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Can I have Dwight Hendrickson x Fem reader with prompt 1) Your kisses are sweeter than honey from your radio host list?

Dwight spends hours kissing you, his lips brushing over yours as he grinds against your core making you moan into his mouth. You taste like honey, like the first burst of sunshine on a rainy day.

Your hands ghost under his shirt and the brush of your fingertips sets his nerve endings ablaze. Ecstasy surges through his body and he smiles against your lips as his thumb chases over the apple of your cheek.

“Is that...”

“My Trouble?” You ask as his nose trailing along the length of yours. “It has it’s perks, it can make things a little more interesting in the bedroom.”

“I don’t need that.” He murmurs, his lips tracing over yours. “All I need is you.”

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Future starts now

Pairing: Dwight Hendrickson x Fem reader

Description: You find a baby at a crime scene leading to you not only taking the baby home but a new start for you and Dwight

"This one's gonna be rough" you followed Duke towards the scene already seeing a trail of blood before raising the sheet to see the body of a woman which made your stomach churn. What caught your eye was a pacifier on the ground after collecting a piece of evidence near tall grass having a gut feeling of something more leading to you slowly walking through the grass in complete silence, you heard small noises only to find a baby who couldn't have been four weeks old as you slowly pick her up in your arms feeling relief after checking her for injuries to find none before walking back to the crime scene with tears forming in your eyes as duke and Audrey watch you go in the ambulance to the hospital where you stayed for forty minutes before they call and tell you to go home and look after the baby who you found out was named Juno. You hold her in your arms after getting Nathan to take you home not knowing what you were going to tell Dwight once he got home later on as time passed by with you falling head over heels for the little girl that made your heart flutter with smiles and giggles, you fill with dread hearing the front door open and close looking up to see dwight in the doorway before sitting next to you while juno lightly held your hair leaning your face into dwight's hand when he caresses your face watching him lightly run his finger over juno's hand looking up to explain what happened only for him to shake his head and telling you that he knew already since duke and audrey told him while you were at the hospital seeing the look of emotions swarm in his eyes while he watches you with juno before eating. An hour later he walks upstairs into your shared bedroom only to find you under the covers asleep with juno awake beside you calmly holding your hair as dwight quickly walks to the bed and kisses your temple, "Hi pretty girl, look at them eyes" dwight felt a warmth and tenderness he hadn't felt since he held Lizzy when she was born unable to stop himself from smiling and falling head over heels for the little girl just like you did earlier as he carried her in his arms down to Gloria's who couldn't help her smile seeing how dwight was with juno coming back an hour later to find you slowly waking up only to see dwight at the end of the bed with juno lightly laughing in his arms as he quietly talked to her. "I had a plan for this but now I don't want to wait for a week later" you raise a brow as he laid juno in your arms before getting on his knees with a ring making you tear up with a sweet smile sharing a tender kiss before calling the social worker on juno's case to start the adoption progress while feeling over the moon as the future you never expected to have began with you and dwight in each other's arms with juno in your lap in a new domestic bliss and peace as the pieces of your life together fell into place now that juno was in apart of your lives.

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Hey guys! I have decided to open requests for stories!

My rules are as follows

No Girl X Girl or Boy x Boy. Smut is okay, depending on who you’re asking for. Also, I’m VERY new to smut writing so please don’t ask for kinks rn tysm.

My list of people I’ll write for is as follows. Keep in mind this list is subject to addition so if you don’t see someone you want, ask anyway or wait a while. The key is non-negotiable.

Key: 💙 means Platonic/familial only. 💜 means that romance and platonic is okay.

WWE

Damian Priest💜

Drew McIntyre💜

AJ Styles💜

The Undertaker💙

Raquel Rodriguez💙

Liv Morgan💙

Becky lynch💙

Candice LeRae💙

Seth Rollins💜

Roman Reigns💜

Edge💜(90’s and current day)

Cody Rhodes💜 (all versions)

LA Knight 💜

Randy Orton💜

AEW

Jon Moxley💜

Orange Cassidy💜

Darby Allin💜

MJF💜

Person of interest

John Reese💜

Root💙

Sameen Shaw💙

Joss Carter💙

Supernatural

Dean Winchester 💜

Sam Winchester 💙

Castiel💙

Rowena💙

Jack Kline 💜

Haven

Dwight Hendrickson💜

Duke Crocker💜

NCIS

Nick Torres💜

Ziva David💙

Tracker

Russel Shaw💜

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Week Two Fic Roundup!

