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Looks Good On Ya'

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“You know that outfit looked really good on you[name].” “Oh…T-thank you, haha.” - Chris LaSalle x reader

You had just returned from an undercover operation, where you’d had to wear an outfit that you’d much rather forget about than have to wear again. It really hadn’t been something that you would normally wear but given you’d had to go undercover to a nightclub to find your suspect and drag him out you guess you had no choice but to wear the white batwing bodycon dress. Now back at the office and in your own clothes ready to write up your report your shocked at the words that leave your work partners lips

“Ya know that outfit looked really good on ya Y/N” he says, biting his lip subtly and you blush flustered. You’d had a crush on your partner for the last two years so hearing him say that was definitely not making this easier. So you decided to brush it off

“Oh… Th-thank you haha” you say, turning back to your computer. When you look up again you're shocked to see Chris standing right in front of your desk.

“Ah’d like ta take ya out on a date sometime Y/N, please?” he asks and you gasp

“I-uh, yes” you reply.

“How about tomorrow night then, Ah’ll pick ya up at 7.30” he says Alabama accent dripping as he makes his way back over to his desk and you nod

“S-sure, sounds good” you stutter.

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Oh Chris, you deserved so much better than the show gave you ;-;

The Cutest Damn Thing: Chris LaSalle x Reader

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Chris LaSalle is in love. He knows this because there isn’t a single moment in his day that he doesn’t think about you, about the things that the two of you get up to in the dark when it’s just you and him.

“I’m crazy about you, Sugar Boots.” He whispers against your skin when he has you underneath him that night. His face is buried in the curve of your throat as his fingertips begin to wander underneath the off the shoulder Mardi Gras t-shirt you’re wearing.

“You’re just saying that so I let your hands wander a little lower.” You tease as his fingertips trace along the elastic of your pyjama shorts. They’re the pretty ones with rainbows on that he bought you last week and if you ain’t the cutest damn thing right now then he doesn’t know what is.

“I mean it.” He murmurs, kissing a heated trail across your bare shoulder. “You and me, we’re gonna ride this thing all the way through to the very end.”

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gibbs x reader where reader and gibbs are having an extreme makeout session in gibbs' basement and fornell walks in on them

I’m so sorry it took so long. It may be a little too late but here you go!

Gibbs had been away on a case for a few days, he had just got home. You took that as a sign to surprise him. When you got to his house you knew exactly where to find him. Making your way to the basement, you stopped and admired his work for a minute. He looked up at the sound of the squeaking stairs. He smiled at you.

He placed his tools down and took you into his arms, “I missed you” he said before buying his face in your neck.

It wasn’t too long before his rough lips were gracefully taking over yours. He picks you up and places you on his work bench. Just as he was about to unbutton your shirt you hear a noise. The sound of someone clearing there throat fills the basement. You and Gibbs look up to see Fornell standing at the top.

“Can I help you?” Gibbs says with that certain sass he has.

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Autumn Rain (Dwayne Pride x Reader)

•• Hello all! This one's pretty short, but it's short and sweet 😉 I hope you all enjoy. ••

The forecast had only called for a 15% chance of rain when you read it on your phone that morning. So, you figured, oh I won't need my umbrella today. You leaned against the doorframe as you huffed, looking out into the street. It was down pouring. The rain was so loud crashing into the pavement that you didn't hear Dwayne come up behind you.

“(Y/n)?” He smiled. “Everything alright? I told you I'd meet you at the bar.”

“No, I'm fine.” You smiled, reassuring him. “It's just raining like hell, and I left my umbrella at home.” Dwayne nodded. He took a few steps past you, opening up his umbrella and turning back to you, offering you his other hand.

