SUMMARY: It’s been nearly a year since your ex-boyfriend dumped you and left you with a laundry list of insecurities, and you haven’t been able to really put yourself out there since. But when Dennis shows up at the adoption fair you’re running for your job at the animal shelter, there’s just something about him that makes you feel like you’re ready to try again.
TOTAL WORD COUNT: ???
WARNINGS (more to come): Body Issues (Dennis and Reader), References to Past Animal Abuse, Emotionally Abusive Exes (Dennis and Reader), Mention of Past Domestic Violence (Dennis’s Evil Ex), Dry Humping/Thigh Riding, Two Idiots In Love Making Out In A Car, Oral (M Receiving), Titjob, Cum Play, Fingering. 18+ only, no minors.
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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.
SUMMARY: It’s been nearly a year since your ex-boyfriend dumped you and left you with a laundry list of insecurities, and you haven’t been able to really put yourself out there since. But when Dennis shows up at the adoption fair you’re running for your job at the animal shelter, there’s just something about him that makes you feel like you’re ready to try again.
WORD COUNT: 4.9K
WARNINGS (more to come): Body Issues (Dennis and Reader), References to Past Animal Abuse, Emotionally Abusive Exes (Dennis and Reader), Mention of Past Domestic Violence (Dennis’s Evil Ex), Dry Humping/Thigh Riding, Two Idiots In Love Making Out In A Car, Oral (M Receiving), Titjob, Cum Play, Fingering. 18+ only, no minors.
*Taglist is open to 18+ readers (no blank blogs) who comment, reblog, and/or chat with me via asks. If you just want to read lowkey, that’s cool and you do you, but the taglist is reserved for the lovely people who want to interact with me and my story :)
The restaurant is bustling for a Sunday night, and as the hostess takes you to your table you look around in awe of the place. It’s sleek and modern without being minimalist, bathed in low warm light with chillout music playing at the perfect volume. The place is lively and sexy and not any place you’d ever have pictured Dennis choosing, but you’re pleasantly surprised to find that, in his Sunday best, with his arm around your waist, he looks totally comfortable. The hostess seats you at a table near the open kitchen, and when she hands Dennis the wine list, he passes it to Mal almost instinctively.
“You drinking tonight?” she asks you.
“Not really,” you reply. “I’ve got work in the morning, and you know more than two and I’m useless the next day.”
She sighs. “Lightweight,” she says, snapping the wine list closed. “Cocktails it is then. I’m not gonna drink a whole bottle by myself.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you snark, and she laughs.
“Hey! Don’t make me look like a wino in front of my new friend here.” She turns to Dennis. “So, what’s your poison, Dennis?”
“I’m not much of a drinker either,” he replies, “but feel free to get whatever you want.”
“You might regret saying that,” Mal replies, “but I’ll just stick to my dirty martinis.”
You turn to Dennis, who is holding the signature cocktail menu, and point at one of the drinks. “I was checking out the menu earlier and I thought you might like this one—it’s like an old fashioned but with fresh peaches and blackberries.”
“That sounds perfect,” he says. “I love peaches.”
“Well you’ve already got the juiciest peach in this place,” Mal quips, and you kick her under the table. “Ow! Fuck.”
“Don’t mind her,” you say, noting the flush rising on Dennis’s cheeks and the tiny smile playing at the corner of his lips. “She’s an idiot.”
Dennis leans over and whispers in your ear, “She’s not wrong,” and the deep timbre of his voice shoots straight to your core.
“Stop it,” you say. “Both of you.”
Mal giggles and gives Dennis a cheeky little wink. It’s gonna be a long night if she keeps this up, but you’re not actually mad. It feels good—easy, comfortable even—being with the two of them, and you can tell Mal already likes him. She wouldn’t bother hiding it if she didn’t.
You already know what you’re going to order. When you weren’t out of your mind on wedding websites earlier in the day, you were studying the menu and making your decision. All of you are ready by the time the waiter arrives to take your drink order but when you see the man’s face you freeze for a moment before looking away. You know him—Tom; he used to work at Brad’s restaurant and he would hang out late night with the chef crew from time to time. You bury your face in the menu, hoping he doesn’t recognize you. If he does, he doesn’t mention it, just takes your table’s order and says he’ll be back swiftly with your drinks.
One slight arch of a perfectly shaped eyebrow tells you Mal knows something’s up, but she’s not about to ask you in front of Dennis. You shake your head at her, almost imperceptibly, telling her to drop it in that secret non-verbal friend language.
“So, Dennis,” she says, and you brace yourself for what’s coming.
“Here we go… Please be nice, Mal.”
“I’m always nice. I just want to know what your intentions are with my bestie here.”
“Oh my Godddd.” You hide your face in your hands and you hear Dennis chuckle next to you. “You don’t have to answer that.”
“It’s a valid question,” he says. “She’s just looking out for you.”
“Damn right,” Mal says. “So…”
“Well,” Dennis begins, “I don’t know how much she’s told you about me and my divorce-”
“I didn’t say anything,” you interrupt, turning to him. You look into his eyes, needing him to know that you didn’t break his trust. “I didn’t tell her about all that, and you don’t have to either.”
“It’s ok.” He places his hand on your thigh under the table and gives it a gentle squeeze before turning back to Mal. “I was in a bad situation for a really long time. My ex-wife is… not a nice person. When we finally got divorced, I thought it was enough to just be away from her, that I could just be happy on my own without having to deal with… all that.” He turns to you and the adoration in his eyes makes your stomach flip. “But then I met you, and I knew I could never be happy alone knowing you were out there.” He turns back to Mal. “I never thought she’d go out with me. Couldn’t even get up the courage to ask her. She had to ask me. But I’m so happy she did. So, uh, I guess my intentions are to make her happy for as long as she lets me.”
You can see from the way Mal’s face softens as he talks that he’s already won her over, and she confirms it when she says, “OK, that’s the cutest shit I’ve ever heard. I might puke actually.”
You turn to Dennis. “Do you mean that?”
“Every word,” he replies, and you lean over and cup his face with one hand and plant a gentle kiss on his lips as Mal fakes gagging sounds in the background.
A voice rings out, and it’s one you never wanted to hear again. “Get a room.”
Your hand drops to Dennis’s shoulder and you grip it tight, staying stock-still as your body runs cold and your heart pounds in your chest. Dennis looks up and over your shoulder, glaring at the source of the interruption with his eyebrows scrunched together, but you don’t turn around—you can’t, because you know exactly who is behind you and he’s the last person on earth you want to see.
You hear Mal’s voice but it’s like you’re underwater. “What the fuck are you doing here?” she snaps.
“Iwork here, Mallory,” Brad says. “Tommy said you all were here and I figured I’d bring you your drinks… on the house, of course.”
“We don’t want shit from you. Just fuck off, will you?”
“Aww, not even gonna turn around, babe?” he says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “Come on. That’s no way to treat an old friend.”
“She’s not your fucking friend and you need to leave,” Mal says, practically growling. “Now.”
“Well considering I’m the sous chef here, I’m pretty sure I can be wherever I’d like.”
You hate that you’re frozen in place, unable to turn around and face Brad and unable to look Dennis in the eye. You can feel Dennis’s eyes on you as you try to keep your breathing steady and swallow what feels like a golf ball lodged in your throat. You’ve got your head down, staring at the patch of chest hair poking out the top of Dennis’s dress shirt, when you feel him grab your hand under the table and squeeze.
He leans in and asks low in your ear, “That him?” and you nod.
Dennis clears his throat and you can tell he’s about to say something but you don’t want him involved. You can’t hide from this; you need to be the one to put an end to it. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you turn around and see Brad sneering at you in his chef’s whites.
“There she is,” he says. “Been a while.”
“Not long enough,” you reply.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend here?” Brad asks.
“Wasn’t planning on it, no.”
Before you even know what’s happening, Dennis is up out of his seat and walking over to Brad, stopping a reasonable distance from him but still towering over him. “Dennis,” he says, holding out his hand. “I’m her boyfriend. And I’m assuming you’re Brad?”
Dennis absolutely dwarfs him and you know that Brad notices. He was always self-conscious about his height and has the Napoleon complex to prove it. You see the way he puffs his chest up and tries to stand a little taller as he shakes Dennis’s hand.
“She told you about me, huh?” he asks, wincing almost imperceptibly as Dennis gives him what must be a very strong handshake.
“She did,” Dennis replies, “and from what I’ve heard, I think it’d be best if you went back to work now.”
Mal is wearing the biggest shit-eating grin on her face as she looks back and forth between Dennis and Brad, but you can’t take your eyes off of Dennis—the strong posture, the tilt of his head, and the steely-eyed stare that doesn’t match the smile on his face. The tension in the air is thick because you know Brad is angry. He doesn’t like being challenged. He doesn’t like it when he’s not the one in charge. His nostrils flare and you think for a second he might keep going—say something to try to embarrass you or make you feel small—but he doesn’t. He can’t, because Dennis is a customer and he’d never make a scene at his own restaurant. He’s a dick, sure, but he’s always been professional.
