#Christopher lasalle x reader

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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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Awwww

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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protecting the protector (dwayne pride x wife! reader)

Summary: Dwayne is shaken up and upset by the recent exposé piece written on him by Oliver Crane and the threats he is facing due to it. You, his loving wife, are there to support him. (Based off of S4E22, sort of a continuation of you'll always be mine but it definitely can stand on its own)

If you like this fic, please do check out my other fanfics on AO3 under the username cinnikiroll. Here is a link to my profile, where I have fics from other fandoms for your viewing pleasure!

It had been a hard, stressful time for the whole NCIS team lately. What with Oliver Crane's recent exposé piece, the whole office was on edge, and the constant presence of protesters outside didn't do much to alleviate the situation.

Dwayne had pretended that he wasn't affected by the whole thing, and he was skilled at acting strong and unfazed, but it was clear to the whole team that he was deeply upset by the way people viewed him now due to this piece. Even if the content in it was true, the way he was portrayed- as a narcissistic, sadistic abuser of power and of people- was killing him.

No matter how many times the team tried to talk to him, he would never open up. Even Loretta, his best friend that could get him to open up about anything at even the worst times, couldn't get him to say how he really felt.

But the team had a secret weapon, one that they used when Dwayne was being unusually reticent. This secret weapon never failed to get him to open up, even regarding his most painful memories.

She was kind, yet incredibly incisive, getting to the heart of any emotional matter with ease and gusto.

She was intelligent, yet not at all cold, her empathy and huge help in emotional situations.

She was you, Dwayne Pride's wife.

All it took was one call from a very concerned Christopher LaSalle for you to begin enacting your foolproof plan to get your husband to open up about anything under the sun.

When Dwayne returned home that night, his concern was immediately piqued when he caught the scent of something burning in the air. He ascended the stairs to his apartment two at a time, drawing his gun to ready himself for anything.

The apartment door was opened a crack, and a sign in your elegant cursive handwriting was hanging on it.

Welcome home, my love.

You had drawn a little heart in the corner, and seeing that detail brought a small smile to his face. He pushed open the door fully, and was absolutely shocked by the state of the apartment.

Scented candles had been placed in the center of the dining table, which was now covered in a scarlet tablecloth. The candles had been placed in a small bowl to prevent any melting wax from dirtying the obviously very fancy tablecloth, and in the wax bowl, red roses had been strewn about.

A bottle of Dwayne's favorite merlot was sitting next to the table's centerpiece, already uncorked and poured into two champagne flutes that he had completely forgotten he owned. Sitting down at the elegantly decorated table, he sipped on the wine and sighed deeply in enjoyment as the soft fruity flavored liquor slid smoothly down his parched throat.

You were working hard in the kitchen and hadn't noticed your husband coming in. Gumbo was not exactly your specialty, it was his, and as such you were working hard to craft a gumbo that was blameless in your virtuoso chef's eyes. The scent of spices mixed with the sweet scent of the candles you'd placed on the table, creating an intoxicating fragrance that made your body feel warm- or was that just the gumbo you were stirring?

Hearing Dwayne clear his throat softly, you leapt a little in fear before turning around with a bright and sweet smile on your face. You looked so charmingly domestic, standing there in your apron and holding a wooden spoon stained with food, that he had to physically hold himself back from leaping on you and showering you with kisses.

"My love! You're back. Hard day at work?"

Upon your mention of work, Dwayne's face fell. You cursed yourself for mentioning something that caused him pain, and rapidly rushed to his side, leaving the gumbo that you had been painstakingly slaving over unattended in its pot.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, pulling a chair over to sit directly across from him and caress his warm cheeks.

"I didn't mean to bring up painful feelings. I just-"

You cut yourself off partly through the sentence, noticing a slight discoloration on Dwayne's lower jaw. It was only slight, barely noticeable in the flickering candlelight, but it was there, and his body stiffened when your fingers gently touched it. That stiffening was a sign of pain, meaning that the discoloration had to be a bruise.

Recalling what Christopher had told you regarding the rioters outside of NCIS headquarters, the brick with the death wish thrown at Dwayne's SUV, and now seeing the bruise on his jaw brought tears to your eyes.

"What happened to you?"

You managed to rasp out, your voice a weak whisper.

Dwayne took your probing hand with his, placing it down on his lap. His gray-blue eyes were soft and tender as he spoke to you with all the love he could muster.

"Love, don't worry. It was just a little fight in Clearwater. Nothing serious."

He was trying to calm you down, but you could clearly tell from the tension in his body and the slight wavering in his voice that it had been more than that, that he was deeply upset about something but didn't know how- or didn't want to- open up about what that thing was.

"A fight?!"

Your eyes widened in shock, and you quickly resumed your probing touches, attempting to ascertain whether or not he had sustained any more injuries during the fight.

"A group of guys-"

"A group?!"

Your anxiety was widening by the minute with every word Dwayne said.

A fight?!

With a group of men attacking him?!

He was lucky he only got a few cuts and bruises! He could've died!

Oh God... you could've lost your husband!

Seeing the pain in Dwayne's eyes and the way he was desperately attempting to comfort you, you gulped down any other exclamations you may have uttered and stilled your trembling hands. Once you had sufficiently relaxed yourself, you asked the introductory question to this interrogation you'd be giving.

"Why did you go to Clearwater?"

Dwayne's body stiffened further, his mind racing with expectations about where this conversation was going to lead.

He did have lots of pent up emotions that he needed to express, it was true, and he got the sense that this was one of your many interrogations you planned when you needed to get him to open up about his feelings.

While he didn't have anything against these interrogations- in fact, he enjoyed them, as they helped him get his emotions out- the vitriol he felt towards Oliver Crane and the source that had provided him with the information needed to vilify his good name was intense. He didn't want to let it out, lest it harm him or you in the process.

But seeing the concern in your eyes and the effort you had gone to in an attempt to make him comfortable and pleased, he knew that it would be best to open up to you.

It always was best to be honest with you, he acknowledged begrudgingly.

Taking a deep breath, he proceeded to let out all his feelings regarding this current situation.

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"It just makes me feel like I maybe am the villain they all say I am, you know? I mean, I'm the reason why so many people are dead, I go off half cocked, I-"

Dwayne's voice softened and tears began to form in his eyes as he finished his sentence.

"I'm a pitiful excuse for a federal agent."

Breathing shakily with held back emotions, you helped him over to the bed and sat down next to him there, letting him hold you and cry to his heart's content.

The tears began to fall down like his cheeks like rain from his cloudy sky eyes. He held you tightly against him, burying his face in your hair.

His grip on your body was strong, bordering on painful as he dug his strong calloused fingers into your back as if you were the only anchor for him in the stormy sea of his self doubt. Choosing not to comment on the pain his grip was causing you, you just let him hold you and let all his pent up emotions out.

"I'm sorry," he whispered in a hoarse, husky voice.

"I shouldn't be burdening you with this. I should be strong... I-"

You silenced his self deprecating comments with a soft kiss on the lips.

"I'm your wife. If you can't be open with me, who can you be open with?"

Dwayne sniffled pitifully, as if he was a small child having a meltdown. You brought him a box of tissues, and he very quickly used up a miniature mountain of them.

"I'm supposed to be strong, to protect you! But it turns out-" he punctuated his sentence with another sniffle and blowing his nose- "that you're the one protecting me. How ironic. I can't even do the job of a husband properly. I really am pathetic..."

He trailed off sadly, staring away into the distance and not looking at your face. Thoughts of self hatred were haunting him, only magnified by the memories of the harsh words used to describe him in the recent exposé.

Dwayne truly felt like a failure in this moment, and no matter how many kind words were said to him or how often he was reminded he wasn't, he still felt the same way.

He wanted so badly to love himself like you loved him. But he was certain that was impossible.

There was no way he could ever matter to himself as much as he mattered to you.

He didn't even deserve that...

"Darlin'?"

He whispered in a barely audible voice.

"Dwayne?"

Your voice was full of concern, snapping him back to reality.

