff? I also packed other things in case they were too showy." you said as if it was obvious.
Dennis huffed, "you should see how much underwear she packed..." There was a long pause "no— not like — I wasn't peeking!" he sighed in defeat "ill just take these to your car..." as soon as he's out of the apartment you and Trinity break out into loud laughter.
"Give him a hard time" Trinity gave you a hug "and don't let those freaky small town people talk down to you" she patted your back. you and trinity were from relatively big cities. She knew you wouldn't let them be mean to you. Dennis came back up for the last of the bags, and you, letting you bring the small cooler and snacks.
You finally got on the road letting him drive first. He wanted to drive, he wanted to prolong the reality aproaching as much as possible. As you drove he told you small things about his brothers, not things you'd have to remember, just things to prepare you. How they are loud, how they are bullies, how they are annoying, inconsiderate, assholes. You were surprised at just how angry he got over this.
"Dennis, it's fine let's just listen to music for a bit, we have 15 hours ahead of us..." you comforted him. He nodded, taking a deep breath.
As the two of you drove you'd showed him some of your favorite songs, he liked most of them, even ones he didn't like. He was nice about it. He showed you some of his, you loved them. Every time you'd get gas or stop for food you switched. You learned more about each other than you had in the last few months of living together.
You learned about his childhood. How his dad and brothers treated him, his mom was great... sometimes. How he studied theology in his undergrad. You loved listening to him. You two would talk about drama at ED. He told you about how Amy was doing. You warned him about how unprofessional it was... yet in the same breath, you offered to come with him so he could do yard work and take care of their farm while you helped with the baby.
After about 11 hours of driving he pulled off the highway, "okay lets— oh..." he smiled softly down at you, seeing your seat all the way back, laying on your side, sleeping soundly as Johnny Cash played softly on the radio. He can't help but stare longer than he should. You look so peaceful, so beautiful— he shakes his head and gently wakes you up from your nap, his hand resting on your side, where your waist and ribs meet. His hearth thumped at your soft mewl and the way your face scrunched as you sat up.
"huh? are we there?" you ask "no not yet, thought you might be hungry, we can get a motel and sleep for a bit okay?" His voice is soft. you nodded while getting out with him. You stretched yourself out groaning at the crack of your back.
You followed him into the dinner, a bit slumped. He laughed softly at your cute sleepy face. the two of you got burgers, fries, you asked to get a milkshake for the road and he teased you for your sweet tooth as he obliged.
He drove the two of you to a seedy motel. He ran in as you stayed in the car before coming back out with the keys and parking closer to the door before shutting it completely off. "Here you go, I'll bring your duffle up if you wanna shower or something" he offered. you nodded, taking a key and getting out to walk into the room.
He soon followed, setting your duffle bag and his book bag at the foot of the bed and plopped down on it. his arm falling over his eyes. you came out showered and in a towel changing in the restroom before coming back out to lay down. Both of you were too exhausted to care about sharing a bet.
When you woke up, he was sleeping on his back with his arm tucked under your head. you grinned softly, your eyes tracing the curve of his nose. the way the warm, golden rays of sun shined through the curtains, hitting his face so beautifully. As he wakes up you roll over pretending to be asleep. "mm hey... we got 5 more hours on the road" he said gently shaking you.
you roll over scrunching your face like you just woke up "hm?... oh okay..." you got up. He helped get everything back in the car, and he checked out of the motel before you guys left to get breakfast at another diner.
Breakfast was short n' sweet, nothing special. you'd steal a bite or two of his hash browns and he'd take a bit of your pancake. It was hot. You had on jean shorts and a tee shirt. He had on his faded, scuffed up blue jeans and a tee-shirt. You covered breakfast since he bought you lunch and dinner. his face looked sorrowful, more so than usual. You knew he wasn't looking forward to going back. Maybe that's why you wanted to go. So he'd have someone there to connect with.
Stupid, right? It's his home town, he had to have some friends?
He sat in the passenger seat, quiet, dejected. You'd been talking for a second before he cut you off with "sorry what?" you sighed, grabbing his hand. "Don't be so scared of going home, okay?"
"Easy for you to say, you don't know them" Dennis sassed. But he didn't pull his hand away from yours, instead he squeezed harder. "Well, you're right about that... what I do know is I got your back, and I'm a loud-mouthed city girl." I smiled at him "as rotten as they come."
He laughed softly "thanks..." he put the seat back, manspreading as much as the front seat allowed.
30 minutes later he was asleep, Ethel Cain playing softly, when the engine sputtered. You sat up, letting go of his hand to put both at 10 and 2. you swerved a bit before pulling your car over to the shoulder of the long stretch of empty road.
"Fuck!"
That woke him up, "huh? what happened, why are we stopped?” "I— I don't know! There was an engine light and something sputtered!" you blurted out anxiously. "Alright, it's alright." Dennis attempted to calm you down but this was your worst nightmare. Stranded, on an empty rural road, in the blaring heat. "Easy for you to say!" you yelled, realizing the irony.