“Well,” he says, backing away with his hands clasped in front of him. “I hope you all enjoy the food.” He looks you dead in the eye and you can see the hostility when he says, “You have a nice night, hon.”
Dennis is back in his seat with his arm around your shoulders, and the gentle way his fingertips are brushing your bare arm is steadying your heart rate a bit. Still, you need a moment alone to get your shit together because you feel like you could scream. You can hear that “hon” echoing in your head, dripping with malice. You hate that he still thinks he can call you that, and you hate that he had the audacity to do it in front of Dennis.
“You good?” Mal asks, and you nod.
“We don’t have to stay,” Dennis says, but you place your hand on top of his where it rests on your upper arm and smile at him, though you can tell it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.
“I’m ok,” you say. “Just gonna go to the ladies’ room real quick.”
Mal offers to accompany you but you tell her to stay. You need a few minutes alone.
***
Dennis watches you walk determinedly towards the bathroom with a pit in his stomach. Things were going so well, but of fucking course he had to pick the restaurant where your asshole ex works.
“She’ll be fine,” Mal says, taking a sip of her martini. “Just give her a few minutes.”
Dennis takes a sip of his drink, which is annoyingly good because he wants to hate everything about this place now that he knows that Brad is involved in it. “Well,” he says, “I sure fucked this up.”
“No you didn’t,” Mal replies. “None of us knew he worked here. You didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, I think you handled it perfectly. I mean, did you see the look on that asshole’s face?”
Dennis did, in fact, see the look on Brad’s face when he approached him—like he was ready for a fight only to find his opponent was in a higher weight class.
“Yeah,” he says, running his hand through his hair. “What the hell was he trying to accomplish with that anyway? I mean, I know they ended on bad terms.”
Mal snort laughs and leans in toward Dennis. “You can say that again. Brad is maybe the biggest asshole I have ever met, and I know a lot of assholes. And he wanted the same thing he always wanted, which is to embarrass her and make her feel like shit. He’s lucky you got up because I was about two seconds from slugging him.”
“Maybe we should go,” Dennis says, because he wants to get you as far away from Brad as possible and he can’t imagine you’d really want to stay now—you’re probably just saying that to make him feel better about making the worst possible restaurant choice.
“Fuck that. We’re not going anywhere. He doesn’t get to win.” Mal checks over Dennis’s shoulder to make sure you’re not on your way back before continuing. “How much did she tell you about him?”
“Enough,” Dennis replies, his jaw clenching as he thinks about all the things you’d shared with him. “I know he made her feel bad about herself, like she wasn’t good enough for him and like being with her was some sort of… like… charity, which—now that I’m seeing this guy—is even more insane than I already thought it was.”
Mal pauses, and Dennis can tell that she’s unsure how much to share. “It’s more than that,” she says. “It’s not really my place to say and she wouldn’t want me to, but… well… he made her feel ugly in a lot of different ways.”
“She mentioned that, yeah. She wouldn’t go into detail. She didn’t want to talk about it and I didn’t press. I mean, it’s absolutely ridiculous to begin with because she’s fucking gorgeous, so I don’t need to know what that idiot said. It’s all bullshit anyway.”
Mal smiles before popping the stick of olives in her mouth. She doesn’t finish chewing before she starts talking again. “Look,” she says, “she doesn’t need a lot. She doesn’t care about money or fancy shit or any of that. All you have to do is make her feel loved and make her feel beautiful. That’s literally it, and if you can do that, she will be yours forever. I’ve never met someone sweeter or more loyal than her, and it pisses me the fuck off that she thinks she’s anything but a total catch in every possible way.”
“Me too,” Dennis says. “You have no idea how fucking infuriating it is to hear that. I just want to make her happy. What… I mean… is there anything you think I should do, like, specifically, or…”
“You already make her happy,” Mal replies. “It’s kind of breaking girl code to say this but whatever… I can tell you’re a good guy and you’re totally obsessed with her so I’ll say it. She really really likes you. All you have to do is make sure she knows that you really really like her, too.”
“I love her,” Dennis says. The words fly out before he even knows he’s saying them and he starts to panic once he realizes what he’s done. “Shit… I mean… Fuck, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I haven’t even told her that. Please don’t say anything.”
Mal smiles as she polishes off her first martini. “Your secret’s safe with me, but you should tell her that,” she says. “Seriously.”
“It’s too soon,” Dennis says, shaking his head. He’s sweating now and he wipes his brow with the cloth napkin from his lap. “It’d just freak her out.”
“I can guarantee you that is not what would happen, but I’m not going to force you. I won’t say a word, just know that she’s not the type to be scared off by that. She deserves to be loved out loud, Dennis.”
“I know she does,” he says, and he takes a swig of his drink.
When he looks up at Mal, she’s looking past him, over his shoulder, and he knows you’re on your way back to the table. He would have liked another few minutes to try and squeeze some more advice out of your best friend but he’s happy to have you back.
“All good?” she asks you.
“Yeah,” you say, sliding into the seat next to him. Dennis searches your face for signs that you’ve been crying, but you look completely pulled together—somehow even more beautiful and radiant than you were before. “So, what were you guys talking about so intently?”
Dennis looks at Mal, panic in his eyes, but she just curves her lip and cocks her head. “Oh, nothing,” she replies. “Just making sure Dennis here knows how lovable you are.”
Mal winks at him and he can feel his ears burning red. You just roll your eyes and wave off her comment. Dennis notices, as he always does, how you can’t take a compliment—the way you get flustered and look away and try to change the subject. It’s so fucking cute he can barely stand it and all he wants to do is tell you every single thing he loves about you, force you to look him in the eye when he says it, and make you believe every word of it is true. He gets it, though. He feels the same way every time you tell him he’s handsome or sexy, and especially those times when you tell him how good he makes you feel when he kisses you or touches you. Looking at you now, sexy as hell in that tight red dress that shows off everything he’s dying to get his hands and his mouth on, all he wants to do is take you home and strip you down to nothing and make you feel good, inside and out.
He knows he can’t—you’ve got work in the morning and he has to get home to Jax pretty soon after dinner—but it’s all he can think about as the three of you make your way through your meal. Dennis does his best to keep his hands to himself, occupying them with silverware as he eats, but occasionally he’ll let his hand wander over to your bare thigh or drape his arm over the back of your chair. He can feel you lean into his touch—your thighs clenching together when he touches your knee, your head lolling back slightly against his bicep—and every so often, when your eyes meet his, you bite that oh-so-kissable bottom lip of yours and smile.
It feels so fucking good to be wanted—to have his touch be welcomed and desired—that Dennis almost forgets how their dinner started out. He hopes that you’ve forgotten about it, too, though he doubts you have. At least he can see that all that tension is gone from your face and your body. You’re laughing as Mal tells a story about some nightmare Tinder date and your giggles sound like the most beautiful music to him. He pretends to listen to Mal, to be engaged in conversation, but he’s only got eyes and his ears for you. It’s ok, though, because even if Mal notices, he’s pretty sure she wouldn’t mind.
Fuck, he can’t believe he told her he loves you, but is it really the worst thing? He’s absolutely terrified to say it and might have gone too long without telling you, but now there a ticking clock on it. He only half believes that Mal won’t tell you what he said—she is your best friend, after all, and he wouldn’t blame her for spilling the beans after a few martinis—so now he has to do it and soon if he wants you to hear it from him first. He wants to believe Mal when she says that you would want him to say it, but that doesn’t make it any easier. He feels like he felt years ago, when he went cliff jumping in Oahu on his honeymoon—just hovering at the precipice, trying to decide if the reward was worth the risk. Of course, Karen had pushed him over and called him a pussy for taking too long. He knows you would never do that, though—you’d never rush him into anything—and as he looks at your smiling face, he realizes he’s ready to jump.
***
You’d told yourself during your little self-pep talk in the bathroom that you weren’t going to let Brad ruin your night. You were just going to go back to the table, put him out of your mind, and focus on having a good time with your best friend and your handsome new man. And fuck does Dennis look good tonight. He always looks good to you, but something about him in a suit with his shirt is unbuttoned just enough for that thick neck and chest hair to be on display, the sleeves rolled up to show off those forearms with the veins you just want to lick. Dennis is lightyears more attractive than Brad and he wants you, so why are you letting Brad get to you? Part of you does want to leave, but you’d decided that would be letting him win, giving him what he wants, which is to ruin your date, to make you look pathetic in front of your man, to make you feel worthless and weak.
Fuck him. You’re not going anywhere.
As you, Mal, and Dennis make your way through your courses, you find you’re able to relax a little. You wish you weren’t sitting quite so close to the open kitchen—that you didn’t feel Brad’s eyes burning holes in the side of your face the entire time, whether he was actually looking or not—but you tell yourself, let him look. Let him watch your big, sexy man wrap his arm around you and toy with the strap of your dress. Let him watch your face light up as you laugh with your whole chest at something your best friend said. Let him see the way your boyfriend looks at you like you’re the most precious thing on earth one second and like he wants to throw you on the table and eat you alive the next.