Turning to look at you, he saw tears in your eyes, evidently brought on by his long period of being lost in memories. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to hold you close and tell you he loved you so much, that he needed you desperately, more than he needed oxygen to breathe.

But he couldn't. He didn't deserve that love. He didn't deserve you.

"Nothing..."

Dwayne whispered softly, his voice broken with pain and self hatred.

You clung to him tightly, kissing him and holding him. The gentle cadence of your whispering voice and tender touches of your skin against his slowly began to calm him down, and before long, he had curled up in your lap like a docile, sleepy maine coon cat.

Softly, slowly, silently, your fingers caressed his unkempt hair, calming him down even more and banishing any remnants of self hatred within his mind. Like wisps of mist, they dissipated, leaving only the calm lake of love behind.

It had taken longer than usual, but you had succeeded again in helping him open up about and banish his painful emotions. Opening his sleepy gray blue eyes, he looked up at you with a great deal of love in his expression.

"I love you more than anything, darlin'."

He murmured, kissing you sloppily on the cheek.

You smiled your first genuine smile in a while and kissed him back.

"I love you too, my darling. I'll always be here to protect you and comfort you. Always."

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What a dance can do (Christopher Lasalle x Reader)

•• Hi everybody! I'm on vacation right now in sunny Las Vegas, but here's a little something I worked on last week at work! I hope you enjoy it!••

“How’s about a dance?” You sighed and looked up at Chris. He was holding his hand out to you with a smile going from ear to ear. You’d been sitting at the table for most of the night, aside from getting up and heading to the buffet line. Charity Balls weren’t your thing, but everyone else from the team was going and you didn’t want to disappoint them by not showing up entirely.

“That’s sweet of you to ask, Christopher, but I’m fine right where I’m at.” He didn’t move.

“I’ve been watching you sit here all night. Come on, just one dance?” You quirked a brow up at him.

“Will you leave me alone after?”

“Cross my heart.” He used one hand to do what he said, but his other hand was mysteriously hidden behind his back. You wondered if he was crossing his fingers. You tripped over your own feet as Chris dragged you out onto the dance floor.

“Alright everybody, we’ve been keeping it pretty hot in here,” The DJ started, “So let’s do a little cool down here before we crank the party back up.” Chris brought your hand up to his shoulder and moved your other to his thigh before resting his other hand on your lower back. A slow song played. You didn’t recognize it or the singer.

“Where did you learn how to waltz?”

“If my Daddy made sure to do one thing when I was younger it was to teach me proper manners, and a few dances.” He chuckled. “Never really liked it much, though.” You nodded. Chris didn’t seem the type to like such fancy things. He never wanted to inherit his dad’s company, anyway. His dad may have been sick but that gave him no right to throw the company of Christopher when he passed. He knew damn well Christopher wanted nothing to do with it. He didn’t think Christopher did much here at NCIS, but he couldn't have been more wrong.

“So why are you doing it now?”

“You looked a bit lonely sitting there by yourself.” You smiled.

“I suppose I was, I don’t really care for these types of things.” He laughed.

“Me neither, but it’s for a good cause.” The song ended and you both stopped. It was a tender moment as you both stared into each other's eyes before you ultimately pulled your gaze away.

“Looks like the song’s done.” You blushed as Chris continued to look at you, not saying a word. “Chris?”

“Do you wanna get out of here?” He asked.

“Y-yeah.” You cursed at how your voice sounded. You sounded like a high schooler that just got caught by the teacher doing something you weren't supposed to. “Anywhere is better than here.”

“Do you want to come with me back to my place? We’re not far.”

“I came with Tammy, I should probably let her know.” Chris finally let go of your hand and took his hand off your back. You almost moaned. They’d felt so warm against your skin.

“You go ahead and do that, I’ll go get the truck running.” You nodded and watched him until he stepped out the main doors. Not going off to find Tammy until he was out of sight.

You found Tammy getting a drink at the bar and told her you were leaving with Chris, she couldn’t have given you a more shit eating grin if she tried.

“Have fun!” You gave her the finger with a smile and roll of your eyes before heading to Christopher’s truck. He’d started the car, but was standing outside of it leaning against the driver's side door. He perked up at the sight of you and rushed around the front to open the door for you and helped you up and inside.

“Hope it’s not too messy, just took it fishing with Cade last weekend and haven’t had a chance to clean her up.”

“Her?” You quipped as he pulled out of the parking lot. “How do you know your truck’s a girl?” He patted the steering wheel.

“You can just tell, (y/n). You can just tell.” It was a sort of awkward silence the rest of the way to Christopher’s house. The way your heart was beating in your chest you were almost positive Chris could hear it. In all the years you’d been with the team and had known Chris, you’d never actually been to his house. You’d only picked him up to head to a crime scene a few times, and he’d always been at a family-owned diner in the Quarter. You don’t know what you were expecting, maybe a little two bedroom, but Chris surprised you when he pulled up in front of his place on the water. “A beauty ain’t it?” He smirked before getting out of the truck and hurrying over to open your door for you. He led you inside and you couldn’t help the look of awe on your face. This place was even prettier on the inside!

“This place must have cost you some serious money.” He shrugged.

“Just thin green pieces of paper.” You opened his fridge and motioned for you to look inside. “Do you want anything to drink?” You leaned against his kitchen island and mused over the array of alcohol he had on the refrigerator's bottom shelf.

“Well, you’ve got just about everything.” You gave him a look. “There’s more alcohol than food in this fridge.” He put up his hands defensively.

“I plan on going grocery shopping this weekend.” You continued your look and he laughed. “I swear!” You hummed before finally making a selection.

“How about that can of peach Jack Daniels?” He grabbed two cans and motioned for you to follow him to the back porch. It was connected by the sliding glass door and led to an incredible view of the Mississippi river. It was probably an ever better view in the daylight. Right now though, it was looking pretty great too. The moon was full and casting its light on the waves and allowing you to see the current making its way upriver. In the distance a foghorn blew. No doubt in the next twenty minutes or so you and Chris would see a ship heading upriver. You cracked open your can and took a big gulp. God, you loved these things.

“So…” Chris started. “Is this better than that party?” You nodded with a sigh, your shoulders relaxing as you leaned back in one of Chris’s adirondack chairs.

“I can’t think of anywhere else I’d want to be right now.” You smiled over at him. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“What kind of country gentleman would I be if I didn’t offer my hospitality?”

“That was a big word, Chris, does your brain hurt?” He laughed before leaning back in the chair beside you.

“Come on now, that was just a low blow. You can think of better insults than that.” You both watched the boat that had blared its horn earlier go past. It really was a peaceful night. During the quiet you got lost in your thoughts, thinking of all the times in the office where Chris had had his back turned to you and you’d eyed him up and down. Wanting to be cradled by those gentle hands and whisked off into the sunset. Good thing it was dark, otherwise you’d be worried about Christopher looking over and seeing how red you face must have been becoming. All those times he called you Sugarbelle made your knees weak. He’d been joshing you but it only helped your imagination run wild. You’d dreamt a couple of times about Christopher and cuddling up next to him, whispering sweet words into your ear…

“(Y/n)? You good?” You jumped slightly as Chris brought you back to reality. “You seem kinda off.”

“No! No, uh, I’m fine, really ahaha.” The way you were fumbling with your words you were pretty sure Chris thought you were anything but fine.

“(Y/n), if somethings wrong, you don’t have to hide it from me.”

“It’s not that somethings wrong, but-” Should you tell him how you feel? “I do kinda want to tell you something.” What if he laughed? Thought you were stupid? Didn’t like you that way back?

“Tell me what?” His voice was so innocent. He was probably wondering what he did to upset you. He didn’t do anything, but he also did everything at the same time.

“I like you.” You stated, flat out. “I like you like I’ve never liked anyone else. When I look at you my body melts. I feel nauseous from butterflies in my stomach.” You looked up at his face. The light from the moon highlighting his cheek bones and allowing you to see the white’s of his eyes. He could have been a painting.

“Oh, thank god.” He said with a relieved sigh. “I thought you were going to say you needed a ride to the hospital or somethin’.” He leaned over and planted a kiss on your cheek. “I like you too, (Y/n), I just didn’t think you felt that way too.”