Great job, guys!

This week’s prompt was:

“Over the bridge, take a right, there’s the body.”

Our fics for the week are:

Haven Crew Fic #2, by @beyondtriumvirate

Duke Crocker, Nathan Wuornos, Duke x Nathan

HCW2- Body Drop, by @grey-haven

Dwight Hendrickson, McHugh, Gen, Grief/Grieving

What do you think the Troubles are?, by @cookiedoughmeagain

Charlotte Cross, Duke Crocker, Audrey x Duke x Jess x Nathan

Just Another Day in Paradise, by @fiore-della-valle

Audrey Parker, Duke Crocker, Evi Ryan, Nathan Wuornos, Duke x Evi

Remember: you can continue to post fics for this prompt to the fic tag, where they can be easily searched.  The next prompt will post on Monday, May 1st, but the Roundup will be delayed until May 15th instead of the 8th, as your mod will be traveling the week of the 8th.

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Can I have Dwight Hendrickson x Fem reader with the prompts "I’ll take care of you" + "I trust you"?

Hi Sunny, I only usually do one prompt per ask for future reference.

Thank you for submitting for Dwight, I'm really enjoying exploring him!

Companion piece to Odd Socks & The Day We Met

You’re struggling, Dwight can see it a mile away. It’s the reason he offered to drive you home, the reason that the two of you are still sitting in the truck parked outside your cottage, listening to the rain pitter patter on the roof.

“I haven’t lose control like that in a while.” You tell him, tilting your head away so you can watch the droplets run in rivets down the glass.

“The things he said…” Dwight trails off because he can see the tension in your shoulders, the fact you’re trying not to cry.

“They’re all true.” You say finally, swallowing hard against the emotion in your chest. “I was twelve when I electrocuted my mother, she’s never recovered from it. She’s in an assisted care facility up in Cherryfield that he pays for.”

There’s a lot of missing pieces to what you’re saying, a lot of things he doesn’t understand. He was born in this town but he didn’t grown up here, he doesn’t know the lore the way Nathan or Duke does.

 What he does know is that your Trouble is emotion based, that if you get angry, scared, upset it can manifest unpredictably. Which is why he’s going to be forking out for a new coffee machine since you’ve just completely obliterated the one back at the station because the Rev had come at you saying horrible things, cruel things.

“I don’t understand.” He says quietly. “But I want to.”

“My mother was very religious, she believed that the Troubled were cursed, afflicted.” You tell him and already he can see the road that this is taking. “What do you think happened when she discovered her daughter was born with one, when it manifested after her father left?”

“She took you to the Rev?”

You nod your head, wiping away the tears that leak down your cheeks with the back of your sleeve.

“Alex…” He says softly, his hand reaching for yours. “What did they do?”

“An exorcism.” You tell him. “They performed an exorcism and it triggered me again.”

Dwight can not describe the rage he feels in that moment, the fury, the devastation. His hand squeezes yours and you squeeze his right back.

“Your mom?” He questions.

“Yea. It was all directed at her” You utter before raising your head to meet his gaze. “She’s deteriorating, the damage I did it’s killing her and he wanted to tell me that, to remind me…”

You don’t say the words but they hang in the air between the two of you.

That I’m a killer.

“You were a child.” He tells you, his thumb chasing away the tears that line your cheeks. “One who was put in a horrific position. You didn’t do it on purpose. He has no right…”

He trails off because you don’t need his anger right now, you need his love, his compassion, his understanding. You need someone to look after you because you’re exhausted, overwrought and frankly a little dangerous.

“You trust me right?” He murmurs, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “You trust me the way that I trust you?”

