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꩜ 01 missed kisses 𑣲 B. POINDEXTER.

𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜsummary,, thursdays are your lazy days along with grocery days. Dex's favorite. + he briefly muses what his other favorite times are. author notes at the end. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, stalking ⋆ observing ⋆ canon typical Dex behaviour ⋆ in my hc Dex still occasionally draws ⋆ artist!reader ⋆ broken glass ⋆ briefly mentioned accidental cut. ꜜwc,, 1,9k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

one of Dex's favorite moments are probably mornings; watching the way your feet stick out from under the duvet in a poor attempt to cool down and wake up. watching you lean over to your bedside table-- the way your back slightly arches and the fat of your hips accentuates. peaceful, serene.

his second contender is probably when your full-body care days; when you thoroughly wash your hair, shave your legs and anywhere else where the hair is overstimulating you. he knows you don't shave for other people, but because the prickle of hair is so incredibly annoying to you.

though, that isn't a second contender because he gets to see your bare skin, no. it's because of how relaxed and focused you look. focused on not nicking your skin with the razor, focused on getting every last hair.

though, seeing you fully bare with water cascading down your angelic skin, isn't something he'll ever complain about.

yesterday his brows were mostly pinched in worry and deep care. while following your full routine you had knocked over a jar of some face cream, and yesterday of all days it had finally cracked and shattered.

he watched with knit brows how you tried so hard to step barefoot around all the glass, though failed as you stepped on a small piece. the immediate slow drip of blood was visible even from where he sat, peering out his living room window.

he could tell it hurt, as your face twitched slightly with each hesitant step on that foot. he smoothed a hand down the lower half of his face while he sighed, if he was there you wouldn't have had to move a muscle as he cleaned it all up around you.

he told Ray about it during lunch hour, chuckled with a shake of his head. " yeah, she'll be off her feet all day till it heals a little more. poor thing. though, i don't mind helping around extra. " he smiled as took another bite of his sandwich.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

it's his day off today, as he sits on his couch. his fingers twitch around the pencil as he watches you lounge on the couch. thursdays were lazy days for you.

the pencil scratches against the paper of his sketchbook, tracing the outlines of your curves. you shift, one knee bent as the other drops against the couch. the pretty blue silk pyjama pants draping so heavenly over the curve of your hips at the motion.

he continues to leisurely sketch as he watches you scroll through your phone, the calm rise and fall of your chest.

you sigh dramatically-- a telltale sign of becoming a little bored-- before turning around and laying on your stomach. Dex takes a deep breath, eyes tracing the curve of your back as he starts a new sketch on the page.

his watch quietly beeps, a signal that an hour has passed already. as if on que, you look up at your clock, dragging a hand down your face as you read the time. breakfast time.

he sets his sketchbook aside with a sigh, instead reaching for his mug of cooling coffee as he watches you disappear from your living room and moments later appear in your kitchen.

he sips his coffee with a pleased sigh as you make breakfast-- on thursdays it's always bagels with cream cheese, it's barely any effort-- while swaying a little to whatever song your were playing through your speaker.

he swallows the remainder of his coffee when you finish spreading your bagels, setting them on a plate before heading back to the living room.

you flick the tv on, like clockwork you search for your show and turn on the next episode. you settle into the plush cushions, grabbing your plate from the coffee table and setting it on your lap.

he's quick to turn on his tv, the show already sitting prepared once it's on. he presses play when you do, sitting back to glance back and forth between the show. while it's not something he'd watch on his own, he's found over time that he actually quite likes it-- almost curious about what happens next.

you pause the show before it skips to the next episode, setting down the remote as you stand up with your empty plate. Dex stands up with his empty mug, both making your way to the kitchen.

he smiles as he washes the mug, imagining bumping your hip as you talk about your plans for the day-- binging your show while you catch up on some work in progress art pieces-- before setting the clean and wet dishes in the drying rack and drying off your hands.

you're what got him back into drawing full time again. the heavenly way you look while fully focused on a piece, made him crave that same focus again. he used to sketch occasionally, maybe after a particularly graphic case or mission, but not regularly. now, if he doesn't sketch or scribble at least one thing, he can't end his day.

