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Tony DiNozzo returning to NCIS 21x02 | The Stories We Leave Behind

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i went scrolling through the facebook nola old person group for the first time in a while and they literally NEVER disappoint

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tiva + their respective returns to ncis

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Tony DiNozzo returning to NCIS 21x02 | The Stories We Leave Behind

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me reading a hurt/comfort fic and one of the characters gets hurt and the other comforts them:

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Caught Red Headed - Jethro Gibbs

Summary: Your crush on Gibbs gets the better of you when you go out for drinks with the team and you decide the best way to get Gibbs' attention is to dye your hair red. Come Monday morning, you realize you may have made a mistake.

Word Count: 1,185

Warnings: Some embarrassment, but otherwise a whole lot of fluff.

Oh god, what have you done? You wondered this as you looked at yourself in the mirror in horror. Friday night had suggested to you that this was a wonderful idea, but by Monday morning you were now regretting it. Not that it didn’t look good. It was professionally done on Saturday and you’d spent the rest of the weekend at home, so it looked absolutely pristine, but the fact that you’d done it at all was what you were regretting.

It came to you on your third drink. You thought of asking your coworkers their opinion, but ultimately decided it would be far more fun if it were a complete surprise come Monday. Another bad choice. Tony may have teased you the moment you said it aloud, but Ziva probably would have had the sense to talk you out of it had you mentioned it to her. Now you really wish you had.

Again, it wasn’t like it looked bad. The particular shade of red actually went rather nicely with your skin tone and even brought out the color of your eyes a bit. It was only the reason why you’d done it at all that was making it seem like such a mistake. The worst part was, you were still hesitant to admit the reason to yourself, despite it having been entirely your idea.

Logically, you knew you weren’t going to be able to hide it forever. The dye would fade in time, but it wasn’t practical for you to keep your hair one hundred percent hidden until then. That could be literal months. And you weren’t about to just cut it all off either. That would be a worse decision than the one you’d already made. So what were you to do? You had to be at work in less than an hour and you were scrambling for a solution. You stared yourself down in the mirror and heaved out a sigh. Well, you were just going to have to go into work like this. Too bad this wasn’t likely to be the one day everyone took a sick day at once.

You dressed, trying to avoid looking at your hair every two seconds, before you finally made your way out the door. Every moment you were outside you felt like everyone was staring at you. They weren’t, but you were on edge regardless. Strangers might not notice, but the minute you stepped in to work you knew someone was going to notice the change. Even worse, someone was going to ask about it.

You made it up to the bullpen with no comments, which was a welcome relief. You even got to sit down at your desk before you saw anyone from the team. You released a deep, calming breath, hoping that maybe it wasn’t going to be as big of a deal as you’d made it out to be after all. People dye their hair every day for any number of reasons, right? Why couldn’t you just want a change?

Before your cleansing breath was fully let out, you heard Tony's voice fill the bullpen. "Oh my god, look at you!" As if you needed any more attention drawn to yourself. Luckily these outbursts were normal for Tony and it hardly even turned a head your direction. Thank goodness for small favors. "Quite the change there, red. What prompted it?"

"Leave it, Tony," Ziva chastised, only a few steps behind him. "You do not always need to be so nosy."

"I have to admit, I’m kind of curious too," McGee chimed in. Great, just when Ziva had saved you, McGee had to go and ruin it.

Doing a quick check to make sure your boss was entirely absent for the moment, you contemplated telling them all the truth. Might take that huge weight off of your shoulders if you did. Then they could get it all out of their systems and you could begin to move on from your disastrous weekend decisions. Alright, now or never, you decided, seeing as you had the all clear. You opened your mouth to speak, only for your voice to be overtaken by that of your boss, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, entering the bullpen with his usual firm and commanding order of "Grab your gear."

The five of you made quick work at grabbing your things and piling into the elevator. You stood to the far back corner, holding your breath for the short elevator ride down to the ground level. The team exited one by one, leaving you and Gibbs for last. Feeling silly, you almost didn’t dare to walk past him. Perhaps you should have, because Gibbs turned around, gave you a once over and commented, "Like the hair. Now let's get a move on."

He stepped out of the elevator and you followed behind, pulling your official NCIS hat down to cover your face which was undoubtedly covered in a bright red blush that would rival your newly gained hair color. You caught up with the team, keeping your distance from Gibbs for the time being and started to observe the crime scene.

Tony, however, was observing you. "I’ve got it," Tony declared, making you jump.

"Got what," Ziva hissed, Tony clearly having startled her too, and she wasn’t an easy one to scare.