“Don’t be coy with me right now Chris, I’m liable to cry.”

“Darlin’.” His tone got serious and you found Chris slamming his lips onto yours. You didn’t hesitate to kiss back. He didn’t need to say anything more. He really did like you.

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Protection Detail

NCIS: New Orleans; Chris LaSalle WordCount: 332 (T)W: Heightened state of anxiety and paranoia Request: No A/N: This was written a while ago. I'm still bitter about his fate.

Being forced to stay home while everyone else worked a case was difficult.  You hated not working or, more accurately, not being able to finish or close a case which you had started.  You were bored and the TV was just playing re-runs and not catching your attention, but you weren’t allowed to leave your apartment, no one was allowed in, you had undercover cops posted outside and within your building, it was never-ending.  You kept checking your phone for any updates, and were disappointed at the lack of interaction which your team was providing you with.  Why did this perp have to choose you to target?!  Why not someone else so you could work the case?  That sounded awful and it wasn’t what you really wanted.  You would never willingly wish this on anyone, would never want anyone else’s life to be put in danger.

A knock on your door made you jump.  You quietly walked toward the door, hand on your own gun as you approached your door to check on who was outside via the peep-hole.  That’s when you relaxed and removed your hand from your gun, seeing LaSalle’s cheesy grin staring at you.  You never thought you’d be grateful to see his face.  You smiled as you unlocked and opened the door, “shouldn’t you be working on the case?”  You quizzed him the second he stepped over the threshold, closing the door behind him.  “Came to make sure your doin’ as your supposed to Y/N,” he smiled at you as he placed the bags of fast food down on your coffee table and began to empty the contents of the bag onto said table.  “You’re too quiet Y/N, you know I can’t tell ya nothin’ ‘bout the case, but I can tell you that we got this,” you sighed pouting at LaSalle as you sat next to him on your couch grabbing your food, while LaSalle tried to keep your mind off the case and cheer you up.

(GIF Credit; @specialagentmonkey)

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Cute!!!! 💖💖

He opened and closed the door as quietly he could.  It was 2am so he knew you’d be in bed and didn’t want to disturb you.  It had been a tough case and he wanted nothing more than to see you but he wouldn’t wake you if he could help it.  

He gets changed for bed as he gets to his side and his about to climb in he just stops.  He looks at you so peaceful and beautiful and it strikes him how lucky he is to have you to come home too - to talk to hold to love. 

He doesn’t know how long he has been lost in his thoughts but is shaken out of them when he hears a sleepy “you better hurry up and get in here Bama.”

“Yes ma’am” he says with the biggest smile on his face.

He’s greeted with a sleepy kiss in which you hand comes up to rest on his face.  “Love you bama now sleep.”   He smiles as you lay your head on his chest, kissed the top of you head “Love you more.”

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Massage(Chris LaSalle x reader)

A/n-Wow My FIRST LASALLE SMUT NCIS NOLA !!!!!💙

You’d had a long, stressful day at work. You woke up late and therefore hadn’t had time for breakfast, so on your way to work you grabbed a quick coffee. However, leaving the coffee shop, someone bumped into you causing you to spill the coffee down your top - having nothing spare to change into - having to go back in to use the toilets to try and clean up your top as much as possible. Then, you ended up being more late and got a knowing look from your boyfriend LaSalle. Your rough morning had evidently put you into a sour mood for the rest of the day, you felt so horrible you even lost your appetite and kept getting simple tasks wrong, in the end your Pride saw that you were having a rough day and told you and Chris to leave early. All you could think of on the drive home was how tired you were and how much you just wanted your bed and your boyfriend to just hold you.

When you arrived at the apartment you shared with your boyfriend. you immediately stripped out of your coffee stained clothes and slipped into your favourite of Chris’s shirts and some pyjama shorts and flopped onto the bed. He was just laying in bed waiting for you.

You look up to him cause of the warm feeling of Chris’s large hands on your lower back, digging the heels of his hands into your back and rubbing in circular motions. The tense feeling you’d had all day slowly disappearing with Chris’s magic touch, you let out a contented sigh and let him run his hands higher on your back.

“Hey, sugar belle. I know you’ve had a rough day.” Chris says, still rubbing circles into your mid back. You let out another sigh as his fingers worked a knot, easing the tension.

“Mhm. Had a bad day.” You speak into the bedsheets, your voice muffled by the thick duvet.

Chris’s hands are working further up your back now, he unhooks your bra, gaining access to the broad space of your upper back and shoulders, massaging the area, the warmth of his hands mixed with the skill of his fingers felt incredible on your tense back.

“wanna talk 'bout it, sweetheart?” Chris asks while his fingers worked all the tough knots.

You explain to him how your morning went, while his fingers worked deeper into the tense knots, rubbing your back up and down with the heels of his hands, squeezing your shoulders when he comes to them. You pause every so often to let out small moans and sighs of contentment and pleasure.

Chris repositions so he’s straddling your legs, the denim of his jeans against your soft, bare legs only adding to the pleasurable feeling of his movements, causing you to moan again slightly louder this time. Chris chuckles to himself, loving how he makes you feel and the way he makes you squirm beneath his touch.

“Here, darlin'?” he whispers, while his fingers work a particularly tough knot on your lower back. Your back arches into his touch as you let out another sigh, shifting your position beneath Chris.

“Yes, Chris, please.” You sound needy at this point, your voice hoarse. Chris’s hands never falter, his knuckles work into the knots of tension on your back now, the digging sensation easing the pain of your stressful day.

Chris concentrates on massaging your back, relaxing you further. You feel as though you’re in heaven, Chris’s hands are warm against your cold skin, his fingers performing magic as the tension on your back gradually disappears. Your senses heighten slightly, you can feel Chris on top of you, you hear how his breath hitches each time you let out a small moan of pleasure - obviously this makes you moan more, just to tease him - you feel his hot breathe on you as he leans down. Chris’s hands lower down your back, he goes back to massaging your lower back, squeezing around your hips causing you to moan louder - he's also a huge tease - his hands travel lower until he reaches your ass. He begins to massage the area, his warm hands squeezing and rubbing your bum making you moan louder now. He breathes heavier against the back of your neck as he lowers his head to whisper in your ear; “I think I know of a way we can relieve your stress completely, darlin'.”

You whimper at this statement and squeeze your thighs slightly to try and ease the throbbing of your core. He really knows how to tease you, his hands still squeezing your ass whilst his lips ghost down your neck and shoulders. You move one of your hands from beside you under Chris’s legs, bringing it around to grab onto his hair, pulling his head closer to your neck - unable to take anymore teasing. He takes the hint and presses his lips against your neck, kissing from just below your ear to where your neck meets your shoulder, his hands now pulling on the pyjama shorts you’re wearing.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already, sugar'.” He gasps as he feels you through your underwear, kissing across your shoulders now. You whine from the teasing telling him “just fuck me already.”

Chris continues rubbing you through your underwear, feeling your arousal. You can feel his bulge against your thighs, the rough denim only adding to the pleasure of his fingers on your pussy as well as his lips kissing and sucking at your neck.

“So demandin', sweetheart.” He chuckles as he pushes your underwear to the side, able to access your cunt. He starts circling your clit, your body arching upwards, your free hand grabbing onto the duvet underneath you, your moans being muffled due to your face being buried in the covers. Chris loves seeing you like this, his t-shirt on, bra unhooked baring your back to him, shorts just under your beautiful ass and your underwear pushed to the side, giving him a lovely view of your wetness and his fingers which slide so easily against your pretty pussy. Your moans get louder as he rubs circles on your clit, eager to get you to orgasm soon. Your hand reaches behind you once again, pulling Chris’s arm as he continues his movements on your clit, he brings his other hand to you, inserting a single finger into you with ease due to your evident arousal. You whine his name as he watches his finger disappear into your pussy, hardening in his jeans even more, if that were possible.