“Then I guess I'll have to carry it for the both of us. Come on.” He smiled ear to ear, and you couldn't help but smile too. Dwayne could always turn something gloomy, like a sudden rainstorm, into something cheerful with that smile of his. The way the corners of his eyes crinkled and the slight rosy tint of his cheeks was enough to make anybody swoon. In part, that's how you first fell for him after transferring to New Orleans from the northeast office. You grabbed his hand and held on tight as you both bolted down the street to where your cars were parked. Like a true gentleman, Dwayne helped you get into your car first before leaning into the car over you. He just kept staring and you chuckled.

“Is there something in my teeth?” He laughed.

“No, Darlin’. You just look so beautiful with the rain on your skin.”

“I wouldn't have rain on my skin if somebody knew how to hold their umbrella.” You chided. You noticed a few drops of rain on his forehead and reached up and brushed them with your thumb. “But, you don't look too bad yourself.” You planted a kiss on his nose and he leaned back.

“So, I'll meet you at the bar then?” You winked.

“I hope so. It won't be fun to drink all by myself.”

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Secretive

Prompt: Chris LaSalle, and he thinks his s/o is acting funny, thinks cheating, but really she bought them a house & wants to surprise him by fixing it up,which is y she’s been acting funny. Happy fluffy, minor angst? A Gibbs-slap from the s/o to LaSalle is bonus pts.

Requester: scottmccallmeishmael

Words: 1,697

Warnings: None

Chris couldn’t help the smile tugging on the corner of his lips. It was nice to finally be home, after a crazy day like this. Granted, most days were crazy. That came with the territory of New Orleans. But today had been especially brutal, and Chris couldn’t wait to sit down in a chair that wasn’t behind a desk or the seat of a car.

He closed the door behind him, hanging up his coat before Chris silently searched the place for the person he most wanted to see. If his couch and a cold beer had been tempting him so strongly today, then you could be compared to a siren. Chris longed to just see you.

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28. "I care about you." w/ LaSalle

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Show: NCIS New Orleans

Summary:  Sometimes you have to risk it all to find out the truth.

Pairing:  Christopher LaSalle x Reader

Warnings: Touch of angst with fluff

Word Count:  596

Reading Time: 2+ minutes-ish

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Prompt: #28: “I care about you.”

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You were sitting in the hospital. How you ended up here, well in your eyes it came with the job. Being an NCIS Special Agent, meant that any point in time in your career you were going to take a bullet or get stabbed; hell even blown up. Anything was possible with NCIS. But that was something you liked about the job, it was never the same thing twice – unless it was a serial killer or something like that. You enjoyed the challenges that were set before you.

But the fact that you took a bullet didn’t sit well with one particular member of the team you were part of. Truth be told, he was rather upset with you about it. You didn’t understand why, and it seemed that you were going to have to put your interrogation skills to work to get the information of out the infamous Christopher LaSalle.

“How ya feelin’ Sugar Belle?” Chris asked, as he walked into the room; a cup of coffee in both hands.

You turned and gave him a smile as you worked on the last couple buttons on your shirt. Trying to do them up with one hand was a little difficult as your dominate hand was resting in the sling. The bullet you caught was in the shoulder. Sighing you shrugged with your good shoulder, “Wishing I had more than just a button up shirt in my go bag.” You laughed.

Christ walked over and placed the coffees down on the table and turned to you. It was apparent that you had caught his eyes, as he could see your black laced bra where the buttons were undone. He walked over and gave you a smile, “Ah think it looks good.”

“Uh-huh,” You replied, “Mind doing up the last couple buttons please?” You asked, looking up at him.

Chris nodded and closed the space between the two of you and started slowly doing up the buttons for you, “Ah wish you hadn’t ended up in here.” He muttered.

There it was, the start of the conversation you had been working towards. You wanted answers to why he was acting differently. “Chris,” You started as you cupped his cheek, “It happens, it’s part of the job.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t haveta take that bullet.” He sighed as he finished the last button on your shirt. He looked up into your eyes as he spoke softly, “It was meant for mah.”

Confession. There it was, out in the open. “Awe, Christ. Do you honestly think I was gonna let you take a bullet?” You asked and he ducked his head, “Chris – I care about you, I didn’t want to see you get hurt.”