he watches through the kitchen window how you move over to the room in the back, your art space, and grab your sketch book along with your case full of drawing supplies. you reappear in the kitchen briefly, before moving into the living room again.

he grabs the daily newspaper from the front door before he follows along to his living room and sits down. while you draw, he skims the paper. you both turn the show on again, before turning to do your own things.

it's peaceful like this. so peaceful, he can almost hear the sound of your syrupy giggles as a character in the show does something funny, or the dramatic disappointed groans when they do something stupid. all while keeping your eyes glued to your sketchbook as you work.

after the third episode ends you pause it and get up, stretching your limbs and back. he does the same, setting his paper down on the stack of read ones. you roll your shoulders, standing in front of the open fridge as you decide what to eat for lunch.

he smiles as he knows you'll just sigh and grab leftovers-- the thought of having to put together a proper meal exhausting you. he watches you reheat tuesday's spaghetti, your hip leaning against the counter as you tap away against the surface as you wait. he opts for cooking up some eggs and toast. he keeps it simple and short on thursdays.

after he scoops the eggs from the pan he pauses to watch you open the microwave, knowing the next step. " shit! " he can imagine you hissing, lightly burning your finger tips as you pull the hot bowl out and almost drop it onto the counter. he smiles to himself as he finishes plating his food, though he'd urge you to prevent the pain, he'd kiss your stinging finger tips each time it happened anyway.

lunch passes peacefully and as routine, getting through another three episodes of your show before turning it off. his watch beeps, it's four o'clock. the time you get ready to get groceries.

he's always found it a little odd you get them on thursdays-- not on mondays, the start of the week-- not on the weekends, the end of the week. no, you do them on thursdays.

he'll silently agree with you though, there always seem to be much less people doing their full weekly shopping then. quicker lines, slightly less busy than the next day.

he watches you appear in your bedroom, opening your closet as you debat what to wear. thursdays are for comfortable, easing outfits. loose jeans or sweats, a soft tshirt or sweater on top.

he sucks in a small breath as he watches you pull on his favorite tshirt, pulling on a pair of your 'thursday jeans'-- comfortable, a little baggy and soft looking.

you always scramble around for your necessities-- keys, wallet, headphones-- before going out. he chuckles, when you get to know him he'll help you with that. giving you ways to never leave the house missing one or more.

he shrugs on his jacket and pulls a baseball cap snug over his head, grabbing his keys and a bag before heading out the door.

thursdays are his grocery days too now.

「 authors note,, this will be a shortish series with little moments like these, cause idk. i'm messed up and i like this a little too much 😀. that being said, of anyone has any little ideas for future parts, let me know! 」

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𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞��𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜsummary,, you come home to check on Dex, finding him halfway through a panic attack. so you help him get through it. author notes at the end. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, hurt/comfort ⋆ vague panic attack mention ⋆ lots of sweat ⋆ soft comfort. ꜜwc,, 0,6k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

" Dex? " you call out after entering his apartment. you two had set to meet about half an hour ago, and if Dex was anything— it was precise and punctual.

he was never late, always early enough to scout out where you would be meeting, but not too early for it to come off as odd. so when you hadn't seen him anywhere, it worried you.

you turn the corner to his living room, your heart sinking yet also feeling lighter upon finding him. he's sat on the floor, his hands are shaking as he hangs his head between his knees. his headphones sitting snug on his head and his tape player beside him.

you swallow, kneeling in front of him with enough distance to minimise the potential threat feeling, and close enough for him to notice you.

the moment your knees his the floor his head snaps up, wide and wild eyes meeting yours. your face softens, a small, reassuring smile making it's way to your lips. " hey, i missed you today. " you softly speak.

he swallows harshly, and you notice his shaky hands twitch with a telltale sign as his legs painfully lower to then cross.

you nod at the silent sign, slowly moving closer on your knees. you place your hands gently on his shoulders before carefully moving a knee over his thigh. you move the other over too, settling yourself in his trembling lap.

the moment you've let yourself settle with your full weight, his strong arms instantly wrap around your waist and his face is buried into the crook of your neck.

a sad smile takes over, breathing deeply as your fingers tangle themselves into his hair, holding him tightly against you. not that he really needs it, with the desperate force he's grasping onto you with.