"The hair. It’s for Gibbs."

"It is not," you refuted at a volume way louder than you’d meant. Well if that wasn’t a dead give away, you didn’t know what was. Everyone around looked to you, and you felt like crawling in a hole, or maybe just going back in time and deciding not to get out of bed this morning. Tony had really hit the nail on the head. It was a well known fact that Gibbs liked redheads. You liked Gibbs, so yeah, dyeing your hair red seemed like a clever idea at the time. Now you just felt like an idiot.

"Will you all shut up and do your work," Gibbs shot back at the lot of you. Embarrassed and not wanting to cross him, you all hung your heads and got back to the crime scene in front of you. You were sad for the victim, but happy for the distraction. At least everyone was focusing on something other than you now.

Losing yourself in the work, you didn’t realize Gibbs had come up beside you. Your breath caught in your throat as he whispered in your ear. "Next time you want my attention, maybe just ask for it."

Trying to recover from the surprise, you muttered out a "Yes, boss…uh, Gibbs…umm, Jethro?"

"We'll figure that out depending on how dinner goes. My treat. We'll go right after work. Now can we work on this case without any more distractions?"

Not wanting to fumble over names again, you gave a small nod and a half assed salute, and Gibbs seemed to take that as a good enough response before moving on. Now there was only one question left in your head. Did he like you, or did he just like the hair?

For anon

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Silent Goodbye | Jethro Gibbs | NCIS

Tw: talks of divorce and death

Their body was still warm when Gibbs scooped her into their arms. It felt like all those nights they spent together, watching reruns on tv, and if Gibbs closed his eyes, he could imagine it as such. But he had to keep his eyes open, trained on the corpse in their arms.

It was almost comical, so much so that he felt himself begin to laugh to himself when he saw the look on his team’s faces. Tony’s guilty stare, Ziva’s blank expression, and Tim’s inability to look him in the eye; it was all so typical of them. And it was typical of him to: he lost another wife.

Wife number five.

He had thought it was different. And it was, he couldn’t ever replace Shannon, or Kelly, but (Y/N) was the closest he ever got to feeling that happy again. And it was gone almost as fast as it came.

Maybe it was that he was meant to be alone; if he hadn’t of known better he would say some vengeful God was bringing down His vengeances for his past sins, or even that the universe had planned for him to be alone.

But he did know better and he knew that this wasn’t a coincidence either. Someone had targeted her and he would get his own back or die trying. Afterwards, he wouldn’t dwell on their death, he didn’t know how too. She would become another face in an old picture frame. She would become every Jethro had feared for her.

He didn’t wait for Ducky to arrive before he gently placed her back down onto the ground, nodding in silent instruction to Tony before leaving the scene and city.

He would come back and hunt the bastard who took her from him but for now he needed to mourn.

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Are You Done?

Jethro Gibbs x f!reader

Warnings: just some flirty, jealous-ish fluff

“Ziva, Tony, McGee,” The honey-smoked voice you’d grown to love boomed across the bullpen, “On your feet — Someone for you to meet.”

The team gathered near where you stood alongside Jethro. All three sent reluctant smiles your way until Gibbs began to speak again. He introduced you formally with your first and last name, and the uninspiring title of “The new HR rep.”

Great, you thought, they’re gonna hate me already.

“Ha-alright,” Tony stuck his hand out to shake yours energetically, “It’s good to have another pretty face to share all my work problems with. Hey, you know, that new guy in legal is really getting under my skin; he’s so—“

“DiNozzo,” Jethro cut in, “Let her settle in before you start bellyaching, huh?”

You all let out a chuckle and the team retreated back to their desks. Jethro shot you a quick grin and nodded towards a nearby hallway before escorting you to your new office.

The next few hours went along as well as they could for the first day at a new job. You met your new coworkers, started to learn your way around the office, and took note of where the handsome Special Agent Gibbs spent most of his time.

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As the evening wound down, you made your way back to where your day began to check in with investigative team — they had been the most welcoming to you all day, so you decided to make it a point to get to know them all better.

You weren’t surprised to see the whole crew still hard at work. Ziva was on and off the phone consistently, speaking a different language each time she started a new conversation. McGee seemed too engrossed in his screen and keyboard to notice the outside world. Tony was leaned back in his chair, slouched in a leisurely pose, going through some files that were overflowing with papers spilling out onto his lap.