You draw comfort from his touch, you always have. It grounds you, anchors you, keeps you steady in a that world doesn’t make sense.

“Let me take care of you tonight.” He whispers against your lips. “Let me be there for you, the way that you were there for me.”

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Adding To Ask List:

Dwight Hendrickson

Nathan Wuornos

Duke Crocker

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Lightshow: Dwight Hendrickson x Reader

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Nightmares - Dwight has always had nightmares.

On The Rocks - Dwight finds you on the beach after a fight about Wade Crocker.

It’s the flickering lights that give Dwight the first clue that something bad is going on. He’s standing alongside Nathan’s desk, explaining something in one of the reports when the bulbs start dim and brighten. It’s the coffee maker next, spluttering and hissing followed by smoke coming out of the printer. Then all the electronics go crazy and he knows, he just fucking knows that something has happened to you.

When the bulbs explode above them, showering the entire squad room glass, his heart just stops in his chest because you don’t throw around this much power, not even when you’re enraged. He backtracks over the past five minutes, you’d been leaving for the night and he’d promised you he wouldn’t be too far behind. Your lips had brushed over his cheek before you’d murmured in his ear.

“When I get home, I’m going to run a bath, you should join me.”

You’d kissed him then, and that kiss it had been so tender, so full of promise.

“I just have one more thing to clarify with Nathan.” He had told you, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek. “Then I’ll follow you home.”

You would have barely had time to make it to the parking lot before the lightshow started. He’s already bolting from the station, the glass still glittering in his hair before anyone can stop him. He’s three steps into the parking lot before he sees it, the body lying in the middle of the tarmac.

He falters then. His hands start to tremble and his vision tunnels, he can’t breathe, he can’t fucking breathe. He forces himself to take a step forward and then another and that’s when he realises corpse he’s looking at it’s not you at all.

It’s Wade Crocker.

He looks like he’s been struck by lightning. His t-shirt has disintegrated into his flesh around the centre of his chest, the skin is black and charred. His veins are seared pink, contrasting against his skin, creeping up his neck towards his jaw. There’s no question that the man is dead, his head lolls to one side and his body is limp like a ragdoll.

This can’t be you, he thinks. He knows what it’s like when you tag someone and it’s nothing like this…

Then he sees the knife, the blood marring the blade and he remembers what happened to the last person that tried to hurt you. You were twelve when you electrocuted your mother during a violent exorcism, she’d ended up living out her days in an assisted living facility. Your Trouble has evolved since then, grown with you.

“Alex.” He calls out across the parking lot and he’s met with nothing but silence.

His gaze comes to linger on the droplets of blood, there’s a trail leading away from Wade, each crimson stain growing. There’s a smear of burgundy on Stan’s silver Toyota, and he realises that you were trying to get to somewhere protected, somewhere safe in case Wade survived, that you still have the spare key to his SUV on your keyring.

He finds you unconscious, bleeding out on to the tarmac between Nathan’s truck and his SUV. Your shirt is soaked with red, it stains his fingers, his hands as he tries to stifle the bleeding with his palm. Every single one of your breaths catches, it’s a horrible shallow rasp, one that leads him to believe that the knife has punctured your lung.

Dwight’s had some medical training back in the military and he knows it’s bad, really fucking bad.

“I need you to hold on for me.” He whispers as he hears Nathan’s footsteps approaching. “You just need to hold on a little longer.”

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Can I have Dwight Hendrickson x Fem reader with the prompt "Hold me close and I won't leave"?

Tagging: @kmc1989 @Atrxdixs @princesschyanne@words-and-seeds@cookiedoughmeagain

Companion piece to:

Nightmares - Dwight has always had nightmares.

On The Rocks - Dwight finds you on the beach after a fight about Wade Crocker.

Lightshow - Dwight knows that something bad's happened when the lights to flicker.

Sedated - Your Trouble causes issues when the doctors try to help with your injuries.

In the days after you wake up in the hospital Dwight goes out of his way to make his place as comfortable as possible, because the doctor’s tell him you need supervision for the next week and he’s not leaving you in that cottage you live in, especially not with those stairs.