He pulled you close to him as he wrapped his arms around you – careful of your shoulder. “Ah care ‘bout you too, Y/N.” He said lightly and kissed the crown of your head, “Ah actually more than care 'bout you. Ah love you.”

You pulled away shocked at his statement. This is more than you expected when you went on the hunt about why he was acting the way he had been. You almost couldn’t believe your ears. Looking up at him you blinked your eyes a couple time, “You love me?” You whispered.

He nodded his head, “Ah love you – ah-ah have for awhile now.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

Rubbing the back of his neck he searched for the words. “Ah guess ah wasn’t sure how ya felt.”

You laughed and light smacked him on the chest, “I love you too, 'Bama.”

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Can I pretty please request a Dwayne Pride x Fem!Reader fic where they’re having a lazy day and stay in bed with prompt #29.....the ones you found on Wattpad

TY 🖤❤️🖤❤️

29. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten time, but just like another ten, please.”

Lazy day

When you learned why was Dwayne nicknamed ‘King’, you knew you weren’t dating a regular man.

But nothing prepared you for what it would be like. Him being a driven federal agent who loved his city more than reason. Dwayne’s ultimate wish was for New Orleans to be a safe place for its inhabitants and tourists, no matter that he knew it was impossible. He overworked himself and took uncontrollable risks everyday. Pretty much like when he got shot twice and almost died.

You were seriously getting worried about him. He wasn’t taking time for himself, always 100% into work even when he was at home. You even talked to his team and realized that they were worried too, but Dwayne was a stubborn man.

So you came up with a plan to force him to take a day off. You knew it was a risk. He wasn’t the kind of man to get mad at you - especially when your intention was to take care of him - but he could get frustrated with your plan. It could make things worse, but you had to do it for his own sake, for his health - physical and mental.

You planned everything with Tammy one night as the team was having a drink at the Tru Tone. And two days later, it was on.

You woke up before he did, and turned off his alarm. He was deep in his sleep, he didn’t even hear you getting out of bed. Tammy was waiting outside. You opened the door, gave her the keys and she locked the both of you inside. “Let him sleep as much as possible!” She winked and left.

You joined him in bed, and spooned him. For a moment you were afraid he would wake up but all he did was sighing before softly snoring again. With a smile on your face, you fell back asleep.

A little more than an hour later, you felt him rushing out of bed. You opened your eyes and watched him getting dress in a hurry. “I’m late, darling. And so are you, actually.”

He stared, puzzled that you were rushing like he was. “Drop the jeans and come back to bed.” You told him. “You can’t go anywhere anyway.” He looked completely confused now. “We’re locked in. Lazy day for the both of us.”

“Sweetheart, I can’t—“

You stood up on the bed, reaching for his shoulders. “I know I’m taking a risk here. But you need to rest, D. And since I know you won’t do it on your own, I’m forcing your hand.”

“Did you—hide the keys or something?”

“Would’ve been too easy. Someone locked us in. Only way out? Jumping from the balcony.” You watched him taking a look into the living area, where you could reach the balcony. “Tell me you’re not thinking about jumping your way out.”

“It’s not that high.”

“Dwayne Cassius Pride! Seriously!”

He sighed with a small smile. He grabbed you by your hips and pressed your body against his. “What are we supposed to do today then?”

Smiling, you kissed his jawline, cheeks and nose. “Absolutely nothing.” You pressed your lips against his. “Laying in bed, sleeping, eating properly, having sex.”

With his forehead against yours, he exhaled intensely, “that does sound really nice.” He held you tighter.

“So, you’re not upset?” You kissed his neck.

“I am—infuriated. But I’ll take it out on my team later. ‘Cause I guess they are in on it.”

It was mostly Tammy but you weren’t throwing her under the bus. So you just hummed in response, kissing him more intensely until he fell back into bed with you, his strong body covering yours.