Then there was Jethro. He looked stoic as ever with a few papers spread out over his desk, his gaze shifting from the neatly stacked documents to his computer screen and back again. His hand drifted over to his ever-full cup of coffee without taking his eyes away from his work. It was only when he placed the cup back into its spot in the corner of his desk that he noticed you entering their shared workspace.

The way he announced your name in greeting caused a smile to creep involuntarily across your face.

A simple, “Hi,” is all you could muster as you tried to gain your composure back.

“Ready to quit yet?” He quipped with that shit-eating grin you love so much spreading across his face.

You simply scoffed in response as he pulled up an extra chair for you to sit next to his desk and decompress. The quiet hum of the air conditioning was nearly lulling you to sleep until Tony made his way over and stopped in front of you, one arm leaning on a shelf and looking your way.

“Hey HR, how was your first day?” He asked you honestly, but you could see the wheels of flirtation spinning in his mind.

“It’s been,” You took a deep breath in and motioned to the stack of files spilling out of your bag, “A lot to take in.”

Tony chuckled and took a step closer to you, leaning in to pat you gently on the shoulder affectionately.

“A smart, beautiful woman like you?” He exhaled quickly like there was something hot in his mouth, “You can handle that and more, I’m sure of it.”

You smiled and shot him an, “Oh, thanks.” Jethro had warned you about Tony, and you just couldn’t wait to see how far he would let it go on before his protectiveness kicked into high gear. You swore you could almost feel the heat Jethro was giving off as jealousy crept up into his chest.

Tony went on picking your brain, polite as ever, but with a hint of playfulness that you knew had to be driving your boyfriend crazy.

“So,” Tony began after laughing about your shared love of coffee creamer more so than coffee, “What does your boyfriend do for a living?”

You hadn’t disclosed that you were in a relationship, but it was his age-old way of prying to see how much further he could take his flirting.

“He’s actually a federal agent, too, kinda like you,” You let your lips curl in a smirk and raised your eyebrows at him, taunting him to keep asking more questions.

“Oohh, so you like ‘em a little rough around the edges, huh?” The two of you laughed before he kept poking for more information, “So what is he? FBI? CIA? Don’t tell me it’s Secret Service?”

“Mmhmm, something like that,” You teased, leaning forward to grab a sip of your coffee, “Can’t spill all my secrets just yet, Tony.”

You heard Jethro let out a scoff, his finger tapping rapidly on his pen as the impatience invaded his senses more and more. He fidgeted a bit with a file before abruptly standing up, sending his chair flying back into the divider wall behind him, and took off somewhere around the corner.

“Jeez,” Tony grumbled, “He’s always in a bad mood.”

You exhaled sharply and grinned, “I’m sure he isn’t always be in a bad mood.”

Tony flashed his charming, pearly smile and shook his head endearingly, “You don’t know Gibbs like I do, sweetheart.”

You returned a salacious smile while Tony adjusts his stance to lean his relaxed frame closer to you. Your eyes lifted to meet his, a spirited glint in your eye as you see a handsome figure appear in the very corner of your peripheral.

“So, HR, I know a great Thai food place just down the road, whatcha say I take you there, show you some of our NCIS hospitality?” He grins confidently awaiting your answer, which he just knows will be a resounding “yes.”

Tony straightens up quickly as a sharp whap hits him in the back of the head. Your eyes widen in surprise, but crinkle into a laugh as soon as the realization hits you.

“DiNozzo,” The booming voice you’d come to know growled from behind Tony’s terrified face, “Are you done?”

“Ow! Sorry boss! Just talking, ah. Done with what again, sir?” He rubbed the back of his head and tried to shake off the embarrassment of being scolded by the boss in front of a woman he was trying to impress. He slinked back a step, allowing Jethro’s strong frame to come all the way into your view. His body language oozing with possessiveness and nerve.

“Done flirting with my woman,” He growled, his intensity stirring a fire deep within your belly.

You wished you’d had a camera in your hand to capture the look of sheer terror on Tony’s face. A laugh spilled out of your lips as he stuttered out something akin to an apology, an explanation, anything to keep Jethro from kicking him right in the ass.

You stood up to grant Jethro a quick peck on his rough lips before tucking into his shoulder, his hand placed firmly on your lower back.

“I’m sorry I let you keep going, Tony,” You apologized with a hint of sarcasm in your voice, “I just couldn’t help myself.” A deep, grumbling scoff vibrated out of Jethro’s chest as he shook his head, fighting desperately to keep a smirk from creeping onto his lips.

It was only now you thought to look around, realizing with a blush that everyone in the room was staring at you, eyes glued to this unfortunate and hilarious confrontation. You felt embarrassed for only a moment before Tony cleared his throat, his face still beet red and wide-eyed.