Ideally he’d take a little time off, support you during your recovery but this is Haven and that’s impossible as The Chief so he switches himself to on call instead, leaving Nathan in charge until something major comes up that requires his attention. The two of you fall into an easy domesticity over the next few weeks, Dwight takes care of everything where you pitch in where you can. The truth is the injury has slowed you down more than you thought it would. Facing your own mortality isn’t new to either of you but he thinks this time it became a little too close. It’s made you reconsider things, things about your future with him.

“I want to take the next step.” You tell him one night when you’re in bed together.

You’re tangled up in one another, listening to the rain as it pitter patters off the windows. The heat from his body warms your skin through the thin fabric of the t-shirt you’re wearing as he tucks the sheets even tighter around you.

“What does that look like for you?” He asks, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek as his forehead comes to rest on yours.

“Like this.” You tell him, your palm coming to rest upon the space where his heart resides. “Waking up next to you every day, coming home to you every night.”

“Do you want to move in with me Alex?” He asks, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile. “Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes.” You whisper, your lips brushing over his. “But I want to marry you too.”

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Can I have Dwight Hendrickson x Fem reader with the prompt "I'm undressing you in my head, my bed"?

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Dwight should be working, he should be reading through the stack of reports he has piled up on the edge of his desk, making notations, crossing his t’s and dotting his i’s but he isn’t. Instead his eyes are fixed on you as you sit at your desk, wearing the blue button up shirt that he fucked you in this morning.

Your fingertips trail along the collar as you focus on your screen, your teeth biting down on your lower lip in concentration and it takes him back to that moment, your head tipping back into to the pillow trying to stifle the noise as you hit that peak.

“Don’t hold back baby,” He’d murmured, leaning in close, his hips flush against yours. “You can get a little loud for me.”  

The sound of his name on your lips, it still echoes in his ears as he sits at his own desk, trying to conceal the stiffening in his jeans. It’s never been like this for him, he’s never felt this passion before, this fire. He’s never wanted someone as much he wants you. It’s a constant, relentless need.

“I’m heading home for the night Chief.” You say interrupting his thoughts. “Do you need anything before I head out?”

You, he thinks, underneath me again, saying my name, coming on my cock.  

“Close the door.” He says instead as he raises to his feet and draws the blinds. “I want to continue what we started this morning.”

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Can I have Dwight Hendrickson x Fem reader with the prompt "You take a polaroid of me lying on your bed"?

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Companion piece to:

Lightshow - Dwight knows that something bad's happened when the lights to flicker.

Sedated - Your Trouble causes issues when the doctors try to help with your injuries.

You’re straddling Dwight’s hips, his cock buried deep in that sweet pussy of yours as his hands grasp your waist, fingertips digging in. He’s on the edge, you can tell, it’s in the way his body stretches taut underneath you, his head tipping back into the pillow, jaw clenching.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this Dwight.” You whisper as you pick up the polaroid camera lying next you on the bed. “The most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

You take the picture as he climaxes, his release spilling into you as he lets out that loud guttural sound. You fuck him through it, wringing the pleasure right out of him as you clasp the polaroid in your hand. He sags back into the cushions, his entire form relaxing into the mattress. His palms slid down to your thighs, squeezing lightly as you take another picture.

“No more.” He requests, his eyes meeting yours. “I want…”

You.

Close, pressed against him.  

You set the camera down, your mouth leaving a trail of kisses up his chest until you reach his lips.

“Thank you for doing that for me.” You whisper, your fingertips tracing over his grizzled jaw. “I just want something to remember you by.”

“Alex…” He whispers, his fingertips tucking your hair back behind your ear and the air around you begins to crackle.

“You should leave.” You say softly as you shift from on top of him and Dwight complies with an ache in his chest.

“It won’t be like this forever.” He says quietly as he sits on the edge of the bed, tying up the laces of his boots. Already he can taste the ozone in his mouth, your Trouble it’s amping up again, getting close to erupting.