" that's it, listen to my heartbeat. " you whisper, nails gently scratching against his scalp. and he does, ear pressed against your chest like a lifeline as he slowly calms down.

the two of you stay like that for a while, his breathing slowly slowing down and his heartbeat no longer threatening to burst out of his chest. his sweaty grip slowly loosens over time, though still holding you close against him.

" there we go, just keep listening. i'm right here. " you hum, never once stopping the movements of your fingers.

by the time he pulls his face from your chest the sun has started to set, letting you know it's getting late. you smooth a hand down to his cheek, your thumb rubbing gentle circles into the soft skin as you softly smile at him.

he swallows, a guilty look overtaking him. " i'm sorry i was late— "

" hey now, " you angle his face to yours, " none of that. " you shake your head. " whatever happened is not your fault. you know we can always reschedule. "

he nods against your hand, tiredly blinking up at you with wet lashes. you nod to the window behind you, " lets get you showered and then off to bed, shall we? " he nods again, his sweaty palms brushing off against his knees.

you move off his lap, standing to your height with a grunt. you hold out your hands— knowing that Dex is much stronger than you— a gesture that makes him feel cared for nonetheless.

he takes your hands, hoisting himself up. his aching joints groan in protest. you smile up at him, taking his hand in both of yours behind your back as you lead him to his bathroom.

" hey, Dex? " your own voice a tad hoarse from not speaking for a while.

he meets your eyes in an instant, waiting for your words. you help him pull off his sweat soaked shirt before continuing. your hand smoothes over his sweaty chest, settling directly above his heart. " how you're doing will always, be more important than a date. "

he nods, though you know he's thinking otherwise. you gently turn his face to yours with your other hand cupping his cheek, his eyes flitting back to yours. " it's more important than anything else to me. do you understand? " you say firmly.

he swallows, " yes. " he croaks out, his voice raw and scratchy.

you smile, nodding. you slowly lean in, moving your hand aside to press a kiss against the skin above his heart. you pull away after a few seconds, looking up at him. " now lets get you showered and ready for bed, okay? " gently guiding him towards his spacious shower.

「 authors note,, y'all Dex makes me feel so much 🥹 i love him so dearly and find myself in his struggles so much 😭. 」

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꩜ intimacy hc's 𑣲 B. POINDEXTER.

𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜrequest,, "i'd really love to see more of your intimacy hc's about Dex!!". author notes at the end. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, nonsexual cockwarming ⋆ ocd triggers ⋆ Dex's overall mental health ⋆ my personal thoughts ⋆ panic attack mentions ⋆ intense & obsessive cuddling. ꜜwc,, 0,9k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

𑣲 i saw someone post about this last week i think-- that they hc Dex to not be sexually attracted to people-- and i agree.

꩜ like he for sure enjoys the act with someone he's close with, but for emotional value and connection reasons-- being close and extremely intimate with you. i don't see him being a one night stand person AT ALL.

𑣲 back to my kissing hc from my fic-- in my eyes the press of a forehead to another, or the bump of a nose as much more intimate for him. he doesn't mind kissing perse, but he highly prefers the other mentioned ways.

꩜ needs, needs. to end and start his day with said way of kissing. a firm, but caring press of his forehead against yours while he nudges his nose against yours. if it doesn't happen at the start and end of his day, he spirals. like a compulsion he can't fulfill or a routine suddenly cut off. it drives him insane. and he can't calm down until his completed the action.

𑣲 on to possibly my fave hc, (besides this kissing one) cockwarming. while he does enjoy the act of sex, cockwarming doesn't count as sex to him. neither of you are having your needs fulfilled in the sense of 'releasing'. to him, it is the most intimate and deeply soothing position he can possibly be in with you.

꩜ your usual routine of soothing him out of a panic attack doesn't work? cockwarming. his day spirals because his image of you of your relationship briefly slips? cockwarming, while you hold him impossibly close and reassure him, over and over and over that it'll alright.