“You like it when I touch you here, don’t you babygirl?” He asks while changing his position so that your legs are now on the outside of his, bringing your hips up, he pulls your ass towards him, causing his finger to deepen inside you; “do you like it when I fuck you like this?” he growls into your ear, you can feel your legs begin to shake from his fingers both stimulating your clit and fucking you.

“Yes, baby, fuck right there.” You whimper, grabbing the duvet with your now free hand whilst the other remains in Chris’s arm, your grip tightening as you feel the coil in your stomach beginning to tighten and your legs shake even more.

“Fuck, Chris, ‘m gonna come,” you pant as he continues fucking you with his fingers, rubbing your clit harder and inserting a second finger into you. He watches your ass bounce back whilst he fucks you with his long fingers, hitting the right spot each time.

“Don’t hold back, darlin', come for me.” His voice more delicate than before, but still holding a dominant tone. Chris’s encouragement of your orgasm along with his talented fingers inside you are enough to bring you to the edge. Your legs shake and you let out a strangled moan of “Chris!” along with a string of curse words while you come on his fingers. Chris groans at the sight of you coming on his fingers, he slips them out easily due to the wetness, after you come down from your first high. Red in the face and hair messed up everywhere, he loves you post-orgasm, he finds you absolutely incredible. Chris pulls your body up to his, your back on his torso and says, “open”, inserting his fingers into your mouth you lick them, tasting yourself.

“Fuck, darlin' , you’re so sexy. Can’t wait to be inside you.” and you’d moan because you can’t wait to feel him inside you either.

Like the gentleman he is, Chris waits until you’re fully recovered from your previous orgasm before he pulls off your pyjama shorts and underwear, discarding his own clothes shortly afterwards. He reaches into your bedside drawer for a condom, rolling it down his hard cock while you turn your head to watch, biting your lip.

“Like what you see, sugar belle?” He asks, cockily, smirking.

“I’d like it better if it were inside me.” You reply, just as cockily smirking at the way he licks his lips and roughly grips at your hips, pulling you back to him, legs on either side of his. He loves fucking you from behind, watching your sweet ass bounce back on him, watching his cock disappear into your tight entrance, he has access to your back and your hair, sometimes pushing your back down so your arms drop, giving him the perfect position to hit just the right spot inside you. Sometimes he pulls on your hair to bring you up against him, your back pressed firmly against his sweating torso, giving him the ability to fuck you deeper and harder.

He grabs your hip with one hand while lines the tip of his hard cock up to your wet pussy, sliding his dick through your folds, teasing you.

“Christopher, baby, please just fuck me. I need you now” you moan, fed up of his teasing.

“As you asked so nicely, darlin' .” He replies, slowly pushing his thick cock into your aching pussy, sliding in easily due to the wetness of your previous mind blowing orgasm.

“Shit, babygirl, you’re so tight.” He’d growl through gritted teeth, wanting nothing more than to fuck your brains out while relentlessly gripping your hips. He pushes further into you, causing you to moan and wiggle further onto him.

“You’ll be the death of me, angel.” He’d tell you whilst bottoming out, his cock filling you perfectly. You whimper as he pulls back, only to push all the way back in again. You let out an embarrassingly loud moan, but Chris loves hearing you - loves knowing how good he makes you feel. He grips your hips firmly, pulling you back against him each time he thrusts into you. One of his hands comes back to your ass, squeezing and rubbing one of your cheeks while he brings you back onto his cock, hitting you deeper each time. Your moans and whimpers get louder and louder as Chris fucks you harder and harder, hands tightening on your hips, grunts and groans becoming hoarse and croaky while his thrusts become sporadic. The sound of skin slapping skin, along with the grunts and groans from you two, can be heard in the room. Chris’s panting “so tight” and “shit” under his breath, the lack of rhythm in his thrusts signifying he’s close to finishing. Chris’s pants become louder as he nears his orgasm. He brings a hand around you to rub your clit again, set on you coming before him.

“CH-ris, shit,” you cry out as he rubs fast circles on your clit while fucking you fast but deep from behind, the feeling of his cock brushing your walls almost too much to handle. He keeps rubbing your clit while fucking you, chasing your high as well as his own. You collapse, your arms no longer being able to hold up your body while Chris thrusts into you watching your ass bounce against him.

“Baby, gonna come soon, fuck,” you whimper out, legs shaking from your fast approaching orgasm.

“Shit, sugar , I’m not gonna last much longer,” Chris announces, rubbing your clit harder and thrusting into you faster. You are both moaning messes at this point, sweat forming on both your bodies, your face turning bright red from the hot, sweaty atmosphere.

Your moans get louder, your breaths get heavier, Chris’s movements become sloppier and your legs get shakier with your orgasms approaching quickly and intensely.

“Chris, baby, I’m gonna - fuck!”

“Come on' , sweetheart. I’m not far behind,” he says, still thrusting his cock deep inside you. Moments later you come for the second time that night, gripping the sheets beneath you and clenching your wet pussy around his thick cock, legs shaking as he still thrusts into you. You let out a moan verging on a scream, Chris fucking you through your orgasm, his approaching fast.

“Shit, I’m comin' ” he announces, hips bucking wildly into you, he tightens his grip on your hips, his fingers digging in deep, he slams his hips into you a final time with a loud grunt, releasing his load into the condom. After you both come down, he slowly removes himself from you, you immediately miss his warmth. You roll onto your back, bra still on but unhooked, legs still quaking from your orgasms. Chris discards of the condom and goes into the bathroom, returning with a damp towel, cleaning you up before he cleans himself. He climbs onto the bed with you and pulls the covers over the two of you.

“You should give me massages more often,” you say to Chris as you snuggle up to him and rest your head on his bare chest. He chuckles, “Agreed'.”

[controloffandoms]

Transference (C.L.)

Prompt: There was not one. I’m going with the flow. Y’all, I just found this on my computer and I had totally forgotten that I had written it. This is from 2017....and it’s not too bad if I say so myself...I mean, I hate everything I write, but I don’t fully hate this one...

Pairing: Chris Lasalle x Reader

Words: 3110

Warnings: Bruising, Cursing, violence

Notes: I couldn’t help myself... Nothing has been changed so any cringy-ness from 2017 is still there.

Getting a transfer from DC to New Orleans hadn’t been too hard. You were appreciative of the Director and everything he had done for you in DC but you wanted something more than monitoring MTAC and stopping Cyber criminals. You wanted to be out in the field and you believed that you couldn’t do that in DC. You believed that you needed a somewhat fresh start and the Director listened and complied with your request. 

So, here you were, a letter from the director, your transfer papers in your hand, and your ‘go-bag’ on your back. You were looking at the building that the New Orleans NCIS team worked out of. You walked slowly towards the entrance, showing the guard your papers and letting him lead you the rest of the way to the entrance. 

You walked in, NCIS jacket draped over your arm and the cap snugly on your head. You looked around the space in amazement; this office was different than the one in DC. It seemed less formal. “I’m gonna assume you’re Special Agent (Y/L/N),” a man with a kind smile stated as he walked towards you. Behind him you could see a younger man and a slightly older woman--older than the man next to her. 

You realized the man in front of you was Agent Pride, “yes Sir. You must be Special Agent Pride. It’s very nice to meet you.” You smiled at the agent and stuck out your hand to shake his. A bemused smile appeared on his face and he shook your hand and took the papers you handed him.

“Leon has told me great things about you. Said you wanted to get a fresh start at bein’ a field agent. Why,” he asked as he lead you to the kitchen.

You watched him carefully before letting out a small sigh, “everyone in HQ knew I was a tech person. I ran MTAC and stopped Cyber criminals, I don’t chase subjects or do physical work. I stay in cyberspace, nothing else.” Your voice held a slightly bitter tone at the end, but you continued, “I knew that no matter what I did, the agents in DC would only see me as a cyber geek. I needed to be able to start over at another branch of NCIS, where I could be a field agent on my own terms, define myself, not be defined by what I was before I became a field agent.”

A smile made its way to Pride’s face as you explained. “Don’t worry ‘bout anythin’ here. Be the agent you want to be.”

“So this is gonna be our new member,” a deep southern accent sounded behind you.