He made love to you. It was slow and sweet and very Dwayne Pride. With your schedules, and how worked up he’s been for a year, you weren’t the kind of couple to have sex everyday. But you didn’t mind because when you finally had the opportunity to be intimate, Dwayne was fully there with you. You never admitted it directly to him but he was the best sex you’ve ever had.

As you were laying in bed, you told him the ground rules for the day. You told him that everytime he talked about work, and even think about it - admitting that you can see it on his face when he does - he’d lose ten minutes of his time with you.

“What?” He chuckled, holding you close to his chest.

“You heard me. If there’s a hint of shoptalk today, I’m depriving you of me for ten long minutes.”

He kissed your temple, agreeing to the rule.

You cooked him breakfast - that you ate in bed - and around noon, Dwayne was fast asleep. Laying shirtless on bed, the sheets only covering his legs, you were softly caressing all over his torso when your fingers focused around the bullet wound right above his heart. “If I’m not allowed to talk or think about work, you’re not allowed to think about this.” He said.

You leaned down to kiss his shoulder, close to the wound. “Just one thing.” He opened his eyes to look at you. “That was when I knew—that you were the love of my life, Dwayne.” You confessed, “I was losing you and I couldn’t help but to think that I’ve never told you just how much I love you.”

Dwayne smiled, squeezing your hand in his. “I knew it, darling. You never had to say it. You and Laurel were the reasons why I fought hard.”

You curled up against him, resting your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and you both took a little nap.

He failed to leave work out of the door. He checked his phone late in the afternoon, thinking that you were in the bathroom.

“Checking your phone is the ultimate offense, Pride. The ten minutes turned into thirty.”

“Aw come on sweetheart!” He whined, “Don’t do this to me.”

He tried to reach for you but you took a step back. You grabbed his phone to set the alarm thirty minutes later. “I’ll see you in half an hour. Nap on the couch.”

He tried to reach for you again but you rushed into the bedroom and locked yourself in the bedroom. You waited for the alarm to go off, and it was thirty very long minutes, knowing that he was just right there.

When you unlocked the door, Dwayne was standing there. Almost like he stood behind the door, waiting for the minutes to be over. He grabbed you in a second and threw the both of you onto the bed. His mouth was all over you. “Don’t ever deprived me of you again.” He groaned.

“You knew the rules.” You chuckled.

He held you and kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in months. Laughing, you tried to get out of his hold but he wasn’t letting you go. “I need to go the bathroom.”

“You had thirty minutes to go.”

“I didn’t want to and now I do.”

With a grown, he let you go. But as soon as you came back, he was all over you again, “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

You pushed him to make him roll over. You straddled him, and you were the one kissing him. Neither of you had much clothes on, but what you had quickly ended on the floor.

“You wanna know when I knew I won’t be able to love anyone else no matter what happens between us?” He asked, between two kisses.

“When?”

“Today.”

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That Was Very Hot

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Anonymous asked:

Dwayne Pride and reader’s wedding day, and (the ex-boyfriend) mayor Hamilton clashes the wedding reception

Everything was going perfectly, you were stood between your close family and friends in an intimate ceremony in the bar when the doors slam open.

“I hope I’m not missing out on anything important here Dwayne” you hear the arrogant voice of Mayor Hamilton chorus as he makes his way over to you and your fiance.

“Ya weren’t invited Douglas, what the hell do ya think ya doin’ here?” your fiance asks, his jaw clenched in irritation at having been interrupted on such a special day. He shoots you an apologetic look and you give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m hurt Dwayne. But we had a promise. You had 72 hours to help solve the case and yet I find you here instead with these people” he casts a scowl over all of you and when his gaze lands on you he smirks

“You could’ve done better Dwayne, so much better” and that’s when you lose your cool. You punch him, not caring about the repercussions. His head snaps back as blood starts to trickle from his nose and you seeth as you say voice pitched slightly lower as you say

