#aprildwight

You Cut Me Open

Pairing: Dwight Fairfield x Male Killer S/O

Word Count: 431

Theme: No Fucking Clue, Boys. Sorta fluff??

Warnings: NSFW, mostly involved with Dwight choking on a dick because he deserves it. I had initially written this with an oc but I don’t wanna post that one bc wow, cringe.

NSFW below the cut 😳

HAVE A WHOLE DRABBLE BC I (CLAPS) YEARN (CLAPS) AND EVERYONE ROUND THESE HERE PARTS KNOWS THAT I’M A FREAK FOR DWIGHT

sorry it’s bullet pointed, i literally wrote a whole fic and then tumblr fucking deleted it and i deadass don’t have the energy to re-do it, this thing was so lonG

[NSFW] Dwight Fairfield Going Down On a Fem!Reader

The first time Dwight tries to go down on you, it’s very inexperienced. He’s never done it before. He has no idea what he’s doing. 

But he’s enthusiastic.

He is so fucking willing to try it out.

And he doesn’t wait for you to ask, either. He’s always so shy, but eating you out? He really wanted to give it a go. Call it curiosity. 

The two of you are lying in the grass, Dwight hovering over you. He’s panting, his chest heaving, his cheeks flushed. You thought he was about to take you.

He starts peppering kisses across your neck. And then your collarbone. You giggle softly as he trails gentle kisses across your skin, thinking he’s just being…. Sweet.

He moves down, butterfly kisses pressed across your chest and ribs and hips. You feel a huff of air on your heat. 

“D-Dwight?” You question, confused and embarrassed. 

He looks at you. There’s a somewhat pleading look in his eyes. He manages to maintain eye contact as he lowers his head and slowly leaves a tingling trail of kisses across the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. 

His eyes flicker down. And then back to your face. And then he wastes no time. You’re not used to him just… Taking charge. Curiosity must have got the better of him. 

It starts with just a soft, little kiss against your heat. That’s it. You have no time to dwell on it. 

He immediately wants to use his tongue to the best of its ability. You don’t get a chance to even consider what is happening before his mouth attaches to you.

He’s very gentle, at first. Shyly exploring what he can, nervously hooking his arm under your thigh to pull your leg over his shoulder. 

If you start making noises, especially mewls and squeaks, he gets rougher. Tongue going deeper, harder.

He pauses for a moment, glancing up at you. “Am I doing okay?” He asks. There’s a weirdly prideful tone in his voice, as if he knows he’s doing wonderful. And yet you know that’s not the case. He’s asking reassurance. 

You nod, breathless, arching your back in an attempt to find his tongue again. You beg him. “Please,” you tell him. 

And he doesn’t waste a heartbeat. You feel a grin on his lips as he buries his head between your thighs, rougher than he was before, smirking against your sensitive skin. His arm hooks around your leg and his thumb joins his tongue, rubbing and circling and god, it’s so good. 

Who knew he’d be a natural? 

If you tangle your fingers in his hair, he’ll go fucking wild. If you use it as leverage to push his face further into you, he’ll fucking love it. There’s something so controlling about it that he adores. There’s something about the fact that you’re so desperate for him that absolutely gets him going.

And he’ll fucking lap up the wetness with an eager tongue. There’s something so intoxicating about how you taste, and he can’t quite describe it. 

Even when you’re tipped over the edge, he can’t quite find it in himself to stop. 

YES it's dwight day my friends

domestic HCs | dwight fairfield

him shy. him baby.

he's usually too nervous to initiate physical affection, but he melts for it please give him hugs

ngl, he'll probably cry a couple times when you're asleep and just holdin onto him

i cannot stress this enough. he's clingy and is worried that he's being annoying

reassure him that he's definitely not annoying. every time you do this he just sticks to your side for at least 20 hours.

try wearing his shirts. try it :) you'll get a blushy babie in return. you'll notice his shirts start conveniently

he's a big fan of hand holding. it's one of the only forms of affection he's confident enough to initiate and he loves doing it. no matter where you are. if you're in a trial and not a) on a gen or b) in a chase, he's holding your hand end of fuckign story

he's the type of person that'd carve yours and his initials in a heart into a tree. granted, the tree is far away so nobody sees (including you) and nobody makes fun of him

he will reject your compliments most of the time because he thinks ur better than him :(

no matter how terrified he is, he'll always take the killer off of you. and no matter how many times u say he doesn't need to

sometimes if he's just really tired from a match he'll just. flop down on you,,,

@highdwightofmylife UwU

“You’ve never… Had a kiss before?” Nea was laughing. An amused, rude little chuckle completely at Dwight’s expense. The boy flushed, his cheeks a charming shade of pink as he averted his eyes to the dirt beneath his shoes and sunk in on himself. 

It wasn’t really that embarrassing. So what if he hadn’t kissed anyone before? It didn’t matter. Stood beside Nea, you gave her a little warning kick in the shin – not hard enough to really hurt, but enough for her to reel herself back a bit. “C’mon, it’s fine if he hasn’t!”