Fuck him. Let him look.
“So,” Mal says, “we getting dessert?”
“I can’t eat a whole dessert,” you reply, “but I’ll have a bite if you’re getting something.”
“Oh, I’m getting something,” she says, and there’s a mischievous glint in her eye that should probably worry you except that Dennis has his hand on your knee and all you can think about is how you want to grab it and push it up under your dress.
“Let’s get the peach tarte tatin,” she says. “I’m just gonna run to the bathroom real quick.” She stands up and tosses her napkin on her chair, grabbing her purse off the seat next to her. “Try not to feel each other up too much while I’m gone, yeah?”
Dennis lowers his head and chuckles into his chest and you shoot her a playful scowl. “That obvious?” you ask.
“Oh yeah,” she replies. “But it’s cute. Very PG-13, but let’s keep it that way. At least until he gets you home…”
You giggle and let your head fall onto Dennis’s shoulder.
“Sorry,” he says, “I just can’t keep my hands off you in that dress. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” You feel his hand slide up the side of your thigh and you shiver as he speaks low in your ear. “My sweet, juicy peach.”
You let out a whispered “fuck” and grab his hand before it can make it’s way any higher. “You’re being a very bad boy right now,” you say.
“Can’t help it,” he replies. “You look too good. Don’t be mad.”
You cock your head at him and he’s got the sweetest little smile on his face and his eyebrows raised enough to crinkle his forehead. God, you just want to crawl into his lap and kiss him all over his face and his neck but you have to keep your shit together.
“Hands to yourself for the rest of dinner and I’ll let you put them wherever you want later. Deal?”
“Yeah,” he says, “I’ll take that deal.”
“Good boy,” you say, and over the music you think you hear him let out a little moan as he adjusts the napkin on his lap.
Interesting… noted.
By the time Mal returns, the two of you have managed to return to your own spheres of personal space and ordered the dessert.
“So some good news,” she says. “I’m going to meet up with Carl after dinner so the two of you can have some quality time.”
You already knew Mal was going to come up with some excuse to give the two of you the apartment for a while, and you’re happy to hear that things are still going well with Mr. Hipster.
“You gonna have a sleepover this time?” you ask.
“We’ll see,” she replies. “I don’t have to work tomorrow so I’m just going to see where the evening takes me.”
You turn to Dennis. “Mal has a new boyfriend who she refuses to admit is her boyfriend.”
“And why is that?” Dennis asks.
“So you’re grilling menow?”
“Maybe,” he says. “So what’s the story?”
Mal sighs. “I don’t like labels,” she says. “I just… you know… ‘boyfriend’ sounds so serious.”
“And you’re not serious about him?”
You are absolutely loving the way that Dennis’s perfectly logical and normal questions are making Mal squirm. It’s the same conversation you’ve had with her already, but it’s truly delightful to watch her try to rationalize her bullshit in front of another person.
“It’s not that,” she says. “I like him. A lot. I just don’t do boyfriends.”
“And does he do girlfriends?” Dennis asks, but Mal is saved by the arrival of dessert.
Tom places the tarte tatin in the middle of the table and Dennis thanks him and asks for the check. You’re just about to grab your fork for a bite when Mal stills your hand with hers.
“Wait,” she says.
She looks around the table, surveying the scene quickly, and she gets up and walks around to Dennis. When she leans over like she’s about to whisper something in his ear, you say, “What the fuck, Mal?” and then you see her snatch a piece of Dennis’s hair out.
“Ow! Jesus. What the hell?”
“Shh,” she says. “Just wait,” and she returns to her seat and places the hair on top of the glazed peaches with an impish smile on her face.
“Mal, don’t,” you say, but it’s too late because she’s already exclaiming quite loudly, “Is that a HAIR?!? Oh my God, GROSS!”
God, she’s so evil sometimes, and you love her so fucking much. You drop your head and put one hand across your brow, trying to stave off the giggles as you grip Dennis’s thigh with the other.
“Is she doing what I think she’s doing?” he asks.
“She sure is.”
The surrounding tables have taken notice of Mal’s little charade and Tom hurries over to the table as she details the problem.
“I’m so sorry about that,” Tom says. “I’ll get you another one.”
“I think just the check,” Dennis chimes in.
“Well, uh, let us at least comp.. uh… your drinks?” Tom stutters.
Out of the corner of your eye you can see Brad in the kitchen absolutely fuming. You feel a little bad because you know he’ll take it out Tom or on the poor pastry chef, but your satisfaction at the flaming red hue of his face outweighs any guilt you might feel.
“That’s alright. I’m happy to pay for everything,” Dennis says, and he hands Tom his credit card without even looking at the bill.
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I’ll be back right away. And sorry again.”
“Don’t you fucking laugh,” Mal hisses at you as Tom scurries away from the table. “Keep your shit together.”
“I’m trying,” you say, and it’s really taking everything you’ve got not to explode into a giggle fit. You’ve got a death grip on Dennis’s thigh and you can feel his muscles flexing under your fingers, and when you look up at him, he’s got a half smile on his face that’s making the dimple on his cheek pop.
“Keep squeezing me like that and you’re gonna leave a bruise, sweetheart.”
“You should be so lucky,” Mal says. “Anyway, speaking of leaving bruises, Carl just texted me. You two mind if I take off? I think I may be on the verge of overstaying my welcome.”
“Go ahead,” you say. “Go get your man.”
“He’snot my man.”
“Sure he’s not,” Dennis says.
“Don’t you fucking start, too. Jesus. Now there’s two of you? I can’t.” Mal stands up and grabs her purse. “But seriously, it was so nice to meet you Dennis, and thank you for dinner. You’ve officially passed the bestie test.”
Dennis smiles. “Glad to hear it. Have a wonderful rest of your evening, and hey, maybe you and your not-boyfriend could come over to my place for a barbecue next weekend.” He turns to you. “I was thinking of maybe doing something for the 4th… I mean, if you want to.”
“I’d love to.”
“Me too,” Mal says. “I need to see this big fancy house of yours. And if Carl is still around by next weekend, maybe I’ll invite him.”
You roll your eyes. “Just go.”
You stand up to give her a hug goodbye. Dennis stands as well, and you think he’s going to be awkward about it but he isn’t; he gives Mal a quick hug goodbye like they’ve known each other forever and it warms your heart to see it. She whispers something to him as she pulls away that you don’t quite hear but you do hear his response.
Relationship: Dennis Baker x Stripper!Reader; Dark!Andy Barber x Stripper!Reader; Ari Levinson x Stripper!Reader; light Lloyd Hansen x Stripper!Reader
Summary: You’re just a cash strapped student trying to make it through law school. But you end up catching the eyes of a dorky well-mannered client and an obsessive professor.
A/N: You asked for more Dennis and now here we are. The first chapter of this was my submission for Aphrodite’s Manor Challenge. No beta reader so there may be some typos.
Word Count: 5.6k
Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, NSFW, Non-Con,kidnapping, stripping, sex (f/m and m/m/f), double penetration, threesome, anal sex, ass eating, oral sex (m receiving), blackmail, stalking, non-consensual voyeurism, cuckolding, squirting, abuse of power , stalking, minor character death, violence, mutilation, drunk driving, Andy being a psycho
Andy was still there when you woke up after he finally let you sleep, lodged inside of you and holding you in a suffocating grip. He snored and shifted in his sleep, giving you just enough room to move out of his hold and let him slip out of you. He grumbled and quickly pulled you back against his chest, almost reflexively and you whined as you weakly struggled against him.
“It’s not like you have anywhere to go, baby.” He muttered as he started to wake up. He inhaled the scent of your hair and you felt him harden against your ass.
“Andy, no.” You pleaded with him, “I’m sore, please.”
Andy gave you a smug smile, “Okay, sweetheart. Looks like I wore you out.”
A wave of relief washed over you until he grabbed your hand and put it on his cock.
“You can still get me off.” He moved your hand up and down and groaned, “Just like that. You know exactly how to touch me.”
You tried to hold back your disgust as he started to thrust into your hand. He kissed you and held your face. His constant need for eye contact during sex unnerved you, treating his violations of you like acts of love.
“Tighter.” He groaned, “So close, baby.”
His breathing became labored as he picked up his pace. He pumped himself in and out of your hand frantically, desperately chasing his release. He wrapped one of his strong hands around yours and squeezed. You felt his cock twitch against your palm and he groaned as he spurted his hot cum shot onto your thigh and onto the sheets making a sticky mess.
He panted and kissed your forehead before getting up. Andy redressed and gave you a smile as he fixed his belt.
“I’m going to undo the cuffs just so that you can put this shirt on. Then I’m going to cuff your hands together so you can shower while I head home to take care of some things.”
You stared back at him hoping it would give you a chance to escape. He must have seen the hope in your eyes because his face hardened and he shook his head slowly as a warning.
“Don’t think you can get out of here. Lloyd and Jake are both upstairs. There’s no way you’re getting past them, especially not Lloyd.”