“You heard Dwayne, you weren’t invited Douglas. Our wedding has been planned for months and we weren’t going to put it off for you or anyone else. So you can either be civil and enjoy the vows and then fuck off out of my sight before the ceremony or just fuck off all together and we will resume the fucking case in the morning”. Your glaring at Douglas, waiting for him to bite back, but he shakes his head

“You better keep your word Dwayne, Y/N. Tomorrow morning 10am I want an update on what you know” he says as he turns and walks out the door. Your trying to calm yourself back down again when you feel the arms you so desperately adore being wrapped around your waist as he whispers

“That was very hot Y/N. Now can we get back to the vows?” you look at your fiance and nod

“Of course we can Dwayne” you say giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

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Angel

It had only been 3 months since Dwayne Pride and his wife had lost there unborn child. They both threw themselves into their cases. When Pride wasn’t working he was playing the piano. They rarely ever talked anymore. Everyone was worried about them.

One night while Pride played the piano, Cassandra sat on the bed. She started to cry. Pride heard his wife’s loud cries. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It killed him to know he couldn’t help her. He blamed himself for losing the baby while Cassandra blamed herself.

Pride realized that it had been long enough. He stood up from the piano and headed towards there room. He saw his wife laying in bed hugging a pillow crying.

“Cass? Darlin’? Talk to me what can I do to help you.”

“There’s nothing you can do, our babies gone” she said crying harder. Pride laid down next to her and wrapped her in a hug and let her cry into him.

They still had a long road ahead of them but at least they made progress.

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Ha! Willow would so do this!

Christmas Countdown Day Twelve

“What if I’m on the naughty list? Do I get anything?”

Words: 432

Warnings: None

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“What do you think about this dress, Chris? Can you see Tammy wearing it?”

“Sure.”

“So, if you saw her on the street wearing this dress, and you didn’t know her, you’d think it was a good look?”

“Yeah.”

You look over your shoulder to Chris, finding him looking down to his phone and not really giving your questions too much attention. It makes you huff, which does eventually draw his eyes up. “You’re supposed to be helping me, you know.” You state, eyes narrowing.

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Mr. Perfect in every way part 4 (Quentin Carter x Reader)

•• Took a while to figure out how to write this part out lmao. The conclusion! I hope you all enjoy! ❤️••

You and Quentin were frozen in place. You couldn't believe everyone had just heard your entire breakdown. Patton came back into the room and chuckled.

“If y'all are done, can I come back in here?”

“We're not done here,” Quentin stated before turning back toward the computer monitor. “No movement on the western side, but you have five heat signatures at the other end of the building. They're all huddled around one table it looks like.” You sighed.

“They look like they're doing drugs, so be prepared to fight someone on a large high.”

“Alright, we’re going in.”

For the next half hour, everything else went off without a hitch. Pride, Hannah, Gregorio, and Sebastian arrested all five of the men and women and were on their way back to the office after calling in some NOLA PD back up. Quentin was helping Patton run their faces through facial recognition and you took the opportunity to head out into the courtyard and take a seat behind the stairs that lead up to where Pride used to live. You pulled your knees up to your chest and groaned, wrapping your arms around your legs and laying your head down.

“I can't believe the whole team heard that spat!” You'd never been more embarrassed in your life. Obviously, the whole team knew about your crush on Quentin, but outright yelling you love him out loud was still a big step. “I'm never going to live this down. I should just forget it.”

“Forget it? We haven't even done something worth forgetting yet.”

“Go away, Quentin.” You said, not even looking up. “Haven't you had enough of me already?”

“I'd get on the ground with you but I kinda just had knee surgery so, if you wouldn't mind, can you bring the conversation up to my level?” You stood up and crossed your arms.

“What's left to say? I've said what I said.” He smirked. God, you wanted to push him against the staircase, and- you dug your nails into your arm to pull you out of your little daydream. This wasn't the time to be thinking about that. Quentin nodded.

“Yeah, you've said what you wanted to, but what about me?” You blinked.