The two of you got out of the car to assess the situation."I'm gonna die, I don't wanna die Dennis" he just laughed "what are you laughing for!? We could die out here! Have you ever watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre???" his hands wrapped around your biceps. "We aren't going to die. Okay? I'm going to fix this." you give him a confused look as he goes to your trunk to find your emergency kit.
He's walking back to set it down in the grass that's already irritating your calves. "Besides..." he paused taking of the teeshirt he had on so he was just in a wife-beater. "their care didn't break down, they stopped on their own." he smiled.
You gave him the craziest look. amazed at his placid demeanor. "what are you doing??" you asked him, as he popped the hood to your car. "Relax, I know what I'm doing.”
you stepped back after previously hovering. looking him up and down as he worked.he a rag in the back pocket of his faded blue jeans, and he wiped whatever oil that got on his hands on his wifebeater. His jeans sagged a bit, letting his boxers peak out. you stared at the way he bent over the engine making sure everything was okay.
Dennis got dirtier by the second and you teetered on your feet in the grass getting bit by mosquitoes. "What's wrong with it?" you asked. "uhh looks like your fuel pressure is off... quick fix should get us back but we can get it fixed when we get to a Broken Bow." he said putting it back after wiping it with his rag.
He put the kit back in the trunk and leaned on the open window of the passenger door "start 'er up." he told you. you bite your bottom lip turning your key, the engine running as good as new.
"See? told ya' I know what I'm doin'" Dennis beamed getting back in the car, filling it with the faint smell of motor oil. "thanks" you smiled at him. Dennis offered his hand again, "no way, you have motor oil all over your hands."
he gave a little pout and wiped his hands on his shirt, again, offering it to you, again. You smiled at his attempt, taking his hand in yours.
Just an hour before getting to the Whitaker family' s farm you stopped for gas, and to give him a breather. you got out filling the tank back up. you weren't really looking forward to your road trip ending or meeting his family, but you were happy you got to be with him.
You looked down to see him sulking, reaching your hand into the window and ruffling his hair, "hey, your turn to drive."
Dennis slowly got out of the car, keeping his head down "alright alright..." Then you saw it. A little tear trickling down his face. "hey, hey what's wrong?" you asked, brows pinched together. you were holding his face to get a better look at him.
It's not like he wanted to cry, it was just one tear. Then you asked him what's wrong and opened the flood gates. He didn't even really know why he was crying. He was a man, he shouldn’t be crying over going home after years of not seeing them. but all He could do was shake his head, lip quivering as he struggled to catch your gaze.
he pulled away, taking a few steps away from you. He turned to face you for a moment "I just... Fuck! I don't want to go back to that shit hole fuck..." he gasped. "my— my brothers? are fucking assholes! and my dad hes— hes worse!" he choked on his tears. holding his face "and momma? — oh god... she —" he looked down crying into his hands.
"s'okay den.. you don't have to tell me, not at all" you pulled him into a hug, your face drawn with worry at his distraught state. your hand pushing his head into your shoulder. His whole body stiffened. He didn't want to get you dirty but you didn’t care. you squeezed tighter and he finally hugged your waist crying into your shoulder
"m'such a fuckin' sissy..." he cried. "no you're not Dennis..." you felt his arms get tighter. you pulled away enough to look at his face "you're like the strongest guy I know, you got this I know you do."
Your hands rubbed his back to the nape of his neck till he matched his breathing to yours as you stood at the gas pump. He pulled away when he felt a little better, his hands a bit tight on your waist. You smiled, brows still pinched in worry, as you wiped the tears away "you got this."
you pulled him closer to kiss the tear stains on his cheeks. and he hugged you again, your shirt riding up from his hands pulling you closer. He kissed your temple and messily along the side of your face mumbling thank you's and I’m sorry's.
"It's okay, it's okay, are you feeling better? do you still want to go?" you asked Dennis, rubbing his side. He nodded "yeah... yes" he nodded. He was so embarrassed about crying in front of you that he wanted to be strong. like he had to prove himself. "you don't have to den..." "yes I do"
you kissed him as if it would snap him out of this delusion. you had no ill-intent. but you knew he'd become hyper aware. "Dennis. You have nothing to prove by going to that farm." his eyes locked on yours. nodding his head "I want to see my momma..." you sighed and nodded "okay..."
He got in the driver seat and you got in the passenger seat. You looked at him as he started the car, studying his face, and he pulled out of the gas station.
your head rested on his shoulder, looking down at the tattoo on his forearm. You brought your index finger up to trace over it, feeling his body relax from your touch.
An hour or so, maybe less, had passed and he turned on a dirt road. you pulled his hand to your lap letting him squeeze your hand as you got closer and closer to the farm. Your free hand reached over rubbing soothing circles on his chest.
He stopped the car after pulling it off to the grass. "Kiss me again," he asked. you obliged, softly pressing your lips to him as he lazily kissed back, letting you cloud his senses. You only stopped, hearing a screen door open.
⤷ ゛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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pervy roommates ! dennis and trinity that love when you walk around the apartment in just panties and a shirt. they love just moving over to the side or yanking them down (or off) and immediately fucking you especially if you are making breakfast or something quick to eat they love bending you over the counter and fucking you so hard you slide off like jello.