“It won’t happen again, boss and, uh, ma’am — boss ma’am, Mrs. boss, uh—“ Tony was back to his stumbling apology. You couldn’t help but let another laugh dance from your lips.

“Tony, you can still call by my name,” You smiled placing a reassuring pat on his shoulder, “Right, Jethro?” You shot him a look with a raised eyebrow, signaling him to cut Tony a break.

Jethro only hummed a soft “mmmhhmm” before clapping his hand softly to your back, pressing gently to guide you toward the elevator. You gratefully leaned into his touch and waved goodbye to the still-staring team.

“All of you, back to work, now,” Jethro demanded with force, and you had to stifle back the giggle threatening to escape. Everyone hurriedly opened their files and picked up their phones, not daring to piss Gibbs off any more.

The act dropped the second you stepped into the elevator. That deliciously snarky smile you love snaked onto Jethro’s face as he yanked you into a steamy kiss, laughing into your parted lips.

“Brat,” He growled into your ear, his hot breathe sending a shiver down your spine.

“You love it,” You tease back.

He tucks you into him for another quick embrace as the elevator comes to a stop just outside the parking garage. His lips brush quickly over your temple before sliding his hand down to intertwine while the elevator doors start to creak open.

“Yes, ma’am, I do”

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What fanfic writers say vs what they mean. Btw.

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Tbh I think many people take for granted how much gif makers do, and the fact that this site is unique in their existence of them

Thank you to everybody with the skills to share snippets of media I would not otherwise have seen or had the opportunity of hearing of. Gifs are often the first way I hear of something personally, and frequently the reason I give any new-to-me movie or show a try

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Don't know if you're taking requests but if you are can I please have a vanilla smut with Dwayne Pride.......like interlaced fingers and that fluff ty ❤

Hi! Here’s your request! :) So sorry for the delay! My time to write has been limited here lately. Also, I love your username.

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Sweet and Slow

Dwayne Pride x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut.

Request: Don't know if you're taking requests but if you are can I please have a vanilla smut with Dwayne Pride.......like interlaced fingers and that fluff ty ❤ @neganwhore​

A/N: Thanks for the request! I put the continue reading line at the beginning since the smut starts straight away.

Word Count: 1.2k

“I’m right here. Always right here.”

“You doin’ okay, love bug?” Dwayne asked, watching the way your jaw remained dropped as you felt his cock beating inside of you.

“Mmhm.” You nodded, a deep breath inhaling into your lungs as he continued to fill you.

“Such a pretty girl...” He rumbled in your ear, his hips rolling forward in such a slow manner.

An extended, gentle moan fell from your lips as he bottomed out again. His tip prodded somewhere deep within you, going so far that he couldn’t go more. The mattress was soft underneath you, keeping your body supported just enough for the two of you to be so perfectly tangled together. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, keeping him close and keeping yourself grounded as he continued his slow, perfect thrusts.

It had been a long week to say the very least.

Dwayne had been worked to the bone with the team’s newest case, and it was one that had been taking more out of him than usual. He had missed having you around over the course of the week. He had been around, but he hadn’t really been there. He missed your touch, your comfort, and your soothing voice that always put him at ease.

He had missed you.

“I’m right here. Always right here.” You whispered in an attempt to be calming, but your words came out more as a slurred mumble.

Dwayne was all about taking his time with you, but he hadn’t ever taken this much time. He was building the pleasure up slowly and as if you had all the time in the world. It created a whole new sense of lust, arousal, and love for you. He shifted his hips just a tad to slightly change the angle, but it made all the difference in the world. 

He hit a new bundle of nerves inside of you, causing the whites of your eyes to show as they rolled back into your head. His cock stretched you and filled you in the most delicious way, fiery butterflies erupting all over your skin. 

“I know, baby, I know.” He purred back, his biceps flexing as he pushed more pressure into the mattress on either side of your head.

Dwayne didn’t want to be rough with you. He didn’t feel like doing hard thrusts that could easily get you off within a matter of minutes. He didn’t want to bite and suck down on your neck to bring a more feral kind of pleasure to your body. He wanted to touch you gently, kiss your skin with soft kisses. He didn’t just want to have sex, he wanted to make love to you.

There had always been a huge difference between the two in his mind.

He leaned down to pepper a trail of kisses along the tops of your breasts, all the way up to your jawline. He was keeping an eye on you, because he knew that you could get a little oversensitive if he dragged your orgasm out too long. 