It’s been out of control since Wade Crocker stabbed you, which is why you’re here in this secluded cottage away from everything and everyone that you can hurt, including him, especially him.

“I don’t think you should come here anymore.” You tell him, pulling on your robe and cinching it at the waist. “It’s just making everything harder.”

“Alex-” He begins but you shake your head gesturing towards the bedroom door.

“I need you to go Dwight.” You whisper and the hairs start to stand up on his skin from the static in the air. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

Sparks dance on your fingertips and he knows he’s cutting it close, too close. He ignored the warning signs the last time, it’s why he has those pink fern-like scars creeping up his left shoulder, why his heart stopped for almost two minutes.

It’s in that moment that he realises what this was. Not a romantic tryst between two people that love each other but a goodbye.

“You need to go.” You say once again, this time more forcefully and Dwight nods his head before his steps towards the bedroom door. He pauses as his hand comes to rest on the door handle.

“I love you.” He whispers fiercely and he hears your breath catch as the taste of metal floods his mouth. “No matter what happens I will always love you.”

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Can I have Dwight Hendrickson x Fem reader with the prompt "She tastes like the sunshine kissing me"?

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Dwight works too hard, you know it, he knows it, hell the whole damn town knows it which is why you’re in his office, closing the door quietly behind you. He doesn’t glance up from the paperwork he’s reading, he’s too engrossed in reviewing the after action reports that have been growing on the corner of his desk over the last week.

He gets like this when he’s tired, hyper focused. He blocks out everything else around him so he can continue to process information in front of him.

You sigh as you gently tug the piece of paper from between his hands. He looks up at you dazed for a second before you slide into his lap. The pretty summer dress you’re wearing rides up just a little and Dwight feels his cock shifting to attention underneath the denim.

“Baby.” You say firmly. “You’re working too hard.”

“I just need  a few more hours…”

Your mouth covers his and the noise in his head just stops, that weight he carries, it disappears the way it always does when he’s with you. It feels like the first rays of sun after a long season of rain. His fingers tangle in your hair drawing you against him. You bite down on his bottom lip and something snaps, all that stress he’s been feeling, it erupts  and suddenly he’s kissing you like his life depends on it, like you’re the only woman in the entire world.

“Need you.” He mumbles against your mouth as his hand slips between the two of you unzipping his jeans. You raise to your feet, tugging off your panties as his dick springs out of the confines of his jeans. You lift up the fabric of your summer dress before you straddle his hips again, the tip of his dick brushing over your wetness.

“Alex, don’t tease me.” He murmurs, his thumb tracing over the apple of his cheek. “Not tonight alright?”

You smile against his mouth, your lips brushing over his as you slowly sink down onto his cock.

“Anything you say Chief.”

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Can I have Dwight Hendrickson x Fem reader with the prompt "Sweetest of the sunflowers, yeah, you're the sun to me"?

Tagging@ @kmc1989 @Atrxdixs @princesschyanne @words-and-seeds @cookiedoughmeagain

Companion piece to On The Rocks

Dwight has always had nightmares. They used to be of Afghanistan, of Lizzie but more recently they’ve been about you. Or more specifically about you and Wade Crocker.

In his dreams he watches the two of you on the veranda of the Grey Gull. It starts with a kiss, Wade’s mouth on yours, his arm wrapping around your waist drawing you closer and then the knife comes out. The moonlight catches the glint of the blade before the other man drives it into your chest and in that moment Dwight can’t breathe because it’s as if Wade Crocker’s plunged the knife into his own chest and carved his heart right out of his rib cage.

On those nights he wakes up, he gathers you close, burying his face into your hair as he listens to the sound of your breathing. The sensation of being surrounded by you, it soothes him, lulling him back to sleep.

“You’re having nightmares again aren’t you?” You say later that evening when he steps out of the shower.

You’re sitting on the bed dressed in jeans and that pretty top with the sunflowers on. Dwight wishes that this was like any other night, that he could just drop the towel and climb into bed with you but he can’t because he has a meeting with the Guard in an hour over Jordan’s disappearance.