𑣲 it send every sense of his into overdrive-- being swallowed whole by you. your warm, wet walls suffocating him and leaving him with no room to entertain the scary or peace disturbing thoughts. neither of you usually cum from it, though if he ever needs the release, you never mind helping him through it.

꩜ for his birthday after being together for a while you gift him a usb stick with hours and hours of audio footage of you coaching him through various things. any situation you thought he could possibly ever get into, you've thought of it.

𑣲 a break in his routine? a bad trigger of his ocd? a really bad case at work that somehow ends up really bothering him? he somehow feels that you're distancing yourself from him? you've thought of everything, and then even more.

꩜ the moment he gets it and you explain, he downloads it all onto his phone. you laughed, warning him that his phone will run out of space-- but he didn't care. everything could run out of space, and he'd still find some way to make space for you and your help.

𑣲 keeps headphones on him at all times. ready to able to listen to the audio files at any given moment if he needs. sometimes, after a long day at work and a case he can't get home from, he'll just listen to a few just to hear your voice. slowly soothing him to sleep. and even of those moments you've thought of, filling the remainder of the storage with hours of idle chatter material of you talking about hobbies, or just the sound of you humming or singing as you do chores.

꩜ when he can't listen to the audio files? well, that's a time we all don't want to think about.

𑣲 is 100% a service switch. i think he has his few moments where he craves to be in charge, but mainly he craves your praise. lives to hear your voice praise him following your lead or your orders. he just wants to be good for you.

꩜ doesn't mind hand holding, but muchhhh prefers linking your foot with his when you sit beside him. it might seem silly or odd, but just a simple gesture of your foot resting on the other side of his is soothing. grounding.

𑣲 suffocates you in bed at night. you know he needs it, but it can be intense from time to time. he needs to be wrapped around you, and you have to face him. it's like he's got a sixth sense for it, cause if you turn away in your sleep, he wakes up immediately somehow. and he will either manoeuvre over you to your other side for him to face you, or turn your body or face to face him.

꩜ my last thought that i can think off at the moment, is his absolute love for doing your hair-- if you've got hair long enough to braid, it's one of his most favored ways of relaxing. you on the couch or bed, in front of him as he sits behind you and braids your hair.

𑣲 the rhythm of braiding the strands of hair really soothes him. though, it can most certainly also be a trigger for him. if the mental process of the braid feels off, he will do it over and over again and it soothes him instead.

「 authors note,, this was all that i've been able to think about while also being busy with other fics in my head 😅 but i hoped you enjoyed nonetheless! and once again, requests are open for Dex and Wade Kinsella! 」

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꩜ rot beside you 𑣲 B. POINDEXTER.

𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜsummary,, Dex finds you broken, so he lays down to rot with you. because if you won't get up, he'll die beside you. author notes at the end. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, major tw for this ⋆ blood ⋆ broken plates ⋆ cuts and scrapes ⋆ Dex's fucked up way of trying to help ⋆ Dex's thoughts ⋆ depression ⋆ lowkey suicidal ideation(?). ꜜwc,, 0,6k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

it's late at night as Dex drives to your apartment.

you weren't responding to any messages, any calls. he had called your neighbor, Anna, to knock and see if you were home-- but he already knew the answer.

by the time he unlocks the door and pushes through, his hands are shaking a little despite the routine. he closes the door, locking every lock he himself put on the door for your safety.

he calls out your name, then quietly like a obsessive prayer as he searches your apartment. his breath hitches as he steps on something that crunches-- like glass or ceramic crunches beneath your shoes-- and his eyes finally find you.

you're laying in the middle of a panic inducing scene; broken plates and bowls scattered around the kitchen floor, your figure curled up in the center.

he kneels down without a second thought, fingers pressing against your throat as his eyes scan for any life threatening injuries. your pulse is fine, and besides some small cuts on your shins and hands you seem to be alright.

he lets out a breath, a switch flips. he swallows, then scoffs. his slight panic gone as soon as it had originally washed over him.

he pushes against your shoulder. " get up. " he almost sounds like this is merely an inconvenience to him. he knows he shouldn't, but he can't help the frustration bubbling up.