“Chris Lasalle, Tammy Gregorio, meet (Y/N) (Y/L/N), newest addition to the team.”

“LSU or ‘Bama,” Lasalle asked.

You raised an eyebrow and smirked as Gregorio rolled her eyes. You walked back towards the desk area. “Give me a good reason to answer your question.”

“Why do I needa reason ta ask ya a question?”

“Why do I have to answer your question?”

“I’m just askin’ a question.”

“I’m just asking for a reason.”

“Why don’t ya answer the question?”

“Why don’t you give me a reason?”

“I just wanta know.”

“Not a good reason.”

“Wanta know if ya like football.”

“I do like football,” you smirked. You snickered at his scrunched up face.

“‘Bama or LSU,” he spoke again. 

“What if it’s neither.”

“Would ya just answer the damn question?!”

“What if I don’t want to answer ‘the damn question’,” you tried your best to imitate the man’s accent. Before he could reply, you walked towards him and patted him on the chest, “‘Bama. It’s always gonna be ‘Bama. Roll Tide.”

You took the empty desk and started to unpack a couple of things onto your desk. You placed them where you felt was right and put your gun and badge in a drawer, looking around for a key to lock it. One dangled in front of your face and you looked up to see Chris smiling wide, holding it out to you. “I think me an’ you are gonna be great friends,” you laughed with him and took the key he handed you. 

8 Months Later

“I GOTTA RUNNER,” Chris shouted, “COMIN’ YOUR WAY (Y/N)!”

Before you could react, you were pushed roughly into a wall. You let out an involuntary groan when your shoulder checked the wall. You pushed yourself up and sprinted after the man. “I’m on his trail,” you stated in the com.

You were gaining on the man, gun in its holster so you didn’t have to worry about it discharging accidentally while you ran. You were a couple feet away from him when he turned and kicked you square in the chest, pushing you backwards, making the air leave your lungs. You coughed, trying to get air back into your lungs while the perp ran down an alleyway.

You pushed up after him, still gasping for breath. You paid it no mind as you slowly started to catch up with him. Seeing as he was heading for a more populated road, you thought of a short cut to cut him off. You turned down that way and pushed yourself faster. Just as you reached the mouth of the alley, you saw the perp and jumped, tackling the man. 

As you both rolled, you prepared to wrestle the man into the cuffs. The second that you stopped rolling you roughly tried to push the man on his back. He retaliated, punching you. As you stumbled slightly, he tried to get back up and run, but you grabbed his arm, slapping a cuff on his right wrist and jerking him backwards, making him lose balance. You, then, grabbed his left arm while he was off balance and cuffed it. You held the bound man tightly as he struggled to get free, “you don’t stop, I’m going to consider knocking you out,” you stated. 

Pounding footsteps halted as they neared you. You heard a low whistle and slightly out of breath laughs. “Never knew you were that fast, kid,” Pride stated. You let out a quiet laugh and let Pride take the perp from your grasp. 

Chris’s smile dropped as he took a look at you. The perp had been blocking you from view. Your smile slowly dropped as you looked at Chris. He came closer to you and took your chin between his fingers, turning your head to look at the right side of your face, “he hit you?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you stated and removed his fingers from your face. You bent down to pick up your cap with your left arm and hissed quietly at the pain that traveled through your shoulder. 

“King, I think we should ask Loretta to check (Y/N) out, seems she got hurt strugglin’ with the perp,” Chris stated. 

King had just finished putting the perp in the car and turned around. He frowned slightly. “Alright, Chris, take her to Loretta. Check on the evidence while you’re there.”

It was silent as you both drove towards the morgue. Usually it was never this quiet between you and your partner, but he didn’t make any attempt to speak. You stayed silent for a couple more minutes before sighing and turning to Chris, “alright, talk. Why aren’t you talking to me?”

Chris glanced over at you before shaking his head. He huffed before looking over at you one more time, “nothin’ you couldn’t handle? Really (Y/N)?”

“That’s what this is about? Come on Chris, grow up! I feel fine!”

“That why you hissed in pain pickin’ up your cap? Or why I could see you grinding your teeth in pain and holding your side when you climbed in the truck?”

You arrived at the morgue and you rolled your eyes in response to his questions. You opened the door of the truck and got out, Chris following suit as he caught up to you, “don’t walk away now! You wanted me to talk, I have. What I don’t understand is why you’re tryin’ ta act like you’re not in pain when you clearly are!”

You whirled on him and glared. “I feel fine. And don’t act like this is something new when you did the same exact thing four months ago when you were almost shot and ended up getting the breath knocked out of you. His boot left a bruise on your chest for two weeks, Chris. Don’t be a hypocrite!”

You opened the door and rushed in, wanting to get to Loretta before having to talk with Chris again. He kept up with you and you both were going back and forth, frustration building. “Am I interrupting something? Dwayne called, telling me you both would be coming in.”

“No, Loretta. Chris was just going to go check on the evidence Sebastian was processing,” you stated and brushed past Loretta and into the autopsy room. 

Loretta raised an eyebrow at Chris who scoffed and went to Sebastian’s lab. Loretta shook her head and went back into her autopsy room and closed the door. She had drawn the blinds shut. “Alright Darlin’, I need you to take your vest and shirt off so I can check your ribs and shoulder.”

A grimace flickered on your face, but you didn’t let Loretta comment on it as you started to take your vest off. Your eyes squinted in the pain it caused you to take the vest off. You laid it on the autopsy table behind you. You paused. You knew with how you were feeling, you were going to have bruises. Your vest had not been able to protect you from the brunt of the impact when the man had kicked you. You sighed quietly and started to pull your shirt off. Your muscles tensed as they protested at the movement. You couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath as you raised your arms with your shirt. Finally, you got it off and placed it with your vest. “Oh dear,” Loretta muttered. 

You looked down to your abdomen and winced. It was a deep purple as was your shoulder. “It doesn’t hurt that bad, Loretta,” you stated.

She glared at you and you took a small step backwards. “Don’t be lyin’ to me. You do, I can put you on mandatory leave until you’re completely healed.”

You nodded and sighed as she came over and started her examination. 

1 Hour Later

Chris and you have been going back and forth arguing since you had left the morgue. The second you were back at HQ, you jumped out of the truck, wincing as your sore body protested. As Loretta had finished up her examination, Chris had walked in, seeing the bruises covering your body and he’d cut himself off from what he had been saying, just staring at your bruises. You had hurriedly put your shirt back on. He hadn’t said a word until you got in the car.

Chris again matched you and you both quietly bickered and entered the building. Your frustration was building and you were pretty sure your face was coloring darker shades of red as the argument went on. You didn’t even greet Gregorio nor Pride as you went to your desk. Chris followed after you and stood in front of the desk, “you shouldn’t have tried to even hide it! Those bruises are bad! What the hell were you thinkin’?! You should be at home-”

You snapped, “I FEEL FINE! I’ve told you that a thousand times and you continue to hassle me about it! I’m tired of your hypocrisy! WHY THE HELL DO YOU EVEN CARE SO MUCH?!”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE MY PARTNER AND I DON’T LIKE SEEIN’ YOU HURT!”

“Would you do this to King? Gregorio?”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what? Call you out on your biased opinions? Hypocrisy ring a bell?”

You were standing in front of him by now, only inches away from completely touching him. “Don’t,” his tone was much darker as he glared down at you.

“I have a damned right to know why the hell you care so much more about me that you have to argue with me nonstop about a couple of bruises that’ll heal up in a week or so. It’s not like I’m lucky to be alive like when that gun jammed when the punk shot at-”

“Dammit (Y/N)! I’m in love with you and I don’t want to ever see you hurt!”

You took a couple of steps back, looking at Chris, your jaw dropped. You tried to form words but none came. Chris growled out something you didn’t catch and walked away. You reached out to him, but didn’t move. 

You slowly started coming back to animation. You grabbed the keys to your car from your desk, avoiding King’s and Gregorio’s gazes as you left the building. 