The mention of Lloyd’s name made you shiver. Being stuck with that psycho was the last thing you wanted. But if he was here then maybe he hadn’t gotten to Ari and Dennis just yet.
Andy did as promised and then led you out of the room. You were in a basement with a large stone staircase. There were other cells around you but they seemed to have been empty.
“Where did you find this place?” You asked him with frightened curiosity, “The cells…all of it…”
Andy sighed as he lightly pushed you through the door, “A friend of mine loaned it to me for the time being.”
“A friend?” You felt the hairs stand up on your body, “Someone else knows about me? About you kidnapping me?”
Andy stopped and turned to you, his eyes went dark and he grabbed your arm tighter, “Kidnapping you? Don’t talk about our relationship that way again.” He warned you sternly, “I’m doing what’s best for you, what’s best for us.”
“But, yes, he knows.” Andy continued, “He’ll be coming over tonight for dinner by the way. I’ll bring you something pretty to wear.”
As you walked through the hallway of the modern styled house you passed a room and heard loud grunting and groans come from the other side of the door. Skin slapping against skin and what sounded like a headboard banging against a wall. You could have sworn you only heard one person and wondered if there was another prisoner behind the door.
“Fucking Jake.” Andy grimaced, disgusted, “Him and his girlfriend.”
“Welp, since he’s busy, I’ll have Lloyd take you to shower.” Andy said exasperated as he headed towards the living room.
“Maybe, maybe we can just wait for Jake.” You tried to counter delicately, “He’s, um, nice.”
“Look, baby, I know Lloyd is a bit…off putting at times, but I know for a fact Jake isn’t leaving that room for at least another hour. I got you all messy and you need to get cleaned off.” He stroked your cheek and tried to assure you that you’d be fine.
“Hello, sunshine.” Lloyd smiled at you villainously as you entered the room with Andy. You saw him give you a quick lecherous once over and his eyes stilled at Andy’s dried spend on your thigh.
“Jake is, ah.. ‘detained’ at the moment,” Andy started, “and she needs to shower. I’ve gotta head out so just make sure she doesn’t try anything.”
“Oh?” Lloyd replied innocently, “Well, alright then, pal. I’ll make sure she doesn’t run away. Don’t worry.” He said standing up and exposing his holstered gun.
“No, Andy, please.” You turned to him and grabbed his wrist and looked at him with pleading eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest and you felt like you were going to hyperventilate.
“Aw, baby,” Andy cooed as he stroked your face, “Lloyd’s not actually going to use that gun on you. Are you, Lloyd?” He looked at the other man seriously.
He smirked back at you before answering, “Of course not, sunshine. This is just in case your boyfriends are stupid enough to come here and play hero.”
Your lip trembled at his words. You knew that Dennis and Ari would come for you, and Lloyd was ready to kill them on the spot.
Andy looked over at you annoyed and his eyes darkened at your response, “Look at me, Y/N. You’re mine now. I don’t want to see you crying over those fucking assholes. Do you understand me?” He said as he grabbed you by the jaw tightly.
You looked back at him trying to hold in your emotions, “I understand, Andy.”
He smiled at you and let your jaw go before kissing you on the forehead, “That’s better, sweetheart. Alright, I’m headed out. Don’t miss me too much.”
Lloyd gave you a long hard lecherous stare the moment Andy left the room. You saw the tent form in his pants and you tried to avert your eyes. Lloyd tutted you as he walked up to you and tilted your face up with his index finger.
“Looks like it’s just you and me, sunshine.” He taunted darkly before reaching down and gently touching Andy’s cum, “Dear old Andy really left quite the mess, didn’t he?”
You shuddered as he leaned in against your ear, “Maybe I should add to it.” He whispered.
“Don’t you dare.” You gritted out, “Andy would - he’d -”
“He’d what?” Lloyd cocked his head to the side amused. He bit his lip and pulled out his gun, putting it under your chin.
You gulped as you felt the cold metal press deeper and your breath quickened as you began to panic. Lloyd chuckled darkly and put his hand on your chest.
“Even through these tits I can feel your heart beating like a scared little rabbit.” He snickered at you, “Oh, wait. What’s that your ex used to call you? Bunny?”
“How do you know about that?” Your voice quavering and your body shaking in fright.
“How do you think they knew where you were yesterday?” He teased you, “Those two idiots were the perfect distraction for me to take you and they had no idea they were doing it.”
Jake must have told Andy and Lloyd about them. It was the only way they could have found out. You had been afraid of Lance and Ransom, but there had been a bigger monster in the parking lot that day.
“You’re really sexy when you’re scared,” Lloyd looked at you smugly before holstering his gun, “Come on, bunny. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Lloyd grabbed you by the arm and led you through the house. You passed by the room Jake was in and he was still going at it like Andy said he would. You finally got to the master bedroom and Lloyd took you into the bathroom. He undid your shackles and then closed the door. He stood there looking at you and his tongue darted out to lick his lips.
“Wha-what are you doing?” You asked, covering yourself, “Wait outside. Andy wouldn’t want - “
Lloyd put his hand on his gun and gave you a wolfish grin, “Andy said to keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t try anything. So, that’s what I’m gonna do.”
“I’m going to tell him!” You protested, “I’m going to tell him what you’re doing!”
Lloyd laughed in your face as he leaned against the door, “No, you’re not. And I’ll tell you why, sunshine. I’ll go right over to Dennis’ house and put a bullet in his head and then one in Ari’s head. Then I’ll come back here and kill Jake and Andy. Then I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life every day until I get bored of that sweet little ass of yours – and that’s when I’ll kill you too.”
You felt the blood rush from your face and tears start to stream down. Your body began to shiver again in a mix of fear and humiliation. You slowly moved your hands down to the hem of your shirt and Lloyd hummed to himself as he watched you undress.
“Don’t bother trying to keep in those pretty little sobs.” He rasped darkly, “You know how much I like them, sunshine.”
~~~
“A student was kidnapped yesterday in the parking lot of a local law school in broad daylight. An incident that has rocked the campus community. Authorities say the young woman, Y/N L/N, has likely been taken by a man named Robert Pronge. Pronge is said to be a very dangerous contract killer with connections to the mafia.
If you see him do not approach. Call 911 immediately. If you see Y/N L/N, call 911 immediately. Please call the hotline number below if you have any tips on where he or Y/N might be.”
The news channel cut to Sheriff Bodecker as Dennis seethed in his living room. Andy had not only killed his cousin, but he was now framing him for your kidnapping. Dennis’ eyes went wide in disbelief when he saw Andy step in front of the camera after Bodecker had finished speaking.
“Y/N initially started as one of my students, but our relationship became so much more than that.” He choked out, “I love her so much and she has her whole life ahead of her.”
Andy wiped a tear from his eye as he continued, “I just want her back safely and unharmed. I hope they find the monster that took her. Baby, if you’re listening, just please stay strong. We’re going to find you. I promise, sweetheart.”
That was Andy Barber, ADA and boyfriend of the victim. Truly heartbreaking.
Dennis threw the remote at the TV, shattering the screen. He stood up and paced around his living room taking deep breaths to calm down. He couldn’t believe Andy’s gall to stand there and not only cry for you, but to play the concerned boyfriend on camera.
“He must be trying to break her.” Dennis thought to himself, otherwise why would Andy set the stage for your return?
Now he wasn’t intent on just rescuing you. He wanted revenge.
~~~
You sat in your cell under the covers for the rest of the day until Andy came back. You felt even dirtier after your shower. Lloyd watched you the entire time standing right in front of the glass door for an up close view. He watched you wash your most intimate parts and even demanded you do more.
“Touch yourself and look at me while you do it.”
“That’s a good girl. Make yourself cum. I wanna hear those pretty little noises you make for Andy.”
“Now put three in.”
“We’re done when I get bored and I’m nowhere near bored yet.”
“I knew you tasted good, sunshine.”
You got up from the bed and retched into the toilet. You emptied the shitty sandwich and Jello Jake had brought you for lunch out of your stomach. You took deep breaths to try and steady yourself as the humiliation and shame almost consumed you.
You laid back down curled into a ball until you heard footsteps in the hall. You cowered thinking that it might be Lloyd, but to your surprising relief it was Andy. He was standing in the doorway beaming at you, holding a pretty blue dress and a shopping bag.
“Hey, beautiful.” He greeted you as he walked towards you to sit down on the bed.
You didn’t expect yourself to hug him but you did. You knew Lloyd wouldn’t try anything as long as Andy was around or when Jake was at least in the room. He squeezed you back tightly he pulled away and gazed at you adoringly.
“I knew you’d start to come around, baby.” He cooed happily, “Maybe you won’t be here as long as I thought you would.”
You looked up at him but didn’t say anything, just nodded your head in agreement. You weren’t actually ready to give in, just too tired to fight him after what happened with Lloyd.
“I brought you something to wear for dinner tonight and some makeup too.” He said as he rubbed your shoulder, “I want you on your best behavior by the way. This is a test, just in case you’re wondering.”
“A test, of course.” You thought to yourself.