" get. up. " he pushes you over, watching as you limply flop onto your other side instead. he can hear the crunch of ceramic as your body rolls against it.

he stays like that, frustration and annoyance slowly bubbling away as he kneels beside you. he's aware of the ceramic digging into his knees, but he doesn't care.

he huffs as he shifts to lay down beside you, not flinching as the pieces of broken plates dig into his skin, inflicting small cuts. he lays down, curling up the same as you. his forehead inches from yours. he can feel a piece digging into his cheek, hear the faint drip, drip, drip of his blood.

his brows furrow deep as his intense eyes drag across your face. " you're going to get through this. " his voice is raspy, but firm and serious.

if you hear him, you don't show a single sign. " you need to get through this. " he says again, his tone is flat and dead serious.

" if you don't, i'll hurt myself. "

your hazy eyes flick ever so slightly up to meet his, and you know he means it. because if you can't pick yourself up, he doesn't want to pick himself up either. he'll keep laying here beside you, bleeding, until you both rot into the floor.

you stay like that for hours, the morning sun starting to squirm it's way through the half closed curtains. his eyes unwavering, fixed on yours.

he watches the life slowly return to them, your occasional blinks becoming slightly more frequent. " your cheek. " you croak, your voice hoarse from screaming hours ago.

his brow ticks up, his is face unreadable. " i meant what i said. "

" i know. "

" good. "

the interaction slowly melts away your immobile limbs. your fingers twitch in front of your face, Dex catches it immediately. his bloody index finger wraps around yours, his intense eyes not moving.

he catches the faint twitch of your lip, a smile you want to show, but are too tired for. you've had days like these before, hence his callousness towards them. he knows you'll get up, at some point.

sometimes it takes you hours, sometimes it takes you a full day. but eventually you do get up. you'll both get up, you'll shakily lead him to your bathroom where you'll patch each other up. rinse, and repeat a few weeks or months later.

Dex doesn't mind the scars littering your skin, they mean you're alive and getting through it. even if it's not truly getting any better at all.

「 authors note,, idk what this is tbh, but it felt fitting for him. i know this kinda wildly deviates from anything i'd normally write, but idk it was kinda really cathartic to write. 」

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꩜ 02 missed kisses 𑣲 B. POINDEXTER.

𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜsummary,, Dex helps with your upstairs neighbor problem, and in his eyes you thank him for it. author notes at the end. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, stalking ⋆ obsessive behaviour ⋆ maybe slight ooc Dex for 2 seconds ⋆ creepy upstairs neighbor ⋆ painkillers ⋆ delusional Dex thoughts ⋆ not beta'd. ꜜwc,, 1,1k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

it's a peaceful saturday evening-- Dex even managed to get his paperwork done early to make it home in time for your evening binge of your latest show.

though, his internal peace is disturbed when he glances out his living room window and into yours-- your telltale grimace on your face when you've got a headache coming on. and with how you're trying so hard to focus in your show, Dex can figure out what's causing the headache.

that, along with each subtle pained jolt of your body that seems to follow a rhythm.

your upstairs neighbor; Jackson. who really, thoroughly enjoys blasting his awful music at random hours of the day.

Dex hates that he's never home when this happens-- else he'd have solved your problem ages ago. but on the other hand, the way your brows knit together when you're trying to hope the headache away, it's just such a pretty expression on you.

he waits for you to pause your show, pausing his as well, before getting up. he grabs his keys, unlocking his front door before exiting his apartment. it's a quick walk, really-- down the hall, up one flight if stairs and down the hall again.

within a minute and a half he finds himself in front of Jackson's door, lo and behold, that god awful music playing. he grimaces as he knocks, forceful, but not too harsh. a clear, 'get your ass to the door, but it isn't an emergency'.

a few seconds after Dex knocks, the door swings open. he almost wants to grimace at the sight behind it-- an absolute pigsty of an apartment. and as Dex looks over Jackson, he finds the same thing in him.

" hey man, what do want? " Jackson huffs, annoyed at something.

Dex shifts on his feet, " i'm here to ask you nicely to stop playing your music this loud. i can hear every word of it below you. "

Jackson snorts, not reading Dex's expression very well. " sure man, whatever. " he dismisses Dex, and it's clear that nothing is going to change in his behaviour.