“What about you?” You motioned to his knee. “You said I had your back during your surgery. Anyone else could've stayed and helped.”

“But you did.”

“Only because I felt guilty!” You noticed Tammy and Sebastian out of the corner of your eye but chose to ignore them for the moment. “You got shot because I wasn't fast enough.” You gasped as Quentin pinned you up against the staircase. His face was inches from yours. You were forced to look him in the eyes.

“I already told you, it wasn't your fault. And your right, anyone else could have helped, but do you think I would've let anyone else help me?”

“Your stubborn ass?” You quipped. “No way.” He chuckled.

“Are you getting the picture now?” You adjusted yourself so a rod wasn't digging into your back. “Or do I need to spell it out for you?” You bit your lip. You were pretty sure you were understanding but it was just...so...hard to believe. Was he really saying he felt the same way about you?

“You really feel that way about me? This ain't some cruel ass joke you're pulling?” He scoffed, and with no warning, he kissed you. You fluttered your eyes closed as the kiss dragged on. Reaching your hands out blindly for his body and having him guide them to his own. He pulled back and he let go of one of your hands to wipe at his mouth. You couldn't help but smile.

“Was that a joke?”

“God, I hope not.” You leaned your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around you. “Do you remember what you said in the hospital?”

“Barely.” He laughed. “But I do. I meant it, (y/n). I was more worried about you at that moment than I was myself.”

“Why didn't you come to talk to me sooner?”

“I could say the same thing to you.”

“Well?”

“I'm still pretty new here. I can't just come up to you and say ‘Hey! You're hot! Wanna go out some time?’. It didn't feel like it was the right time.” You ran your hands down his suit and smirked.

“Well, how about we start with a date?”

“Dinner?”

“Tonight?”

“Pizza? You still kinda owe me one.”

“I know where there's a nice bottle of wine sitting around.” Quentin looked past you and sighed.

“We...should probably get back to work.” You laughed. You didn't need to guess who was watching the both of you from the doorway to the kitchen. Tammy and Sebastian must have been joined by Pride and Patton not long after you noticed them. You leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“Until tonight.”

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Please if requests are still open can you please do 3, 5 and 10 with LaSalle x reader? Love your prompts 😍😍

Heartbreak

Masterlist

Show: NCIS NOLA

Summary:  Leaving New Orleans is heartbreak.

Pairing:  Christopher LaSalle x reader

Warnings: Pure angst!

Word Count:  266

Reading Time: 1 minutes-ish

Request: Prompt list requests are closed - new prompt list coming soon.

Prompt:  #3: “Please don’t walk out of that door.” #5: “Don’t you love me?”

A/N: ♥ I am so sorry for this angst fest! And thank-you for editing your prompts ♥ Feedback is always  welcomed and requests are open (no prompts), and you can be added to the tag list XoX

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“Please tell me that my transfer went through, Ducky.” You said into your cellphone, as you continued packing your bags.

“It’s been approved, my dear.” Doctor Ducky Mallard replied, “But I have to ask, is everything alright?”

You sighed. Sure, you were a medical examiner, and you had been working in New Orleans for the last three years. But your home was in Washington, the same place you started your career with NCIS. “Actually, no.” You sighed, “But I rather not talk about it right now.”

“I understand.” You could tell by the tone of Ducky that he was giving a slight smile as he spoke. “I’ll have the guest room fixed up for you when you get here.”

“You’re a sweetheart,” You replied as you zipped up the last bag, “And thank-you again.”

“Any time, my love.” He replied and you hung up.

Slipping the phone into your jacket you grabbed your backpack and luggage bag. As you were heading towards the door, Christopher LaSalle called out to you from the living room. “Please don’t walk out that door.” He stood up and walked towards you, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah-ah’m sorry ‘bout everything.”

“I know, Chris.” You said turning around to look at your former lover. “But I also know that this just isn’t working for us.”

LaSalle nodded, “Ah need t'know one thing before you do walk out that door.”  He paused, “Don’t ya love me?”