“I know you can pass if you want to, sweetheart.” Andy said before he gave you a peck on the side of your head and then undid your shackles, “Now get ready. Dinner will be ready in an hour.”
You reluctantly put on the dress and did your makeup. You sat back down and waited for Andy to come and get you. You heard him whistle happily as he walked down the hallway. When he opened the door you noticed he had changed from his t-shirt to a nice button up that brought out his eyes. He was handsome and if he weren’t such a psycho he was someone you’d actually consider dating.
He grinned and gave you once over, “Baby, you look beautiful.”
He walked over and pulled you in for a kiss. He moaned into your mouth as his hand traveled down to cup your ass. When he was done he put the cuffs back around your wrists.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He apologized sincerely, “Just a precaution for now.”
He led you back up the large stone steps to the dining room. You passed Jake’s room and heard him having sex with his girlfriend again. Andy noticeably bristled as he walked by the door.
You gasped when you saw Amber sitting at the dinner table in a wheelchair and a bag of some type of clear fluid in an IV.
“Amber!” You tried to approach her, but Andy grabbed you and took you to your seat, “Amber, oh my god. What are you doing here?!”
She looked back at you in a daze and giggled, “What do you mean here? Where is here?”
“She’s pretty drugged up. Morphine.” You heard a familiar voice enter the room. You turned toward where it was coming and saw Steve walk in with a large serving bowl.
“Stevie!!!” Amber nearly slurred excitedly when she saw him, “Where did you go?”
“To the kitchen to make us dinner, silly.” He said mockingly as he smiled and cocked his head to the side.
“Y/N, nice to see you again.” He greeted you as he sat down, giving you a charming grin.
“Brandon, or rather, Steve, did reconstructive surgery after Laurie and Jacob’s car accident.” Andy began to explain as Steve got up to pour everyone wine with the exception of Amber, “This is his house that he loaned me for the time being.”
“You knew about me?” You looked over at him horrified, “You knew about me and you helped him?! You- you drugged Amber and brought her to some fucked up dinner?!”
“Y/N, you need to calm down.” Steve replied evenly, but you could see a small malicious glint in his eyes, “You’re being a little dramatic.”
“Dramatic?!” You stood up, but Andy pulled you back down quickly.
“I thought you said she was going to be good, Andy.” He joked with a smirk, “She’s being a bad girl right now.”
“Bad girls get punished!” Amber declared loudly, “Punished, punished, punished!”
Steve chuckled at her as he dolled out the delicious looking pasta onto the plates. You noticed that there were two other place settings and assumed they must be for Jake and his girlfriend. As if right on cue you heard Jake before he entered the room.
“I’m sorry we’re late. We got a little carried away, if you know what I mean.”
Your eyes went wide when you saw him. He was sweaty and his face was red, his spiky hair disheveled from having sex. But what shocked you was what he was holding. It was a lifelike silicone sex doll wearing a revealing dress and heels. You could tell the perfume it was wearing was expensive as the scent wafted by you as Jake went to take his seat.
Andy closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose as Jake fixed up his doll in its chair. You could see Steve trying to hold back a laugh as he watched Jake fidget with his sex toy.
“Tiffany,” He said as he turned to the doll, “This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Tiffany.”
You gulped and looked around the table, wondering if this was some type of joke. Andy elbowed you and you quickly greeted the doll, or rather, Tiffany.
“You forgot to serve Tiffany.” Jake told Steve sternly as he held out her plate in Steve’s direction.
Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head as he fixed a plate for her and poured her a glass of wine. He handed it back and gave Jake a mischievous grin.
“I hope you don’t mind that it’s vegetarian.” Steve told you all, “I don’t eat animals. Now, what should we toast to?”
Andy looked over at you with an adoring smile, “To love.” He said, raising his glass.
“To love!” The men cheersed and Amber yelled out.
The men started to dig in and you observed Steve across from you. You’d never seen someone open their mouths so wide to eat. Between every few bites he’d help feed Amber, who was so drugged out she ate like a messy child.
“How is it, honey?” You heard Jake sincerely ask his doll Tiffany, “I know, right? Steve is an excellent cook.”
You looked around the table and couldn’t decide which man was crazier. You had been kidnapped, Amber was clearly kidnapped and doped up out of her mind, and Jake was in love with a doll. Though you did notice that Steve and Andy both thumbed their noses at Jake’s choice of partner. But at least Jake wasn’t hurting a real person - well, aside from you.
“Not a fan of pasta?” Steve asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Don’t be rude, Y/N.” Andy chided you, “Eat your food.”
“I’m sorry,” You apologized politely before you picked up a bite to eat.
Steve watched you as you started to chew to see your reaction. The food was delicious and probably some of the best you’d ever had.
“Holy shit that’s good.” You blurted out with your mouth still a little full.
Steve chuckled lightly and smirked, “I’m relieved you like it. Not everyone likes vegetarian food.”
“Well, you said you don’t eat animals and you’re the chef.”
“If you don’t consider people animals.”
You nearly spat at your food and stared back at him wide-eyed. At this point you wouldn’t put that past any of them.
“I’m kidding. I’m kidding.” Steve raised his hands placatingly, “It was a joke. A really bad joke. I’m sorry.”
Amber groaned next to him, “Steeeve, I need to pee.” She whined.
Steve sighed and put down his fork to stand up. He grabbed her wheelchair and pulled her away from the table. You stood up from your chair and shrieked as you looked at her, nearly stumbling over. Amber’s right leg was gone. Only a bandaged nub peeked out from under her dress.
“What the fuck?! What the fuck?!” You screamed as Andy grabbed you and tried to calm you down.
Your reaction set Amber off and she started shrieking too. Steve grabbed her from behind and hugged her tightly.
“Shh..shh…Amber, just breathe. Take deep breaths.” He instructed her, trying to calm her down. He held his cheek against the side of her head and you could see him smiling. You could see there was a part of him that was enjoying this.
“She tried to run away. I warned her.” He said as he looked at you, “Like she said, bad girls get punished.”
You choked out a terrified sob. You hoped that Andy wouldn’t go as far to do something like that to you if you ran.
When Amber finally calmed down Steve took her to the bathroom. You sat back down and Andy rubbed your back to try and soothe you. This was an absolute horror show and you had no idea how you would make it through the rest of dinner, let alone the rest of your time with Andy.
Jake leaned over and kissed Tiffany on the cheek, “Looks like you’re the only one who knows how to behave tonight, sweetheart.”
~~~
Earlier that day…
Ari was working hard to overcome his failure to protect you. He called in every favor he had to find out who killed Freezy. He knew that whoever did the hit was obviously hired by Andy. When he got word that Lloyd was in town it made Ari’s blood run cold.
“This is a really fucking bad guy.” Ari called Dennis to tell him the news, “He’s former CIA and works for a large corporation doing off the books shit for them. He’s an unhinged psychopath and I have no doubt he’s involved in Free - I mean Robert’s death.”
Dennis was silent on the other end. He hoped that Lloyd was nowhere near you. What he did know was that he needed to get you out quickly knowing this guy was in the mix.
“What do we do now?” he finally asked.
“This guy doesn’t just do contract kills, Dennis. He does kidnapping, torture, all of it.” Ari said worriedly with a bit of panic in his voice, “Andy wouldn’t have just hired him for that one kill, he probably has him guarding Y/N.”
Dennis’ heart sank and he had a bad feeling in his gut, “Track him down and maybe he’ll lead us to her.”
“I already am, Dennis.” Ari tried to say calmly, “I’ll call you back when I find this son of a bitch.”
Three days later…
Ari finally caught a break when he spotted Lloyd meeting with a known contact in the city. Ari followed him from afar and called Dennis to let him know. He sent Dennis his phone location data so that he could follow him.
Ari continued to follow Lloyd until he met up with Jake in a parking lot. Ari knew that Jake was Andy’s nephew from the research he had done on him. He saw Jake give him a large envelope that was likely filled with cash and that confirmed for Ari that Andy had definitely hired Lloyd.
Ari watched the two men go in separate directions and he decided to follow Jake, assuming that the money exchanged must be Lloyd’s final payout. He followed Jake with enough distance for him to not realize he was being tailed.
Jake drove far outside of the city for what seemed like at least three hours before turning into the driveway of a very large expensive looking modern house. Ari pulled over just outside of the driveway out of sight and waited for Dennis to arrive. He saw another car parked in the driveway with Andy’s plates and knew he was there too.
“Alright, let’s go in.” Dennis said as he rushed out of his car towards Ari, “We need to get her out now!”
“Shhh! Dennis.” Ari quieted them just in case someone could hear, “Let’s try to draw at least one of them out first. We need to be careful. We’ve only got one shot at this.”
Dennis took a deep breath to study himself and then without warning he picked up a rock and threw it at Jake’s car. The alarm went off and he ran to hide out of sight nearby to hide. Ari huffed at Dennis acting without warning him and followed after him.
“Goddamn it!” Jake growled when he came out of the house to shut off the alarm.
Dennis jumped him and punched him in the face. Jake fell to the ground and Dennis wailed on him, releasing his pent up rage on Jake.