Jackson moves to close the front door with a laugh, but Dex's boot is pushed between the frame and the door. " what the-? "

he pushes the door open, Jackson now perfectly reads Dex's face. " i don't think you heard me right the first time. either that music turns off, or i make sure you won't be able to hear after this conversation. "

Jackson swallows uncomfortably, his eyes meeting Dex's with some hope that this some joke. but when he meets Dex's cold, hazel eyes, he understands that he's completely serious.

Jackson nods, slow at first, then frantically. " yeah, y-yeah i'll uh, i'll turn it down. i won't bother you again. i swear- "

Dex taps his boot, signalling he should get to it and turn it off. Jackson is quick to scramble for the radio to shut it off. Dex gives him an eerie half smile, nodding him goodbye as he closes Jackson's door for him.

he takes the stairs two steps at a time, eager to get back to you and the show. he pushes through his apartment door, locking it before hanging his keys.

he takes off his boots, lining them up beside the door in the rack, then makes his way to his couch. he looks out the window, into yours, to find you leaning back in relief as you rub your temples. Dex smiles, your welcome, he thinks to himself.

you take some painkillers with some water, setting the glass down and curling up beneath your fleece blanket again. you reach for your remote, turning on the show again. Dex turns his on too, leaning back against the cushion.

he hopes, but doubts, that this is the last time he'll see Jackson. but to see that sweet relief in your face, Dex would do much worse than he promised the man.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

that same night, Dex lies in bed staring out his bedroom window. you can't sleep again. he suspects the painkillers didn't do much against the headache, as he watches you twist and turn in bed.

you huff dramatically, frustrated, as you rub circles against your temples. he watches you sit up straight, throwing your legs over the edge of the bed as drop your head in your hands.

you push your hair back, sliding down to sit on the floor with your back against your bed as you look out the window.

Dex freezes as your eyes land on his bedroom window, his eyes widen. realistically, he knows you can't see him. you have poor eyesight and wear glasses-- which you aren't wearing right now-- along with the fact that Dex had out up a reflective privacy screen on his windows the moment he moved in. he could see outside crystal clear, but no one could see in.

but nevertheless, Dex feels your eyes on him. like you're subconsciously watching him. his heart pounds in his ears, his body is rigid beneath the duvet.

he can practically hear the silent 'thank you' emanating from your look. as if you somehow know it was him.

Dex's lips twitch into an awkward half smile as his body relaxes a little. " you're welcome. " he whispers, as if it were a secret or a prayer.

it doesn't take long for you to yawn again, rubbing your eyes as you sigh. he knows that look, the one that says, 'fuck this headache, i'm going to bed anyway'. you stretch, settling back under your blankets and against your pillows.

and dare Dex think, you do so with a small smile.

「 authors note,, sorry this is so short, but i've been very very busy Binging Hart of Dixie, but i also couldn't stop thinking about these two ideas for this series 🫠 idk if the interaction with the neighbor was a tad out of character, if so, sorry 😅. 」

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「 ꜜsummary,, [based on this scene that i edited.] you can't seem to get tired enough to sleep well, so Wade helps wear you out. author notes at the end. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, teasing ⋆ piv sex ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ nail scratches ⋆ Wade is 100% a service top imo ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ multiple orgasms (f) ⋆ fluff at the end. ꜜwc,, 1,8k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

you groan as you drop down on Wade's couch, legs stretched across his lap like it's a second home. you lay all stretched out, arms covering your face.

he nearly chokes on his beer at the force, setting the bottle down to in turn dig his fingers into the supple skin of your calves. " hey, meant to thank you for blowin' out the electricity at my place last night. " he teases, pulling your leg up so he can drag his lips across the bare skin. " it's greeaat to practice living off the grid in case of a war with the zombies or whatnot. " he nips at the skin.

you huff, " sorry, i just can't sleep these past few nights. s'like i'm up all night tossin' and turnin'. " you groan from under your arms.