“Yes.” He says as he sits down alongside of you. “Ever since Wade Crocker came back into town.”

He doesn’t mention they started after you’d told him the two of you had slept together a few years ago, that he’s noticed that the interest Wade takes in you is practically predatory. He doesn’t want you to think he’s jealous or possessive but Christ the feeling he gets when that man looks at you…

It makes him want to commit a murder.

“How can I help?” You ask him and in that moment he almost does it, he almost tells you to stay away from that prick but the truth is, Dwight, he’s just not that type of guy.

“You already are.” He says finally, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek. “You don’t realise how much sunshine you’ve brought into my life, before you everything was grey and now my world, it’s so bright and full of colour.”

His forehead comes to rest upon yours, your lips so tantalisingly close.

“I don’t want to lose that.” He whispers. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“Is that what you dream about?” You ask him, your fingertips chasing over the stubble that lines his jaw. “Losing me to Wade?”

“Let’s not talk about that.” Dwight says, his voice tight and it feels like he’s slapped you across the face because Dwight, he doesn’t shut you out. He’s always open with you, that’s why this works.

You pull away from him then and he sees the hurt cross your features as you raise to your feet and begin to shove things into your overnight bag.

“I’m gonna stay at mine tonight.” You say, your voice glacial as you sling it over your shoulder. “I’ve got some shit I need to catch up on.”

“Alex…” He says as he gets up to follow you but you’re already hurtling out of the bedroom door, slamming the damn thing shut behind you.

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A quick round up of updates on the blog including new characters added to the ASK LIST and a list of fics that went out last week:

New characters were added to the ask list this week:

Rip Wheeler (Yellowstone)

Travis Wheatley (Yellowstone)

Ryan (Yellowstone)

Walker (Yellowstone)

New Fics:

Chicago Med:

Olive Branch - Dean tries to reach out after a disagreement.

Chicago PD:

You Were Beautiful  (Antonio Dawsno x Reader)

Haven:

"Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see" (Dwight Hendrickson x Reader)

Marvel:

Rough (NSFW) - Sometimes you need it a little rough from Frank.

The Musketeers:

Best Kept Secret - Aramis's best kept secret.

Your Love Is All I Know - Porthos has never known a love like yours.

I Couldn't Hate Her if I Tried - Aramis can't bring himself to hate you.

NCIS:

Red Rag - Sawyer finds away to piss off Nick.

SEAL Team:

Jujube - Sonny thinks of you when he's trapped in the torpedo tube.

Hammer: You realise you can't give Brock what he wants.

SOA:

Crime Wave - David informs you that you've accidently started a crime wave with your graffiti.

Distraction (NSFW) - David distracts you from your routine.

Art School - David brings flowers to your art show.

Feminism (feat: Jax Teller) - Jax reflects on the reason he cut you loose and your new relationship with Hale.

Girl With The Crooked Smile - You have reservations when you and David step into the light for the first time.

Show Me - Things get a little heated when David picks you up.

Orbit - David will do anything to keep you out of Jax Teller's orbit.

Top Gun Maverick:

TheGeneral!Series Part Three: Choices - Beau and you discuss your choices moving forward.

Will Trent:

Trying!Series Part Four: Two Months - Will comes home to a surprise after two months undercover.

Yellowstone:

Summer (NSFW) - Ryan enjoys a moment with you in the summer sun.

Thrill of the Chase (NSFW) - Rip has always loved the thrill of the chase.

Clover - Rip comforts you.

Bronco - Travis falls in love when he sees you riding Bronco.

The Closest Thing To I Love You (NSFW) - Travis and you send the night together.

I'm Not Jealous, I Just Want Him Dead - (Travis Wheatley x Reader)

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Can I have Dwight Hendrickson x Fem reader with a hand written note from the intimacy prompts?

Tagging@ @kmc1989 @Atrxdixs @princesschyanne @words-and-seeds @cookiedoughmeagain

Ah ha! I'm pretty proud of myself because I managed to get two of your prompts in this piece!

Companion piece to The First Time (NSFW) - Dwight is different from any other man you've been with.