“He’s down! He’s down!” Ari whispered loudly as he pulled Dennis off of him, “He’s down Dennis. Now let’s go get Andy.”
~~~
Andy rested his sweaty forehead against yours as he laid on top of you in the basement. You panted underneath him as you tried to catch your breath. He kissed you softly before he pulled out, making you wince. Andy pulled on his boxer briefs and unshackled you so you could put on his under shirt.
“Hmmm…” He eyed you as if he were weighing something, “Maybe we can graduate to no cuffs while you’re in the room now.”
“Really?” You asked hopefully as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.
“Yeah,” He smiled at you, “But if you’re a bad girl and take advantage of that privilege, I won’t hesitate to chain you back up. Do you understand?”
“Mhm,” You shook your head adamantly, “I understand, Andy.”
“Good. I’ll go get you something to eat, sweetheart.” He cooed, “You did so well for me.”
Andy locked the cell door behind him and went up the stairs, leaving the basement door unlocked.
“Piece of shit!” Ari yelled as he came from behind the basement door and punched Andy in the stomach.
Andy groaned and doubled over. Ari punched him on the face while he was down and straddled him.
“Where the fuck is she?!” Dennis growled at him, “WHERE?!”
“Y/N! Y/N!” Dennis yelled out, calling for you.
You heard his voice and rushed up to your cell door, “DENNIS! DENNIS! I’M DOWN HERE!” You screamed as you pounded on the door, “DENNIS!”
Andy looked up at Dennis and cackled. His teeth now stained with blood, “Look at you, Dennis. You couldn’t handle your own fight and brought Ari. You fucking pussy.”
“Ari, move!” Dennis yelled and took his place on top of Andy, “Go get Y/N!”
The men were too busy paying attention to Andy that they didn’t see Lloyd rush into the room. He attacked Ari from behind, giving Andy just enough time to knock Dennis off of him. A large fight ensued between the four men.
Lloyd drew his gun and Ari grabbed his hands forcing them towards the ceiling. Lloyd fired off three rounds and managed to weasel out of Ari’s grip. You panicked when you heard the gunshots, hoping that Dennis hadn’t been hurt. Lloyd brought the gun down and pulled Ari into him before shooting him in the stomach.
Ari fell to the ground holding his stomach and Lloyd took aim at Dennis. Ari mustered enough strength to grab his legs and trip him, causing the gun to fly out of Lloyd’s hands. They both scrambled for it, but Ari reached it first. He turned around quickly and shot Lloyd in the head. He fell to the ground dead and Ari collapsed.
“Ari!” Dennis yelled, when he saw his friend fall down.
“One down, one to go.” Andy chuckled darkly, “And you’re the easy one.”
Dennis lost all control and lunged at Andy. He grabbed him by the hair and slammed the back of his head against the hard floor over and over again until Andy passed out. He ran over to Ari, who was still conscious but losing blood.
“Ari!” Dennis said in a panic as he tried to put pressure on the wound, “You’re shot! Oh my god you’re shot! What should I do?!”
“Go get Y/N.” Ari grunted out as he tried to breathe through the pain, “Go get her.”
Dennis nodded in agreement and rushed down the stairs calling out to you.
“Dennis!” You screamed from your cell. You were so relieved that you started crying.
He rammed into the door before it finally came off the hinges and he ran to you.
Dennis grabbed you and held you, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I’m here now, princess, I’m here.”
“I knew you would come for me.” You pulled away and held his face while looking into his teary eyes.
He helped you off the ground and walked you out of the room. You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Andy pointing Lloyd’s gun at both of you. His head was bleeding and his hands shook as he breathed heavily from rage.
“Andy,” You pleaded with him, “Please just put the gun down and let me go. Please!”
“NO!” He bellowed as he switched his aim back and forth between you and Dennis. His eyes were wild and his face was practically foaming at the mouth.
“YOU’RE MINE! NOT HIS!” Andy screamed, “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE WITH ME! NOT THIS FUCKING DWEEB!”
Dennis stood between you and Andy, “You lost, Andy. Now let her go.” He growled at the other man, “Have have some fucking dignitiy for once!”
“DIGNITY?! DIGNITY?!” Andy laughed darkly, “Fuck dignity! I’m here to win!”
Andy cocked the gun and Dennis closed his eyes ready for him to shoot. Instead you heard a loud thud and something heavy and metallic hit the ground. You peeked around Dennis and saw Ari breathing heavily and swaying until he fell to the ground. Andy laid on the ground with a fire extinguisher next to him.
“ARI!” You screamed as you rushed to him and got on your knees.
You tried to put pressure on his wound as his eyes fluttered open and shut. Dennis went to pull out his phone but noticed it was gone. Thinking it fell out during the fight he ran back upstairs to call an ambulance.
“Ari, please stay with me!” You cried, “Ari! Ari! Please!”
~~~
“This is the biggest scandal in the history of Middlesex County, perhaps even the state of Massachusetts. A crooked sheriff, a kidnapper ADA, a former CIA hitman, a hacker, and a cannibal surgeon. If this were a movie, you wouldn’t believe it…”
The newscaster continued to recount the story of Andy kidnapping you and how Sheriff Bodecker helped him cover it up along with a laundry list of other shady dealings. Steve was captured and the girls he had taken were released, including Amber. You were horrified when you found out that he had been selling their meat. All three of the men and Jake had been arrested and charged without bail.
“Reconstructive surgeon Brandon Steve Kemp -”
Dennis turned off the TV in the hospital room, “I can’t listen to any more of this shit.” He huffed as he tossed the remote down.
“Thanks. I can’t watch any more of it either.” You responded to him as you laid next to Ari in his hospital bed.
He was still recovering from his gunshot wound and you were thankful that he survived. He had coded twice, but the doctors were able to revive him. You cried when he finally woke up and was able to speak to you.
“I need a break from all of this.” You replied as you snuggled against Ari.
You would need to testify at multiple trials and had been interviewed by the police and FBI countless times. You had been forced to replay what happened over and over again.
Dennis was by your side through all of it. It would be a while for you to be intimate with him after what happened, but he was understanding and patient as always. He even arranged for you to regularly see the best trauma specialist in the city. He was as dead set as you were to get your life back.
“It’s so nice to have you here with me, sweet girl.” Ari suddenly rasped before turning to you and giving you a peck on the cheek.
“It’s nice to have you back too, Ari.” You smiled back at him while playing with his hair.
“You know, Y/N and I have been talking and we’d like you to come live with us until you’ve recovered.” Dennis said while he walked up to grab your hand.
“At least until you’ve recovered.” You offered, “I mean… I thought about what I wanted while you weren’t stable and I couldn’t imagine what it would be like without you. What it would be like without you both.”
“So…the three of us?” Ari asked while he looked up at Dennis.
“Yeah,” You and Dennis smiled at him, “The three of us.”
Relationship: Dennis Baker x Stripper!Reader; Dark!Andy Barber x Stripper!Reader; Ari Levinson x Stripper!Reader
Summary: You’re just a cash strapped student trying to make it through law school. But you end up catching the eyes of a dorky well-mannered client and an obsessive professor.
A/N: You asked for more Dennis and now here we are. The first chapter of this was my submission for Aphrodite’s Manor Challenge. No beta reader so there may be some typos.
Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, NSFW Non-Con Oral (m receiving), stripping, sex (f/m and m/m/f), double penetration, threesome, anal sex, ass eating, oral sex (m receiving), blackmail, stalking, non-consensual voyeurism, cuckolding, squirting, abuse of power , stalking, minor character death, violence, mutilation, drunk driving, Andy being a psycho
You woke up the next morning and found yourself in an empty bed. Both Ari and Dennis were nowhere to be found. Your mind and emotions were reeling from what happened the night before. You were concerned about how the men both felt and if their absences had something to do with it. More importantly, you weren’t sure how youfelt. Yes, you wanted it and were attracted to Ari, but you weren’t sure about what that meant for you and Dennis, and that made you uneasy. The last thing you wanted was to lose him.
You winced as you got up from the bed, sore and stretched from the night before. You threw on one of Dennis’ large t-shirts with no panties and gingerly wobbled down the stairs to the kitchen. The familiar smell of bacon and coffee wafted through the air.
“Hey, princess!” He greeted you happily as he was flipping a blueberry pancake then walked over to kiss you once he had plated it, “How are you feeling?”
You were confused by how cheery he was and that he behaved as if all of this were normal. Sure, you knew that people did this sort of thing, but you never expected it from yourself or Dennis.
“I’m okay, Dennis. Don’t worry.” You responded hesitantly as you walked to grab a piece of bacon and munch on it.
He ran his hands through his hair and chuckled awkwardly, “Glad to know we didn’t get too carried away.” He looked at you waiting for your response and you could see the anxiety in his face.
You shook your head vehemently, “No, no! Not carried away at all. I enjoyed myself a lot. I just…What happens next with Ari? He still has to watch me and I don’t want things to be awkward or complicated.”
Dennis took a sip of his coffee nonchalantly as he leaned against the countertop and looked at you curiously.