The girl shrugged, a smirk still visible on her lips. “Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” she drawled, “but come on!” She leaned forward on her knees, attempting to see over the hands that were now covering Dwight’s beet red face. “Don’t you wanna?” She pressed, and the man let out an indecipherable mumble. Again, you jumped to his defence. “Nea, just let the guy breathe. He’s fine. He clearly doesn’t want to-”

“I-I do!”

You weren’t expecting that.

Nea was cackling now. Dwight folded in on himself in absolute terror at what he’d just exclaimed. Well… If he wanted to kiss someone, then… You guess that was fine. Actually- “Dwight, if you’re giving into peer pressure then–”

“N-No!” He dared look at you through a gap in his fingers. He could only maintain eye contact for a second before his nerves forced him to look away. “I-I… I-I want to…”

Bless him. You’d never seen him so embarrassed before. Fine. If he wanted to, then… You weren’t going to stop him. You’d defended him all you could. A foul taste settled in your mouth at the thought of someone else having his first kiss, but… This was out of your hands. 

Nea playfully punched his shoulders. “I’m sure someone will help you out! Uh… I ain’t gonna, so don’t ask– But there’s… Meg? Where’s Meg? Where’s-”

Another voice broke into the small group. Claudette, whom had been crouched off to the side, washing an old shirt in the lake. It was the main reason the four of them had even left the campfire. It wasn’t safe to go alone. Claudette didn’t even look at them, but she regarded them with a tired, matter-of-fact tone. “He doesn’t want to kiss Meg.”

How would she know? Not that it really mattered. Nea bristled, annoyed to have her idea shot down so quickly. “Alright, fine! Uh… Hey, I bet Kate’ll take pity on ya!”

“No,” Claudette responded again. This time, she looked up, her sodden over-shirt dripping as she wrung it out into the water. Her eyes flickered to you for a moment, “the only one he wants to-”

“N-No, no!” Dwight cut in, frantically waving his hands. “H-Hey, now, that’s uh–! I don’t–!”

Claudette wasn’t having any of it. She turned back to her shirt and passively nodded in your vague direction. “Dwight has a crush on [Y/N].” 

You froze. 

Dwight started gasping. Splutters of panic as he desperately tried to shut her up, despite the fact she’d already said it. “H-Hey! N-No, I–! I-I just–!” His face had gone an absolutely furious shade of red. You blinked at him. He looked at you. He went redder. He flung around to stomp his foot at Claudette, but he looked no more threatening than an angry toddler. “T-That was– I-I said that in confidence!”

There was an amused smile on Claudette’s face. She simply shrugged, hummed, and kept scrubbing at the shirt. 

Nea was absolutely besides herself. She was heaving, banging on her chest in an attempt to force the air into her lungs. “My god- That’s– That’s perfect! Hey, Hey, [Y/N], you gotta kiss him! Take pity on the poor guy!”

You blinked; confused and in disbelief. He…?? He had…? A crush?? On… On you? You trusted Claudette’s word enough to know she wouldn’t say something like that lightly. Had Dwight really said that to her? 

Nea elbowed him in the gut. “Go on, Dwight! Don’t you want your kiss?”

The man fumbled, spluttering in pure terror. “N-No!” His gaze snapped to her. “Look, s-she doesn’t wanna- W-Who’d wanna kiss me!?”

You found the piercing blue eyes of Nea on you. “You’d kiss Dwight, right?”

Dwight flung himself around to stare at you with wild eyes. You weren’t entirely sure what answer he wanted to hear. You swallowed nervously. You couldn’t… Lie. “I-I mean… I-If he wants to, then… Yeah.”

He didn’t say anything. His gaze flickered nervously between you and… Everywhere else. Nea was laughing. Claudette was smiling. You felt your face going redder by the second. 

A few painfully long moments passed. Dwight looked like a deer in the headlights. He looked terrified. Fear bubbled in the pit of your stomach, but you knew that Nea and Claudette weren’t going to help you out here.

This was fine. 

You took a step forwards. Dwight inhaled a sharp breath of air through his nose. He wasn’t backing away from you. This was fine, you told yourself. Another step. You were right in front of him now. He was forced to look at you, dark eyes flickering between your eyes and lips in a panic. You steeled yourself.

And then hurriedly lurched forward, pushing your lips to his.

You didn’t dare stick around to truly think about the squeak that escaped him. Or how soft his lips were. Or how you felt the flutter of his pulse beneath your fingertips as your pressed your hands to his chest for leverage. Or the warmth that flooded your cheeks, or the way your heart pounded into your ribs.

Jason helping Dwight find his glasses after he’s dropped them in the woods.

Dwight is useless at cooking and you know what? That’s fine. Jason doesn’t need to eat anyway. But. Jason does like to bring hoards of snacks from unlucky campers in Crystal Lake to feed his friend. 

If Jason happened to become a killer in the Entity’s Realm, I can imagine Dwight just vibing with him out of trials. Just sitting next to him and talking and venting about all the shit and Jason is just nodding his head like, yes, i understand don’t worry buddy.

Legion taking the piss and throwing Dwight’s cap up into a tree. Jason finds Dwight sat on the floor pouting. Jason picks up Dwight. Jason holds him up. Dwight gets his hat.