3 Weeks Later

You had called Pride the morning after yours and Chris’s blow out and mentioned you’d be taking a couple of weeks to fully heal. Without prompting, he told you of how Lasalle was by text every day, and though you didn’t want to think about the man, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

You knew you had feelings for him, you’d been hiding them for months...you just never knew he felt the same way, and it scared you. 

Today, you were coming back to work, you couldn’t hide behind your completely healed injuries now...and you needed to talk to Chris. 

You walked through the gate, nodding at the guard as you went and paused outside the entrance, hearing Gregorio and Pride talking. You entered and took a deep breath. You walked over to your desk and set down your bag, staying quiet for the moment. “C’mon King, you got nothin’ to say ‘bout the woman walkin’ down the stairs this mornin’?”

Your heart sped up at the sound of his voice and a smile presented itself on your face. You walked to the kitchen, leaning in the entrance, smiling as you saw the breakfast being handed out. “You’ve got impeccable timin’, (Y/N),” Pride stated as he fixed another plate of whatever he’d made for breakfast. 

“Oh, you know me...always there for the food.”

The occupants in the kitchen chuckled at that. You sat down at the table across from Chris who would look at you, then look away. Things use to never be this awkward between you two...you wanted to tell him that you felt the same, but that meant that you were making the feelings real. 

Pride’s phone beeped and he got it out of his pocket, sighing and setting down his napkin, “dead sailor at the docs. Loretta’s already there.”

2 days Later

You held the ice pack to your head, wincing as the cold met your aching head. “What happened,” Pride demanded.

“He came out of nowhere, knocked me down with a blow to the head. Don’t know exactly how much time passed before I could see straight again, but I saw Chris go down...looked like the guy was about to finish him off, tackled him, we fought over his knife...in redirecting the knife from myself, I stabbed him.” Not to mention the guy had gotten in a few good hits on you, not that you were admitting to that. 

“Alright, go to the hospital, get checked out. Check on Chris and let us know.”

You nodded and let the paramedics take you in the ambulance. 

You fought with the doctors, not wanting to get admitted. They agreed on the terms that you rest, no strenuous activities for the foreseeable future. That’s how you found yourself in Chris Lasalle’s hospital room, curled up on a semi-comfortable chair next to his bed, holding his hand like a lifeline. 

You’d called Pride when you were escorted to Chris’s room and gave him all the info he needed. Pride had told you that he and Gregorio would be over as soon as they finished the case. You watched Chris’s chest as it rose and fell. It was the one thing grounding you, telling you that he was alive...when you’d become aware in the warehouse, it didn’t seem possible that your partner would be alive as he went down. 

Quiet voices reached your ears as you slowly woke up. “-er go down. I was makin’ my way to her when he jumped on me. We fought for a while, got in a few good licks, but he knocked me out with whatever weapon he was usin’...she okay? She hasn’t moved in three hours.”

“I think she’s just exhausted. Stayed with ya all night while Gregorio and I closed the case. Been aweful worried ‘bout ya. Heard that she wouldn’t accept medical treatment unless she was free to stay in your room afterwards.”

There were quiet chuckles before Chris responded, “idiot. I oughda kick her ass fer that.”

“Don’t think you gonna be kicking any ass anytime soon,” you yawned, sitting up and smiling slightly. “You ever do something like this again, I’ll murder you myself.” 

“I’ll let you two talk.” 

You and Chris stared at each other for a while. You realized that his hand was still in yours and gave it a comforting squeeze, “when I saw you go down, I don’t know how long it had been since he hit me and I thought that you weren’t breathing. And I was terrified that when I was able to go check on you that you wouldn’t be breathing. Don’t ever do that to me again,” you whispered. 

Chris squeezed your hand, licking his lips. “I watched you crumble to the ground, didn’t know if he’d knocked you out or killed ya. Thought I would never get ta talk to ya again, or hug ya, or…” he trailed off, looking into your eyes.

“I’m fine,” you whispered.

He chuckled and shook his head, “got the report from Loretta. Multiple lacerations, mild concussion, bruised ribs...anything but fine.”

“So I’m fabulous is what I hear you saying.”

Chris laughed again, “I will agree you’re fabulous, but not with your injuries.”

“That hurts, Lasalle. It really does.”

“Only spoutin’ the truth.”

You stood up, leaning over him, hands still intertwined. 

“Thought your Mama taught you to be nice to women.”

“Only ones that are nice to me first.”

“Oh, so you’re saying that I’m not nice.”

“‘Course not. I’m sayin’ you’re intense.”

“Intense,” you snorted.

Chris raised his free hand to your face, bringing you closer to him, “yeah...but I love that ‘bout ya.”

Forever Tags

@miraclesoflove

NCIS

@stanathanxoox

[autobotgirl15-blog]

Can't be true, Part 2.

Christopher Lasalle x Reader

Spoilers for season 6

Episode: Matthew 5:9

Part 2.

It's been a while since I had been in Loretta's morgue, but I made an exception. We had solved the case and I had to see Chris. I had to tell him that we had brought him justice. Walking up to the door I unlocked it using the key Loretta had given me. She knew just as much as anyone that this was harder on me and that I needed time. Once I was inside the office I shut the door behind me and sat my stuff down. I looked over and slowly made my way over to the slot that was housing my husband's body.

Unlocking it and opening it felt strange and wrong. I ignored the feeling and pulled the slab out. I just stood by him and looked at him. Even in death he was still as handsome. Memories both good and bad came racing back to me. I once again ignored it. There were already tears streaming down my face. I choked back a sob and began to speak. "Hey Bama....we did it. We did it baby. We got the people who did this to you, and to cade...." the tears came harder. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you. I'm so sorry I didn't have your back baby. I'm so sorry. All I want is for you to smile and open those eyes I fell in love with. I keep thinking that this is a joke....a joke your playing on me for pushing you off the dock last time we were in Alabama...but I know it's not and the pain in my heart feels so unbearable. I'm so lost without you by my side Chris."

"Ah Sugarbelle, I'm ah always be by ya side." You sucked in a breath and looked up. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Christopher Lasalle...your husband was standing over his own body. You felt both scared and confused. "Wha?" Christopher laughed. "I told ya I'd come back an I'd be your guardian angel." You couldn't quite comprehend what you were seeing. You kept your eyes on him and he walked over to you. As he touched your face you couldn't hold it in anyone. You started sobbing. He looked at you and smiled as he wrapped his strong arms around you. "Don't leave me...please don't leave me. I don't wanna be without you. Christopher please...." you said, begging as you sobbed into his chest. He brought his hand up and started stroking your hair.

After a few minutes you pulled away and looked up at him. He smiled at you and then gave you a serious look. "Ya know I died before we couldn't tell the team. They deserve to know...." he said softly to you. You nodded your head and looked down "How do I tell them? With everything going on...I can't put them through that." Chris sighed "It a be worse if you don't tell them and they find out later on. If you tell them you won't be alone and they can help you get through this. Help ya get through this alive." You looked at him. "Damnit Chris! What if I don't wanna survive?! Huh?! Maybe I wanna go out so that way I can be with ya again!! So I can be with my husband!" Christopher just looked at you. "Y/N....they deserve to know. They deserve to know about your depression. I know this hurts but you have to rely on your family. Baby ah know I'm not here physically anymore with you but ah am always here in your heart."

You nodded. You understood. You looked up at your husband. "I'll tell them....you're right." He smiled and walked up to you. He took your face in his hands and leaned down and gave you a sweet but passionate one last kiss. "Ah had to return the favor." Chris smirked. You smiled "I wish it wasn't the last one....but I'll take it. I love you Christopher Lasalle. I always will." Christopher smiled "I love you Y/N Lasalle....forever an always."

[that-yandere-life]

#12 "I’m only this desperate for you." & 22 "If I’m the one you love, then why do you look at them like that?" with LaSalle

Prompt #12: “I’m only this desperate for you.”

Prompt #22: “If I’m the one you love, then why do you look at them like that?”