“What do you want, Y/N?”
You nervously fidgeted with your shirt as you answered, “Well, I mean. Are the two of you okay with each other?“
“We’ve already talked. Ari and I had a conversation before he left this morning. We can come to some type of arrangement or this could be just a one time thing. I’m fine either way, because it doesn’t change the way I feel about you. It really just depends on what youwant.”
You were stunned at what Dennis had just said given his wife’s betrayal, “But how is this different from what your wife did? I don’t want to hurt you, Dennis.”
He walked up to you and grabbed you by your waist before kissing you on your forehead, “Princess, this is so different from what happened. I actually told her I wanted to do a threesome like that once…like…let me watch. Then she told me I was gross for even considering it.”
You always got upset at what Dennis told you about how awful his ex wife was, but knowing all of this made it worse. He was good in bed and kind of a freak. Yet for some reason she told him that he had a bad penis.
“You aren’t jealous at all?” You asked cautiously as you poured yourself a cup of coffee, “I mean…if this weren’t just a one time thing…”
Dennis briefly brought his attention back to the pancakes and flipped over a perfectly golden one with ease before turning his attention back to you. He adjusted his glasses and looked at you sincerely.
“No, Y/N, I’m not jealous. I know you’ll be honest with me about what’s going on with you and Ari. He’s pretty straight forward too.”
“I felt so guilty the first time I was attracted to him.” You admitted.
“Do you know what you want with him? Like, what you want to do?”
“I’m not sure. I mean, last night was fun. But I haven’t even had time to process it yet.”
“You don’t have to decide now. Take your time.”
You sat and ate breakfast with Dennis in peace until he finished and needed to head out for work. The doorbell suddenly rang and you knew it must be Ari returning to the house. Dennis greeted him at the front door casually as if nothing had happened the night before. You found it bizarre and yet were relieved that there wasn’t any tension between the two men. Dennis kissed you goodbye and grabbed his bag before heading out of the door.
You stood looking at Ari, who closed the distance between the two of you. You looked down nervously, unsure of what to say to him other than hello. His long hair was wet from having clearly just taken a shower. You could smell the scent of his freshly cleaned skin and his cologne. His tight button up shirt accentuated his muscles and was unbuttoned enough to show tufts of his chest hair. You shifted your feet and bit your lip, barely able to look at him as he got closer.
“Hey, Y/N,” He said with a warm smile as he tucked one of your coils behind your ear and gently rubbed your cheek, “You okay?”
The sexual tension between the two of you was palpable, but you were afraid of how messy this was going to get and tried to ignore your intense arousal. It was hard while he gazed at you and you could see the yearning in his eyes.
“I’m okay,” You partially lied, “Just tired and a little sore all over. You want to have breakfast with me? I haven’t finished yet.” You motioned towards the kitchen, “Looks like Dennis made enough for you too.”
“Sure, I’d love to. I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since dinner last night.”
Well, you knew he must have also worked up an appetite for sure so you made him a plate. You both went to the living room to watch the news as you ate. You winced as you sat down and Ari looked over at you concerned.
“I thought you said you were okay?” He asked you worriedly as he put his plate down.
You shrugged, “I didn’t think you meant physically.”
He grabbed your chin gently to turn your face towards him, “I meant both, sweetheart.”
“Sweetheart”, you loved hearing that word roll off his tongue.
“It’s mainly my muscles. They’re just tense right now. Nothing an epsom salt bath can’t cure. You weren’t too rough, I promise.”
He smirked at you and bit his lip, “How about I give you a massage then,” he offered with a hint of lust in his voice.
Your heart skipped a beat and you brought your thighs together, “Okay, but justa massage.” You said with a devious glint in your eyes.
“Lay down on your stomach.” He instructed as he handed you a pillow before you laid down on the couch.
Your bare legs were exposed and he started with your calves. You gasped as his fingers began to work your muscles. It was a sinful mixture of pain and relief as he worked out the knots.
“Wow, you really are tense.” He rasped behind you, “I’m sorry about that, sweet girl.”
His strong hands worked their way up to your thighs and you whimpered from the sudden intensity of the pain.
“Just take a deep breath. I have to apply pressure to get these knots out.”
You followed his instructions and inhaled deeply before letting out a shuddering exhale. As the tension released you let out a salacious moan. You heard him chuckle behind you and he worked his hands towards your inner thighs just below your core. Ari hummed to himself and then ran his fingers delicately up your soaking folds with a groan. Your breath hitched and you tried to whack his hand away.
“Ari, I’m too sore.” You tried to object, “I can’t right now.”
“Don’t worry, sweet girl, I’m not going to fuck you.” He stated lustfully before pulling your hips up so that your ass was now in the air, “I just decided that I don’t want pancakes for breakfast after all.”
You squeaked when you felt his warm tongue suddenly lick a strip up your slit. Your hands squeezed the pillow as he continued his tongue’s ministrations. His tongue circled your bundle of nerves and you gasped from the sensation.
Ari sucked on your clit and squeezed the soft flesh of your ass firmly with his hands. You could feel the vibrations of him moaning against you as he devoured your pussy hungrily. The tickling of his beard only added to the pleasure. You felt the heat within your belly grow and spread throughout your body. You moaned and rocked your hips against his face and reached behind you to push it closer. His nails dug into you to steady your hips as you began to shake as your orgasm hit you.
He pulled away from you and licked his lips when you were finished. He let out a satisfied sound before he spread your cheeks and gently circled your ring of muscles with his tongue. Your body jerked from the foreign sensation, the feeling of his wet tongue on that particular spot was unfamiliar.
“Ari!” You called out lustfully as he started to play with your clit again with his thumb, “Oh my god, Ari! Fuck! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
You felt another orgasm building quickly, even more stronger than the other. Your legs tensed and your ass writhed against his face as it tore through you. You went slack jawed as you let out a wanton scream. He groaned into you before pulling away to nip and kiss your cheeks. You breathed heavily against the couch and fell forward once he let your hips go. Ari licked his lips as he stared down at your exposed lower body.
“So much better than fucking pancakes.”
~~~
Andy sat with Jacob over a quick breakfast of coffee and toast before he needed to head out to teach class. He was anxious about going back after the confrontation with Ari. He wasn’t sure how he’d be able to act around you knowing that Ari was there and how disobedient you had been the last time he saw you. The last thing he wanted to do was push you away even farther.
“Hey, dad,” Jacob said, pulling Andy out of his thoughts, “Did everything with the meter guy check out okay?”
Andy furrowed his brow in confusion, “What do you mean the meter guy?”
“The guy from the electric company came by the other day when you were taking a nap. He said something about them being messed up on our block.” He responded nonchalantly before taking another bite of toast.
Andy nearly spit out his coffee. Jacob was a minor and there was no way the guy should have come into the house with just his permission. Let alone the fact that Andy was asleep at the time.
“Jacob, you let a stranger into our house while I was asleep?!” He asked him angrily, “What the hell were you thinking?!”
Jacob’s face turned red and he looked down nervously, “I-I thought it would be fine because he was from the electric company. He said he would only be there for a few minutes.” He stammered out.
Andy rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a deep exhale. Then he remembered Ari, perhaps he was the meter guy. Something about the incident wasn’t adding up.
“What did he look like?”
“Ummm…He had a beard and big glasses. He also had a long ponytail.”
“Oh shit.” Andy thought to himself, “He sounds just like the creepy janitor from the day before.”
“Alright, Jake.” Andy began as calmly as he could to not freak his son out, “Don’t let anyone else into the house unless I’m awake and also come get me if it’s important. Got it?”
“Got it, dad. I’m sorry.”
“Alright, bud, I’m going to head off now.” He said before chugging the rest of his coffee and mussed Jacob’s hair.
“Bye, dad!” Jacob called after him.
Andy promptly called Jake from his car, needing to tell him the news about Freezy. The longer the phone trilled, the more irritated he became.
“What’s up?” Jake finally answered sleepily.
“I’ve got some bad news and I need you to look into this right away.” Andy said urgently. “I think someone cased the house while Jacob was there and was also on the law school campus. It wasn’t that Ari guy, it was someone else.”
“Fuck!” Jake exclaimed worriedly, “Okay, okay, this is bad. Look, I’m gonna look at the camera footage at the school. What’s the hall your classroom and office is in?”
“Thrombey Hall.”
“I’ll get you an answer today, Uncle Andy.” Jake stated firmly, “It’s one thing for this guy to be at your job, but it’s another for him to be around Jacob.”
“I know. That’s what has me concerned.”
“Don’t worry.” Jake responded, “I’ll get this figured out.”
~~~
Ari sat in the back of the lecture hall during Andy’s class. They glared at each other and you could tell that Andy was on edge the entire time. You could feel the anger radiating off of him as he continued teaching. But this was the first time you’d felt safe in his class. You knew with Ari there he couldn’t hurt you or even try to speak to you about something other than classwork.
You gave Andy a smirk as you left the classroom and Ari put his hand on the small of your back. You felt the heat rise in you with his touch as you walked back to his car.