Wade grins, that sleazy, cheeky staple grin of his. " maybe you're just not tired enough at night. " he trails, calloused fingers still massaging your calf. " f'you wanna 'work out' a little, or whatever, " he continues, pulling you further up the couch by your thighs. your ass now pressed against his thigh as he leans down over you a little. " no need to blow the power out. i'll just come by. " his voice is low, you can smell the beer on his breath.

you peak out from under your arms, that wicked glint in your eyes. he grins wider. " oh yeah? " you sit up straight, Wade's hands easily guiding your knees to rest on either side of his hips.

he nudges your nose with his, " oh yeah, " he whispers, pressing a wet kiss to your lips. " get you aaall tired out and relaxed, " he trails his lips down your jaw. " eyes barely able to stay open, " he presses an open mouth kiss to your throat, his tongue lingering a little. " all ready for bed. "

his voice has a slight pitch to it as you slowly roll your hips against his. you can feel his grin against your skin as his teeth skim the wet flesh, his lips latching onto the area. " oh shit- " he revels in the hitch of your breath as he suckles at the skin, slowly and precisely leaving a trail of blooming bruises down to your chest.

you pant, your hips stuttering. your hands hastily cup either side of his face, pulling him up to look at you. you mash your lips against his, both of you moaning at the feeling. his hands grip your hips, aiding their movements.

you pull away just enough from the kiss, panting against his lips. " Wade? "

he looks up at you with heavy eyes. " yeah, baby? "

you close your eyes at the sight of his, dropping your head to his shoulder. " i need you- need you to wear me out. " you breathe, trailing your lips up his throat. " need you so bad. "

he groans, nodding breathlessly as he tangles a hand in your hair and pulling it back. " shit- yes, ma'am. " he presses his lips urgently back against yours, manoeuvring you both so you're on your back with him between your legs.

" m'gon' make you feel so good, i promise, baby- shiiittt.. " he breathes as his hands work at your clothes, pulling your shirt up to find you already completely bare beneath. he sucks in a breath, hiking your legs up over his hips as he latches his lips onto the supple skin of your breasts.

and you know he'll keep his promise.

" oh fuck, fuck fuckkk- " you chant as his fingers work tight circles against your throbbing clit, his hard cock slowly slipping inside. your thighs shake where they're resting against his, your hands shooting up to drag up your face and tangle into your hair.

Wade lets out a deep moan as he keeps slowly pushing in, feeling your suffocating walls try to simultaneously push him out and suck him further in. " you can do it, baby, c'mon i know you can- " he strains, his fingers not once faltering in their pace.

you shake your head, your hips jolting with each spark of pleasure. he nods his head in return, " yes you can, give me another, pretty doll, c'mon. "

" can't- s'too much- " you sob, eyes rolling back as he starts to pick up his thrusts.

he leans down, briefly faltering the pace of his fingers as he rests his sweaty forehead against yours. " i know you can give me one more, you're being so good f'me, sooo good.. " he pants, each pulse of your walls pulling him embarrassingly closer to the edge.

he watches your face scrunch up against his, brows knit tight in the focus on your high. you swallow shakily, your thighs starting to tremble more. you nod, slowly at first, then with each swirl of his fingers you nod more frantically.

" that's my girl- c'mon, give me one more. " he grunts, the pace of his hips picking up even more. his fingers slip against your wet cunt with each thrust, your eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.

" shit- m'gonna-! " you gasp, your fingers digging into his strong biceps, then back to scratch against his back again. with a few more swirls of his fingers and heavy thrusts, white hot pleasure shoots through you, eyes clenching shut as your whole body trembles against him as you cum once again.

" that's my good girl, that's it- give it all to me, baby.. " he moans, fucking you through your high as he chases his. " you're so good f'me-- fuckin' fantastic. " he rambles, his face screwing up as he comes closer with each thrust.

he whines with each drag of your nails against his raw back, the thought of the marks alone spurring him on even more. " please- " you hiccup, tears of pleasure dripping down your face. " need you to cum f'me-- need to feel you inside- " you plea, gasps and hiccups streaming from your lips.

" shit, fuck-! okay, yeah. okay, baby. " he breathes, his face dropping down to bury in the crook of your neck. " anything you fuckin' want. "

you nod, tear streaked cheek pressing into his hair. " please- please pleaseplease-! " you repeat, your nails digging deeper into his back.