Blinking away the tears, you grabbed your luggage. “That’s the problem, I still do.” You replied, as you turned the door handle and walked out.

[toby-35]

NCIS REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

[agentncis]

Shower Sessions

Dwayne Pride x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Shower sex (the best kind), Language.

Word Count: 766

“You’re too good to me.”

“Oh, fuck! Yes, you feel perfect.” You cried out as Dwayne pounded into you over and over.

A guttural growl rumbled out of his throat as he kept you pinned against the wall of your tiny shower, forcing you back against it each time he slammed his dick back into you. The steaming hot water had soaked the both of you (amongst other things), and it dripped off of your bodies and seeped through the drain on the floor. Dwayne’s kisses were sloppy and matched the rhythm of his thrusts as he worked you closer to your release.

It had started as an innocent shower together. It was a beneficial way “to save water” as Dwayne claimed, but you should have known better. Dwayne had been in a rather aggressive mood all day, so you felt stupid for not expecting this to happen. He had taken gentle care to wash you, ridding your beautiful body of the filthiness of the New Orleans atmosphere. He listened to you talk about your day in between chaste kisses, you being just as eager to hear about his day at work.

He cleaned you to where you were squeaky clean, and eventually his hands began to wander and feel you up in a more seductive way. That was when he hoisted you between himself and the adjacent wall, fucking you hard and fast.

“You’re the only woman that could ever make a special agent fuck like this.” He snickered lowly.

You had one hand pressed against the wall behind you and the other on his shoulder to steady yourself to keep from slipping away from the slickness of the wall.

“You’re the only man that could ever make me fucking feel like this.” You breathed out with a short laugh, your tone fading into another round of moans.

A cocky grin appeared on Dwayne’s face as he continued his hard thrusts in and out of you.

“Feel like what, darlin’?” He prompted.

Your mind was beginning to cloud over, Dwayne’s question not even registering with you. You whined at a particularly rutted fuck back into you, but your eyes snapped open when Dwayne suddenly pulled out and didn’t go back in. Your arousal leaked from his stimulated cock as he looked at you with burning expectation.

“No, no, no. Please, Dwayne.” You complained.

He held his dick in his hand, rubbing his tip over your swollen clit in a way that made you shudder. You rotated your hips downward to try to meet him, but he protested.

“Talk to me, and maybe I’ll let ya finish.” He sneered, just barely pushing his tip back in.

You huffed, annoyed at his arrogance and bluster, but it was a turn on altogether.

“So good. You feel so good when you fill me up and- ah!” You shrieked when he suddenly slammed into you once more, continuing the same immaculate motions; “You’re so fucking good.”

“Good girl.” He praised, feeling your legs tighten around him and your toes curl behind his back.

Your eyes rolled back into your head when you came, a satisfied groan escaping your mouth as your head fell onto his shoulder. He milked your walls white, spurting every last drop that he had. Your shaky legs unraveled around his waist, your feet hovering just over the wet shower floor. He leaned forward to push your weak body against the wall to keep you from collapsing on him.

You both breathed heavily for a bit, trying to return to your states of normalcy. Dwayne turned off the water once you were okay to stand on your trembling lower limbs, the bathroom suddenly becoming quiet from the lack of noise. He wrapped you in a towel, pushing your wet hair out of your face so he could see your lust glazed eyes. He knew you liked it, but he always felt a little bad after he had been so rough with you.

You were so wonderfully perfect to him, that it was sometimes hard for him to allow himself to be so rutted with you. It was rare that he was ever this rough with you, but his sex drive had won out today. Although, you didn’t seem to mind. He kissed your forehead and ran his hands along your arms to keep you warm as you both dried off.

“You’re too good to me.” You murmured, beginning to feel sleepy in your foggy state.

He smiled at you, wrapping a towel around his waist before guiding you to bed for a night of well-deserved sleep.

“Anything for my favorite girl.”