“You’re taking me so well, angel. But you always do that, don’t ya?” He smiled pridefully, completely proud of you for being his. 

Your head was hazy and far too blurred to come up with any response that extended past a moan or a delighted squeak. You didn’t manage a somewhat coherent sentence, but only one that Dwayne Pride himself was able to translate.

“I want- I can’t- please, Dwayne...” You babbled, brows knitting together in a way that almost always ensured that he would give in.

He could see it on your face that you weren’t used to being built up to your climax this way. The aching in your lower belly was burning like an oven coil, growing hotter and hotter with each passing minute. Every touch felt like electricity, sending wave after wave of crackling ecstasy over your being. 

“I’m gonna take care of you, angel. Have I ever not let you finish?” He questioned, a ghost of a smirk appearing on his face.

“I don’t...n-no.” You stuttered, one of your hands putting a death grip on the sheets underneath you.

“I’m just taking my time with you. I want to feel you...every part of you.” He continued his glacial thrusts into your cunt.

The atmosphere changed at that. Suddenly, it felt much more bearable that your orgasm was on a slow build. He wasn’t trying to torment you or make you work for it. He was trying to make you feel the absolute best that you could in the most loving way.

He took your other hand that was lying freely by your head, interlacing his fingers with yours to hold your hand. His palm suctioned against yours, his fingers locking in with your slightly trembling ones. His hips did pick up the pace a touch, meeting a tempo that was still tortuous, but would speed things up just enough. 

Finally, he couldn’t take your desperate whimpers and patient cries anymore.  He readjusted your legs around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back to keep from slipping.

“Come here, sweetheart.” He chuckled at the way your eyes lit up, leaning down to catch you in a passionate kiss.

His thrusts met your g-spot perfectly, a moan sounding out into his mouth as he hit your most sensitive spot. You were savoring every feeling and every second of this, never wanting this feeling to end. He could feel you growing closer and closer, his own cock twitching somewhere deep inside of you. 

He was so in love with you. He had never felt this way about anyone. It wasn’t just the sexual moments with you that made him feel so connected. He felt more alive every time he looked at you. The worries, the stress, and the hurt from his job melted away into a forgotten puddle when he sought comfort from you.

You were his reason for breathing.

A sudden gasp fell from your lips, followed by a breathy moan as your hips and core arched off of the mattress. Your orgasm flushed over you in a blaze of bright light, your lungs exhaling in relief as you rode out possibly the most intense high of your entire life. Dwayne’s cock was soaked from your arousal, offering him a few more thrusts into you before he spilled out inside of you. You milked his cock white, his release filling you completely, never wasting a drop.

He held himself up long enough to finish before collapsing on the mattress next to you with a groan. Your heavy breathings were in sync, your bodies rushed with adrenaline as your heads tried to clear themselves back to normal. His hand never untwined with yours, avoiding breaking that physical contact that he craved so much. 

“You okay, darlin’?” He questioned, carefully pulling you into his chest to hold you.

A tired, lust glazed smile appeared on your face, offering Dwayne a sense of relief that he hadn’t made you too sensitive. 

“Yeah, I’m good. You?” You returned, kissing his jawline sweetly.

He looked into your glassy, dilated eyes. The same ones that he found himself lost in day after day. He was okay for now. He knew that he still had plenty of days where he wouldn’t be. The days where his job was too much or his life was too complicated for him to feel okay. He accepted that with understanding, but he knew one thing for sure.

As long as he had you, he could find some sort of comfort to heal his soul.

“Yeah. I’m perfect.”

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Ooo, comfort movies. Here we go.

1. Cocktail

2. Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner?

3. The Parent Trap (the remastered version)

4. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

5. Fantastic Mr. Fox

6. Close My Eyes (I’m an Alan Rickman enthusiast okkkkkk)

7. The Outsiders 

I tag @lupinsslut @writingscape @allixiler @thefilmcity @thebushbarbie @foodnetworkchef @vicarfelix

tagged by @stay-neurotic to name seven comfort movies and tag seven people!

I’m not really a film person per say butttt:

1. Forrest Gump

2. Iron Man 3

3. Thor Ragnarok

4. Fast and Furious 3

5. Hobbs and Shaw

6. KINGMAN THE GOLDEN CIRCLE

7.  TERMINATOR 2

I tag: @ladyvean @heretostealyogirl @lincoln-still-sucks @pyrrhic-victory1 @alkow @capricciothespoon @glam-master-glammer if you’s want too of course <3 (and anyone else that wants to joinnnnnnnn)

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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.”

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