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 "It felt like it was Heaven, just you, me and nobody else"?

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Dwight lives for the quiet nights, the ones he can spend entirely wrapped up in you, taking his time. His lips ghost over your skin, warm firm hands cupping your breasts, guiding your nipple into his mouth. You arch against him, fucking yourself on his cock as his tongue flicks over it, your head tipping back into pillow.

You’ve always been a little sensitive, he can get you off just like this. His cock pressing deep as he plays with your chest.

His teeth graze that hard nub, his fingers tweaking the other and suddenly you’re tightening around his cock, his name on your lips, your fingers in his hair. He smiles against your skin, his palms slipping down to your hips, holding you steady as he begins to move, short, shallow thrusts that heighten the sensation of euphoria that sears through your nerve ends.

His mouth covers yours, your skin flushing as he takes you higher and higher until you hit the pinnacle of release once again. You take him with you this time, his release spilling into you as he holds you close, his body pressing firmly against yours.

He doesn’t stop kissing you in the aftermath, his palm clasps your jaw, keeping you connected as he looks into your eyes and says.

“I love you. I love you so damn much.”

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How We Met - Nolan reflects on your relationship.

Happy Birthday - Nolan doesn't celebrate his birthday.

Lifetime - There's no future for you and Nolan but that doesn't stop you loving each other.

Légende (NSFW) - Nolan remembers the last time you were together.

Blood - You support Nolan in the immeadiate aftermath of the subway shooting.

Together - You and Nolan can't be together and you can't be apart.

“You say I abandoned the ship but I was going down with it.”

Nolan’s voice echoes in your brain as you lie alone in bed and stare at the ceiling. It’s another fight another compromise that neither of you can make. He wants you to marry him and you can’t do that so you break up, you make up and then you break up again.

It’s a constant cycle, no matter what happens you just can’t seem to let go of one another. You’ve tried to move on. He’s tried to move on. It always ends the same, the two of you in bed together, his hands in your hair as he fucks you like he loves you, like you’re the only woman for him because the truth is you are.

You think about the transfer request tucked away in your desk drawer. The one you’ve been mulling over the past few days. You can’t bear to be the reason that Nolan’s unhappy and you know that the longer you’re in his proximity the worse it’s going to get because the two of you, you can’t keep away from each another.

So you make the decision that’s best for the both of you.

You decide to leave.

When Nolan drops by your desk at the end of the week he finds it vacant.

And his world, it falls apart.

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You Did All Of This...For Me? But Why? Why Would You Do That?

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Nolan doesn’t celebrate his birthday, he hasn’t for a couple of years now. People think it’s because he hates the idea of getting older but the truth is there’s never been anyone special in his life to share it with. His relationships have always been casual and his friends are the type you talk law review with, they’re more likely to stab you in the back so they can hijack your case than raise a glass to your success.

When he walks into his office that morning, he doesn’t expect the balloons tied to his chair, the birthday banner strung up across his book shelves or the brightly coloured confetti sprinkled across his desk. There’s gift bag perched in the centre of his desk alongside a cake with his name written neatly on it.

He finds himself smiling despite himself because he knows exactly who the culprit is.  He’d let slip by accident that he had a birthday coming up and you’d been appalled that he was going to spend the day like any other. You’d coerced him into dinner that evening, somewhere expensive on you. He’d tried to protest but you weren’t having any of it.

He spends the rest of the day with a lightness in his chest because all of this, it’s evidence that someone cares about him, that someone wants to put their time and their effort into him.

“Why? Why would you do all that?” He asks you over the best pasta in New York that night. “I don’t understand why you would go to all that trouble.”

“Yea you do.” You say, your eyes locked on his as you take a sip from your wine glass. He shakes his head and you sigh as you set the glass back down again. Your hand comes to rest on his, thumb chasing over the hollow of his wrist as you lean in close and say.

“I’m in love with you Nolan, I thought you would have worked that out by now.”

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