You gave Ari a mischievous smile as you sat in the passenger seat, “Andy was really pissed.”
“Oh, he definitely was!” Ari laughed, “He looked like he was going to burst.”
“Thank you again,” You said as you leaned over to kiss him. His beard gently tickled your face as your tongues danced with each other.
You reached over and started to rub his crotch and he groaned as he gripped the steering wheel.
“Y/N, we’re in the parking lot. Someone will see us.” He reluctantly warned you.
You kissed him again as you felt his length hardening, “You know I like it when I’m being watched.” You whispered seductively and then nipped his ear.
You took your panties off, your slick having completely soaked them, then climbed over to straddle him after he leaned his seat back a little. He undid his belt hurriedly and pulled his bottoms down just enough to free his cock.
You hissed as you slid down on his length until he bottomed out. The stretch burned as you tried to accommodate him in your already sensitive core. You wrapped your arms around the headrest as you rode him desperate for a release.
Ari held you tightly against him, groaning as your tight velvety walls wrapped around him. The smooth skin of his cock massaged your sweet spot and you sped up your pace.
As you faced the back of the car, you didn’t see Andy happen to walk in front of Ari’s car. He stood there, his eyes wide and mouth agape as he watched you fuck him. Ari smirked at Andy and watched him as his face turned red and he clutched his keys tightly out of anger.
“Cum for me, sweet girl.” Ari rasped into your ear, “Come on, baby, I know you’re close.”
Andy gripped his keys so tightly that blood began to drip from his hands. His nostrils flared and his body shook with rage. Ari didn’t break eye contact with him and smiled when he saw a flood angry tears run down Andy’s face.
You moaned loudly as you felt your peak near. Your pussy clenched around Ari’s cock and he groaned from the sensation of you gripping him as you slid up and down his length faster and faster. His nails dug into your back as you tensed and shook in his hold.
“Ari! Ari! Ari!” You screamed and threw your head back as the pleasure overtook you, “Fuck! Ari!”
He wasn’t far behind you and thrust his hips roughly as he fucked up into you. He let out a low growl as he bit into your shoulder. He moaned as you felt his cock twitch and he spilled inside of you. You rested your head against him as you both sat there to catch your breaths. He rubbed your back as Andy glowered at the two of you.
“Come on, sweetheart.” He cooed, “Let’s get you home.”
~~~
It was barely dinner time and Andy had gotten halfway through a bottle of whiskey. Laurie had come by earlier to pick up Jacob and was furious at the state Andy was in. He didn’t give a shit at that point and slammed the door in her face when she was midway through berating him. After watching you fuck Ari in the parking lot earlier that day, Laurie was the last thing he wanted to deal with.
His phone trilled and he saw Jake’s name pop up. Andy quickly picked up the phone and answered.
“Uncle Andy,” Jake said, sounding completely rattled, “I need you to listen to me carefully.”
“The man you saw earlier and who was in your house,” Jake continued, “His name is Robert Pronge also known as Mr. Freezy. Word on the street is that he’s a contract killer and get this, he’s Dennis’ cousin.”
Andy’s jaw dropped and he sat up in his chair attentively. He could understand getting you a bodyguard, but an assassin?
“I-I don’t understand. What do you mean?” Andy questioned him alarmed, “You mean that Dennis hired someone to fucking kill me?!”
“It looks that way. This is really fucking serious.” Jake worried, “I think it’s best that Jacob stays with Laurie for now.”
“He’s already with her. She came to get him today.” Andy paused for a moment and chewed on his lip as he was thinking. Suddenly an idea popped into his head, “Look, I think I have a solid plan to get Y/N away from Dennis, but we need to get this Freezy guy out of the way.”
“Don’t worry, uncle Andy. I know a guy.” Jake responded matter-of-factly, “Now, tell me about this plan.”
~~~
“You gonna stay for dinner?” You asked Ari hopefully as he pulled into Dennis’ driveway.
He turned off the ignition and turned to you to gently stroke your face with his knuckles, “I think you and Dennis should have dinner without me. I want to give you some time together.”
“Oh,” You sat back and looked at him somewhat hurt.
“No, no, Y/N.” He looked at you sincerely, “It’s not like that. It’s just that a lot has happened with our…relationship, especially you and Dennis’. I want you guys to be okay. More importantly, I want to give you space so you can think about what you want.”
He was right. You and Dennis did need time to focus on your relationship. You were glad that Ari didn’t want to push things too soon.
“Okay, I understand.” You gave him a small smile and a soft kiss on the lips, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He beamed at you as you got out and went into the house. You heard him start the car and turned back around to wave goodbye as he pulled out of the driveway.
Dennis was already there and getting dinner ready. He pulled you in for a quick kiss before getting back to the stove.
“How was your day?” He asked as he stirred something in a large saucepan, “Everything went alright?”
“Yeah,” You grinned to yourself, thinking about your two sexual encounters with Ari that day, “Better than Monday, that’s for sure.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear that, princess.” He looked back at you with a smile.
His phone rang and he stopped to pick it up, “Hey, I need to take this. It’s important. Mind watching this?” As he motioned to the saucepan.
“Sure, what do I do?”
“Just make sure it doesn’t burn and keep stirring it.”
“Sounds easy enough.” You giggled as you took over his spot at the stove.
Dennis rushed out of the kitchen door to take the call outside. It was Freezy and he hoped he had an update on the Andy situation.
“Hey, Robbie.” Denis answered anxiously, “You got any good news for me?”
“I sure fucking do.” Freezy chuckled, “Look, I’ve got a plan for your little situation. This Andy guy is a drunk. You wouldn’t believe the amount of empty whisky bottles I found in his trash at his house and his office.”
Dennis shook his head in disgust when he remembered Andy’s drunken voicemail rant. There was no way he could let a man like Andy get to you.
“Anyway,” Freezy continued, “I’ll take care of this problem tomorrow. I can easily make it look like an accident.”
Dennis let out a sigh of relief. You’d finally be safe with Andy out of the way.
“Thanks, Robbie. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
“By the way, I saw her when I was at the school doing some ‘research’. I can see why you would go through all this trouble. You are really punching above your weight, toilet mouth. She’s a fuckin’ smokeshow.”
Dennis rolled his eyes, “Okay. I got it. I got it.”
Freezy snickered on the other end, “Anyway, I’ll let you get back to it. This guy will be out of your hair tomorrow night.” He assured Dennis before he hung up the phone.
Dennis went back into the kitchen and walked up to you as you stood by the stove. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and pulled you in tightly. He gave you a peck on the top of the head.
“Hmm…I’m so glad I met you and that you’re here with me.” He suddenly rasped.
“Me too, Dennis.” You smiled and turned to face him, “Me too.”
~~~
The next morning Freezy stood in the small warehouse backroom where he disposed of many of his victim’s bodies. He had just finished cutting off a leg with a chainsaw and threw it into the sink.
“Hello, sunshine.” A man cheerily said to him from behind.
He whipped around surprised and then let out a chuckle when he saw the other man standing smiling at him while leaning against a support beam.
“Lloyd fucking Hansen, long time no see, buddy.” Freezy greeted him and the two men shook hands.
“Likewise,” Hansen answered with a shit-eating grin.
“So, what brings you into town?”
“Here for a job actually.” He responded casually with a glint in his eyes before quickly pulling out his gun and shooting Freezy in the stomach.
He fell down to the ground with a loud groan and clutched his stomach, “What the fuck, man?!” He screamed up at Hansen.
Hansen walked up to Freezy calmly and loomed over him with his pistol pointed at his head.
“Sorry, pal, but a job’s a job.” He responded with a smirk before pulling the trigger.
Hansen pulled out his phone and dialed Jake, “It’s done.” was all he said before hanging up and casually walking away as if he hadn’t just killed a man.
Summary: Dennis has a bad day and takes it out on you.
Pairing: Dennis Baker x Female!Reader
Warnings: Angst, yelling/shouting, a now insecure reader, hurt/comfort, Dennis being a meany because of a bad day, poor communication skills, Dennis gets reminded of what his life was like before, fluff eventually.
Word count: I have no idea, I wrote this on my phone
A/N: So! This was unexpected! And I’ve decided to make this a little 2 parter! I’m currently working on part 2, I’ll have it up by tomorrow. I felt like these two needed a little drama, don’t you think?? I think so. p.s. I named this after The Killers song “The Way It Was” and I just want to say that I love that band.
Dennis was stressed out at work, a member of his division quit so the already bulky workload nearly doubled while they looked for a replacement. Your anniversary was coming up and he wanted to plan the perfect date but all the restaurants he wanted to take you to seemed to be booked solid the entire weekend. And, to top it all off, he spilled old coffee all over himself on the way home from work.
So when he got home, he wasn’t in the best of moods, and for some reason your soft smile didn’t make it better. He needed space, some time to himself to decompress from everything. You were too cheerful for him to deal with right now, and the last thing he wanted was for you to dump everything that happened to you on to him. When you wrapped your arms around him while you told him about something funny that you saw on the way to his place— he just snapped.