One morning you had gone to a local coffee shop to get your fuel to start the day. Grabbing your cup you sat down sipping on it just doing some lazy people watching. In walked in some cute guys you happened to notice that were all wearing professional jersey’s of some sort. One of the guys winked at you making your cheeks heat up, although it was a short lived feeling when your boyfriend walked into view.

“Excuse me ma’am, can I see you outside? Official police business and all. I have some questions for you regarding an open murder case.”Chris asked firmly making everyone stare at you with intense curiosity. “Don’t make me take you into custody.”He added eyeing you up and down with anger in his features.

“What the hell Chris?”You whispered to him standing up feeling him grab your elbow leading you out of the shop. Sadly leaving your sweet elixir of life behind at the table, that the guys were now heading over to sit down at. Not answering you he dragged you over to an empty alleyway slamming you against the brick wall trapping you.

“You done eye fucking those guys in there?”Chris asked looking at you pointedly. “Or do you have some time for your hard working boyfriend?”He added snidely.

“I wasn’t even looking at them like that, you know damn good well that you are the one I love more than life itself. Like you always tell me, constantly be on the alert. You never know when someone means you harm.”You spat back growing more and more enraged. “Instead of coming and having a nice drink with me, spending time with me… you decided to embarrass me so bad that I can never go back there.”You growled pushing against him to try and get out, but it was a lost cause.

“If I’m the one you love, then why do you look at them like that?”He inquired keeping you firmly against the wall leaving you no give whatsoever.

“Again I wasn’t! I was waking up like I do every morning. I am lucky that I can even see clearly this early! Plus someone drank all of the coffee in the house and didn’t bother to tell me so I could buy more! How desperate do you have to be to call your own girlfriend a murder suspect in front of strangers?”You replied now glaring at him.

“I’m only this desperate for you! You are mine, it’s time you remember that. I thought we were past all this bullshit, but I feel like you are trying to make a mockery of me. People in this town know who I am, and who you are with. It will get back to me quicker than you can say roll tide…”Chris sighed leaning in pressing his lips firmly to yours. “I love you more than you can ever even begin to imagine. No one will ever love you as much as I do, that is something that will never change. Doesn’t matter if you want it to or not, now be a good girl and go home.”He demanded letting you off the wall.

“I have work Chris, I can’t just go home because you are mad at me. That isn’t how this works.” You responded rolling your eyes starting to walk away only to be pulled back against his form.

“Not today you aren’t, go home I will call you work and tell them you had an emergency with your family. I don’t want you tempted to rabbit on me. Don’t argue with me or your punishment later will be much worse than it already is going to be.”Chris growled in your ear. “Unless you want me to walk you home, but then again I’ve already wasted too much time chasing after you. So go, don’t make me tell you again.”He firmly stated letting you go one last time, letting you know he was always watching your every movement.

[I totally read all of his lines in his voice and it gave me chills! I really hope that you like it! Thank you so much for the request!

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Teasing

“Would you want to have a baby with me?                                      “I’d love to have your baby.” - Chris LaSalle x reader

You stood watching your husband as he was finishing up his paperwork for the evening. Of course it was late but there was something about the way his brow furrowed and his tongue was poking through pursed lips that was driving you crazy. You couldn’t wait to get home and devour this man, after a taxing 72 hour case with almost no breaks you were ready to go home, unwind and relax. Finally you see him put down his pen and he gets up to put it on Pride’s desk before he turns around. You’d already gotten to your feet, standing almost directly behind him and he gasps

“Hey babe, what can ah do for ya?” he asks and you give him a quick once over as you bite your lip and ask

“Would you want to have a baby with me?” his cheeks flush, eyes dilate as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in close and whispers his response

“Ah’d love to have your baby, Y/N”. Before you know it your lips are crashing together as your hands run up under his shirt, feeling the warm strong muscles there, and he groans. The sound exciting you and setting something inside you on fire before you realise where you are and you pull back slightly and whisper

“Car, Chris. We need to go home and then you can have your way with me” you promise and he growls placing one last kiss to your lips, as he quickly retreats, rounding up his things as you do the same before you quickly make your way out the door and towards the car.

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The way Chris said "We'll get you a dog" made me cackle and I don't know why

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There is a carnival in town so of course Christopher wants to go, his face lights up when he asks you to go you just can’t say no.

When you get to the carnival his excitement has gone up a level and it makes you smile as he holds your hand as you walk around taking it all in.  

You realise though that its not just a random walk through, he definitely leading you somewhere.  And that’s when it hits you - the big wheel.  You are not the best with height but you know you won’t say no and Christopher knows it too.

“Come on, it al be fun”.

“How do I let you talk me into these things.”

He smiles “You love me.”

You roll your eyes as he laughs and you both make your way to get on the big wheel.

As soon as you sit down and that bar bar goes down you immediately regret your decision especially when it moves and you start to go up.  You hold on tight to the bar.  When it nears the top the wheel stops to let others on and you tense up.

“Come on sugarbelle”  He holds his arm out so you can snuggle against his side you immediately move closer to him and relax. “We can get wave to get off when it goes round.”

You shake your head “No I will be fine bama, its kinda nice to be snuggled up next to you.”

You snuggle closer and wrap your arms around him as he kisses the top of your head maybe its not so bad after all.

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Rule 34 (Christopher Lasalle x Reader)

•• Hello everyone! Phew, it's almost been a whole month since I posted that Gibbs rules thing lol but I promise I'm working on them. Anyway, @alkow asked for rule 34. Hope you don't mind I used Lasalle for this one 😜 I hope you all enjoy! ••

The city of New Orleans was used to drug dealers, big and small. Being a port city made it a perfect place for distribution up the Mississippi. Which is also why it wasn't a shocker that sometimes those good ole boys in the navy got caught up in the drug business. And sometimes one of those good ole boys ends up dead. That was the case with Jacob Fitzgerald. He'd been found by a good samaritan in an alley on his way to work. After asking his shipmates it turns out he was going to turn in a fellow sailor for selling cocaine on the side. He'd taken his stash and hidden it, threatening to turn him in if he didn't stop, trying to give the guy a second chance. You'd been the one to find out Jacob’s wife and two kids were in danger, one of his bunkmates said something about Brad, the suspect, finding his wife and making her talk. When you and Chris showed up for protection duty she had no idea where any drugs were, but you brought her and the kids to an NOPD safe house just in case.

“Hey,” You walked into the living room from the kitchen, seeing Ms. Fitzgerald sitting on the couch, curled into herself, staring at the front door. “I think you need this more than me.” Handing her a mug of coffee. She gave you a small smile as she took it from your hands.

“Thanks.” She took a long sip. “It's just...so much to process. I don't even know how the kids are processing it.” You nodded. It had to be a lot.

“You just need some time.” You tried to sound reassuring. She finished the mug of coffee and you found an old radio in one of the closets. You plugged it in and set it to a pop station. Happy songs filled the air as you tried to boost the mood of the house. Chris came in through the front door after taking a walk around the perimeter.

“Nothing suspicious out there. A deer gave me the side-eye though.” You rolled your eyes as he came up behind you putting his hands on your hips.

“Alright country boy, how about we go check how the kids are doing with that puzzle in the back room.” You lead the way down the narrow hall and knocked on the doorframe before walking in.

“Hey, guys how's it going back here-!” Your heart stopped at the sight of an iPad in the little boy's hands. “SHIT!” You yelled, ignoring you were dealing with kids. You swiped it out of his hands, much to his protest.

“Hey!” Chris bite his lip.

“Think Brad and his friends been tracking it?” You swiped to turn it off and sighed.

“I hope not.” The lights switched off and you knew you were wrong. They'd tracked it, and they were here.

“Everybody in the shelter, now!” You blinked. You'd never seen Chris take the initiative like this before. Chris opened the closet of the bedroom, which was the makeshift bomb shelter. Kinda like the one at Gibbs's house when you went for a visit last spring. You ushered the kids inside and Ms. Fitzgerald came running. As soon as she got in Chris slammed the door shut and locked it.

“Chris! What the f-!” You stopped yourself this time. “What are you doing?” You yell through the door.