The morning after your first time with Dwight, you find yourself alone in his bed, tangled up amongst the sheets. Your hand smooths over his pillow to find a piece of paper residing in the space where your lover should be.

Had an early morning call out, didn’t want to wake you. Be back as soon as I can with coffee.

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Dwight doesn’t expect you to be there when he gets back. His life it doesn’t work like that, he doesn’t get good things.

 When he steps over the threshold, a takeout cup of coffee in each hand, his breath catches in his throat. You’re fresh out of the shower wearing one of his shirts, rubbing the Dr Squach hand lotion Duke got him as a joke gift into your palms. In the background he can see you’ve tidied the bed, straightened his sheets, folded the blanket he usually keeps at the bottom.

It's the domesticity that gets him, the fact it feels like you belong here, that you’ve always belonged here.

It isn’t until this moment he realises how badly he wants this, a home with you, a life with you.

“Forget the coffee.” You say as you take it from his hands and set it down on the counter. “Come back to bed instead."

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Can I have Dwight Hendrickson x Fem reader with the prompt "Watching you watch the sun going down"?

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When you have a bad day you go to the beach. It’s been that way ever since you returned to Haven. Back then it was always a place of solace, a safe space where you could pause and take a breath. That’s where Dwight finds you when you disappear from the station.

You’re sitting on the sand, elbows resting on your knees as you stare out at the sunset. He wishes that he could take the pain away from you right now, bear the weight of your grief but his Trouble, it doesn’t work like that and neither does yours.

You don’t look at him when he sits down beside you, your gaze stays fixed forward, watching the waves as they crash against the shore.

“I’m sorry about your mom.” He says finally, his shoulder brushing lightly against yours. “I know your relationship was complicated…”

“She tried to exorcise me and I short circuited her brain.” You say grimly and he purse his lips together because yea, that’s basically what happened back then. “I killed her back then, it’s just taken this long for her body to catch up.”

You sigh as you tilt your head towards him.

“I don’t feel anything.” You tell him. “I don’t feel sad, I don’t feel angry, there’s just this numbness, this… absence.”

Dwight’s familiar with the feeling, it happened to him too when Lizzie died. Sometimes something is too terrible, too overwhelming for the nervous system to deal with so it shuts down for a while.

He wraps his arm around your shoulders, drawing you close and you cuddle into him, your head coming to rest upon his chest. This thing, it’s going to hit you and it’s going to hit you hard but Dwight, he’s here for you, he always will be.

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Can I have Dwight Hendrickson x Fem reader with the prompt "When you're looking at me, I've never felt so alive and free"?

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Your relationships before Dwight were transient. You fucked but you never made love and that suited the men you were with because they were only looking to get their dick wet. After all that was why you chose them.

When you meet Dwight, it’s like you find a kindred spirit. He’s a little broken, a little damaged but the difference is he embraces it, he doesn’t try to hide that part of himself away from the world, not like you do.

“What happened to my daughter, I can’t change that.” He tells you one night when the two of you are alone on the veranda of The Grey Gull. “But the power it has over me, I’m in control of that. I could choose to let it consume me or use it to do some good and that’s what I’m doing here, that’s the choice I made.”

You sigh as you look down at the beer bottle clasped in your hand, your thumb  scratching at the label.

“Whatever it is, whatever you’re keeping locked up inside you don’t have to.” He says softly as he studies the profile of your face.

His large hand encompasses yours, squeezing lightly and you stare down it. It’s the first time anyone has ever reached out to you, that they’ve looked at you and saw the vulnerability underneath the armour you wear, that they’ve understood it.

“Something happened to me a long time ago.” You tell him, your fingers entwining with his. “It messed me up a little and I find it hard to connect…”

You trail off because this is the most you’ve ever talked about the distance you put between yourself and other people. You can tell Dwight gets it, he spent a long time alone after Lizzie’s death, cutting himself off from the world. You understand he’s trying to free you from that, to prevent you from taking the same path that he did.

“When you’re ready, I’m here.” He tells you, his thumb chases over the back of your hand. “All you need to do is call.”

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