" oh fuck- m'gonna-- " he whines, pressing sloppy, all-teeth kisses to your collarbone.

" yes-! please give it to me! "

" oh lord- " he stammers, hips stuttering before they slam to a halt. you gasp as he presses deeper into while he cums, feeling rope after rope spill into you.

you smooth your hands up his sides, quickly up and down, as he slowly comes down from his high. his hips lazily thrust, slowly fucking his cum up into you.

one of his hands moves to smooth over your wet cheek, lust-blown hazel eyes staring down at you. he exhales deeply with a tired smile, leaning down to press his lips against your in a tender kiss. you smile into the kiss, tired returning it.

he pulls away after a minute, resting his sweaty forehead against your equally sweaty one. he slowly pulls out, a string of curses leaving him as he watches his cum slowly leak out of your pulsing cunt. he sucks in a breath, dragging a hand down his face. " fuckk.. " he groans at the sight.

you nod tiredly with an airy chuckle, dropping your head back against his couch. " yeah.. "

he wraps his arm around your waist, manoeuvring the two of you around with a grunt until you're laying in top of his chest. he exhales deeply, pulling a stray blanket off the back of the couch and drapes it over you both. you yawn, wiping at your wet face before resting your cheek against his sweaty chest.

he grins lazily, one arm securely wrapped around you as his other hand traces shapes against your bare arm. you both bask in the quiet moment, just simply enjoying each other's warmth.

he gently pinches your arm, pulling a hum from you. " there, that tiring enough, ma'am? " he teases.

you huff, your hot breath fanning over his chest. a faint and tired hum leaves you-- you're already almost asleep. he smiles at the sound, pressing a kiss to your hair. " sleep tight. " he whispers, eyes closing as he's not far behind.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

you groan as you slowly stir from your sleep, eyes clenching shut in a poor attempt to block out the sun. " well, g'morning sunshine. " you can hear the grin in Wade's voice as he rounds the couch.

he kneels down in front of you, two mugs of coffee in hand. he sets them down on the worn out coffee table before turning back to you. he smiles as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. " how'd you sleep? "

you let out a deep exhale, nuzzling against his hand as it cups your cheek. " like fuckin' heaven. " you mumble.

he laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before lifting your legs up so he can sit on the couch. he lowers them into his lap, tenderly stroking your calf. " well, guess i'll be gettin' a call more often, huh? " he grins, that sleazy, sleazy grin.

you grumble something into the couch, before lazily kicking your foot up against his chest. he chuckles, instantly grabbing a hold of it. " i'm kiddin', baby. " he assures as he presses kisses along the bridge of your foot. " m'just glad you slept well. "

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© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

꩜ WADE KINSELLA, hart of dixie.

[⓲] TIRE YOU OUT ,, you can't seem to get tired enough at night to sleep well, so Wade helps wear you out.

[★] WALKIN' HOME ,, Wade and George end up in jail, so you bail them out. not without taxing Wade for his behaviour.

[⓲] HEAT WAVE MELT ,, you come back to Wade's place during a Bluebell-stapel heat wave, in desperate need of relaxing and cooling down. SOON!

[★] RIPTIDES ,, two, disgustingly sweet domestic moments with you and Wade. SOON!

꩜ BENJAMIN POINDEXTER, daredevil.

[★ᵕ̈] SHAKY HANDS ,, you come home to find Dex halfway through a panic attack. so you help him get through it.

[⓲ᰔᵕ̈] PINKY PROMISE KISSES ,, you comfort Dex after he has a nightmare.

[★ᵕ̈] ROT BESIDE YOU ,, Dex finds you broken, so he lays down to rot with you.

[★ᰔ] INTIMACY HC'S ,, a few of my personal thoughts and opinions on intimacy related things + Dex. SOON!

꩜ MISSED KISSES ,, series.

your life, your routine, through Dex's eyes. and your apartment windows..

[★] PART ONE ,, Dex muses about his favorite moments. + your thursday routine.

[★] PART TWO ,, Dex takes care of your upstairs neighbor problem. and in his eyes, you thank him for it.