“Protecting you.” He states. He sighed. “I'll come to get you when it's safe. Keep them calm.” You heard his footsteps rush off and you felt like screaming at the top of your lungs. You did the next best thing and pulled on your hair.

“That's all well and good,” The tears were coming now. “But who's gonna protect you, dumbass!” You hear a sniffle beside you and you get down on the floor and wrap your arms around the little boy. It's minutes of agonizing silence before gunshots ring out. The boy in your arms screams and you slam your hand over his mouth, pulling him closer.

“Shhhh. Shhhh. You'll be alright as long as you stay quiet.” God, you wished you'd been right. Someone started pounding on the door.

“You in there, bitch? After I get what I want I'm gonna kill you and your kids. Just like I did that NCIS agent!” You pushed the kids and Ms. Fitzgerald into the closest corner and stood up and drew your weapon, pointing it at the door. If Brad got through the door you were damn sure he wasn't gonna touch the Fitzgeralds. You tried to keep your breathing steady. He said he'd killed Chris. You don't know whether to believe him or not. Either case, you weren't letting him get past you without a bullet in his gut.

“Your husband should have never taken my-!” Brad had started to taunt Miss Fitzgerald but he was cut off and a heavy weight landed on the door. There was shuffling and the door opened. Something fell through and you shot. Your shoulders heave. It was the suspect's body, but he was dead before you'd even got your shot off. The bullet missed the body and splintered the wood of the door frame.

“Fuck!” A voice you'd know anywhere. “(Y/n), it's me!” It was almost like you completely forgot where you were. You dropped your gun and ran out of the shelter and pinned Chris up against the wall. You curl your hands around the collar of his shirt and push your face into his chest.

“You asshole!” You manage to garble out on through your sobs. “He said he'd killed you.” He sighs, pushing away from you slightly. He smiles, lifting up his shirt to show the bulletproof vest he'd been wearing, and the bullet predominantly sticking out right below his stomach.

“If I hadn't worn my vest like you always nag me to, I would be.” He winced as he put his shirt back down. You looked back at Brad’s body.

“Just…don't ever do anything like that again. I know you took that out of Gibbs's playbook.” He blinked.

“How do ya-”

“You know I talk to Ellie and McGee almost every week, right? They filled me in on all the rules.”

“Alright,” He winced again. “Should probably call this in and get an ambulance up here. Think I've got a broken rib.” You pulled out your phone. This was going to be fun to explain to Pride and the Director.

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62 and 88 sweet fluff with LaSalle. Btw bought ya a coffee sweet stuff 😉

Little Mama

A/N: Omg! Thank-you so much for the coffee!! That means so much too me - more than ya ever would know! I love you, anon!

To say that it was a long day, was an understatement. The only good part of the day was that you and the team had caught the son of a bitch that was threatening the city. But, at the same token, that meant paperwork. And since the weekend was up and coming, you wanted to get that paperwork behind you. So, you opted to stay behind and finish wrapping up the case.

Your sweet country boyfriend was the last to leave the squad room. He made sure to promise that when you were done, there would be a surprise waiting for you at home. That all but made you even more anxious to finish the paperwork, and book it home.

After what seemed like forever, you finally finished the massive amount of paperwork. When you arrived at home, your ceriosity was surly raised, when you noticed that a majority of the lights were off. As you entered the home, you kicked your shoes off as you called his name, “Chris?”

“Just a moment,” he called back to you. Within a beat, he was making his way towards the foyer with a large smile plastered on his face.”Ah got a surprise for ya.”

“So I’ve noticed.” You smirked.

With a sweet kiss planted on your lips he didn’t stop smiling. “How was the paperwork?”

“Please shut up. Just shut up about shop talk, handsome.” You laughed, “What’s this surprise?”

With a laugh, he held his arms out, “Come here.” He gestured. Once you were in his arms, he spun you so that he was behind you and covered your eyes. Guiding you to the kitchen table, he slowly pulled his hands away. “Ah wanted t’show ya how much ah love ya, little mama.”

“Oh Chris.” You smiled, as you noticed a romantic dinner sitting on the table. “You didn’t have to.”

“Sure ah did, Sugarbelle,”

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I Got You!

A/N: I've not seen many episodes of this so far (only like the first 14) but I just wanted to see how writing for a character from it would work for me. Hopefully I'll get better, but for now, here’s my first attempt at writing LaSalle.

(gif not mine. credit to owner) 

Prompt(s): "Are you safe? Where are you now? ... Tell me that if nothing else. Are you safe?", "I got you, it’s okay. It’s okay"

Pairing: LaSalle x Reader

Word Count: 765

Warning(s): A bit of angst, I guess.

Hope you enjoy it! And as always, feedback is appreciated. :)

“If we don't find her real soon, ah'm have to start kicking down some doors, King.”

It hadn't even been 24 hours since you were kidnapped on your way back home after work last night. You weren't an agent, but you were apart of the family, and LaSalle was always worried that something like this was going to happen. Just because you weren't an agent, it didn't mean that his career wouldn't put people close to him in danger and because of that, Chris couldn't help but blame himself.

“We're gonna find her, Christopher, I promise.” Pride assured him. It was getting later and later and the sun started to set, the team trawled the streets and soon, LaSalle was going to start making good on the promise he made earlier of kicking down some doors. As Percy went of down one way of the area they were searching with Brody, Dwayne and Chris went the opposite, hoping someone would've seen something.

After a further half an hour of searching, LaSalle's mobile began to ring. He didn't recognise the number but picked up immediately, “Hello?” his voice spoke down the phone, all he heard in reply was heavy breathing. “Hello?”

The breathing that Christopher heard briefly stopped, the silence was followed by a deep shaking breath, “Chris?” your voice trembled.

His eyes widened at hearing your voice, “[Y/N]?” Pride turned immediately when LaSalle said your name. “[Y/N] Are you safe? Where are you now? ... Tell me that if nothing else. Are you safe?” his stomach turned waiting to hear your reply, but there was none, you just didn’t have the energy. He scuffed the soles of his shoes across the concrete as he paced back and forth knowing he'd probably faint if he stood still. “[Y/N], are you okay?”

“No. Not really but I have no idea where I am.” you eventually stuttered, the sadness evident in your voice. You were sure you had some broken ribs, and you already knew for sure that your face wasn't looking to pretty. All you wanted was the team to find you, but you honestly had not one clue where you had been left.

“You stay right where you are, we're gonna find you. We'll be there as soon as we can, okay?”

“Yeah.” you replied ever so softly, eyes filling up with tears at just being able to hear his voice.

“Just don't panic. We're gonna find ya.” Chris hung up the phone and instantly phoned Sebastian back at NCIS, “Sebastian, I need a trace on the last incoming call to my cell now. I need to know where it is.” Christopher couldn't help but keep pacing up and down the pavement, Brody and Percy had now re-joined the them and Pride told them to go back to the office and they would retrieve you once they knew your location. LaSalle's phone pinged with a text from Sebastian with an address, and both he and Pride dashed off to get to you as soon as possible.

You sit against a wall in an alleyway near the payphone that you called LaSalle from, you sobbed quietly into your knees that were pressed against your chest before you heard a car accelerate down the street and the brakes suddenly screeched. You didn't even have the energy to get up or even call out LaSalle or King's name, the best you manage was hope that they find you.

Chris didn't even thick twice before making the alleyway his first checking place, it was dark so LaSalle shined his torch down the alley. Looking towards the light, you squinted your eyes trying to make out the figure holding the flashlight, “Christopher?” your voice whimpered, trying not to cry any more, but it's all you wanted to do.

“[Y/N]?” he confirmed, “King?! Over here!” he rushed over, crouching down by your side. He cupped your chin in his hands, moving your head from side to side to check the wounds on your face. You looked at him and you couldn't hold it in any more and burst into tears. Chris wrapped his arms around you, though your whole body was hurting you didn't care, you had what you've been needing since this started. You sobbed hard into his shoulder, not letting go, “I got you, it’s okay. It’s okay.” LaSalle vowed softly. He hated seeing you in distress, and he would stay wrapping his arms you forever if he could but he knew he had to get you to a hospital and checked out.