#NCIS nola reader insert

[stanathanxoox]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[toby-35]

NCIS REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

[dwaynepride]

23 - carrying the other one in their arms words: 482 warnings: none

The fish was a lot bigger than you or Chris expected.

He told you the fish in this lake weren’t very big. It’s been a while since you’ve done any fishing, and he figured he’d ease you back into it. Take you to a place where the fish are nice and small and practically fighting each other to get on the hook and you’d have some fun.

This one, though. This fish was probably eating all the other fish. It was gigantic, and Chris didn’t even take you seriously until he noticed the pole dipping down. He didn’t get up and make his way over until he saw you stumble forward.

“Don’t lose the pole!” He calls out with a smirk. He was joking.

He didn’t think you’d actually get pulled in when the fish yanks on the line a little harder.

Your scream is cut short when you disappear under the water, and Chris is sprinting to the end of the dock in a second. He stands over the lake, watching for a heartbeat as your arms flail around in a panic. When your head breaks the surface, you cry out his name before you go back under.

You don’t fish often because swimming isn’t exactly something you’re good at. Chris promised that swimming would only scare the fish away. How was he supposed to know you’d get pulled in?

Immediately, he slips out of his flip-flops and jumps into the water right beside you. And you heard his splash, because you’re instantly climbing onto him. Nearly dunking his head under the water, but Chris is a strong swimmer and he’s able to pull you securely into his arms. And once you’re clutching onto his shoulders, chest to chest, you finally stop flailing. You’re panting hard, hair soaked and flat, eyes wide with fear.

And you notice Chris is grinning.

“Are you...Chris, are you smiling? I could’ve died!”

He can’t help it. He snorts in amusement. “Sugarbelle, you wouldn’t have died.”

“How do you know? You also told me the fish here were tiny, and I was just pulled in by fucking Jaws! You know I can’t swim.”

His arms lower you down just a little. You tense up immediately, but Chris is still smiling. Still watching you with bright eyes. “Sugar, try standin’ up.”

You blink at him. Chris nods, and you straighten your legs out. Much to your surprise, your feet touch the sandy bottom of the lake. And by the time Chris lowered you down the whole way, the water was only up to your chest. Still too deep for comfort, but definitely not life-threatening.

He doesn’t say anything, though. Doesn’t tease you about it. Doesn’t even pull his arms away. And that does make you feel better, despite the embarrassment. “I lost your pole,” you tell him.

“‘S fine. You’re more important than a fishin’ pole.”

[quanticowrites]

Autumn Rain (Dwayne Pride x Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[wanna-see-my-lease]

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

Bullet

Masterlist

Show: NCIS New Orleans

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

Pairing:  Christopher LaSalle x Reader

Warnings: Touch of angst with fluff

Word Count:  596

Reading Time: 2+ minutes-ish

Request: Requests are open - check out the prompts list here.

Prompt: #28: “I care about you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why didn’t you say something?”

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

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

[navalcriminalimagines]

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

TY 🖤❤️🖤❤️

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

Lazy day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sweetheart, I can’t—“

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

“Did you—hide the keys or something?”

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

“It’s not that high.”

“Dwayne Cassius Pride! Seriously!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He kissed your temple, agreeing to the rule.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You knew the rules.” You chuckled.

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

“You had thirty minutes to go.”

“I didn’t want to and now I do.”

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

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

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

“When?”

“Today.”

[stanathanxoox]

You Did Good

bumping shoulders into each other - Dwayne Pride x reader

The two of you are walking back to the cars after wrapping up the case, you’d handed over the suspects to the police, you’d been checked out after one of the suspects had pulled a knife on you and attacked you with it causing a small laceration to the upper arm which had luckily not required a trip to the hospital or any stitches.  To say Dwayne is proud of you and the way you handled yourself is an understatement, so he does the one thing he knows you will reciprocate fully and being on your uninjured side he bumps into your shoulder gently and you smile, returning the gesture.

“You did good out there Y/N” he says and you look up at the man that you admired so much and give a sheepish smile

“Really?” you ask and he nods

“Really, not everyone would be able to handle themselves the way you did Y/N, especially with someone carrying a knife but you did well” he praises. You reach out and give his hand a gentle squeeze

“Thanks Pride, I appreciate it” you say and he squeezes back, eyes not leaving yours as he does so. And suddenly like a magnet being drawn together, so are you, your arms wrapping around his neck as he wraps his around your waist pulling you closer as your lips crash together. And suddenly everything feels right in the world.

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[probiefanatic12-blog]

Angel

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dwaynepride]

33 - tasting their smile | prompt list words: 447 warnings: none

The sun will be rising soon. It’s been a long night, and you want to see it. Feels its warmth.

But it can wait.

It’s dark in the apartment. Dark and silent and you’re having a hard time trying to keep the noise down. You know Tammy can be a light sleeper, especially if you’re not with her. It wouldn’t take much to bump into something and wake her up - you know she’s tired too, and deserves some sleep.

Despite heavy eyes and dragging feet, you manage to make it into the bedroom without waking her. Most nights, the dull sound of her snores might keep you up. Right now, they nearly make you fall asleep standing up.

You don’t even bother changing into proper pajamas and brushing your teeth. It’s enough to simply shed your work clothes, pull on a loose shirt, and finally stumble your way to bed. Of course, your side isn’t empty. Tammy has a tendency of flipping over to your side of the bed, even if you’re laying in it.

It’s too late (early?) to carefully push her to her own side. So you knee her leg back, making just enough room for you to climb into bed.

Of course, that finally wakes Tammy. Her soft snores are cut short by a sharp inhale, and you see the messy silhouette of her hair pop off her pillow and look your way. Despite the exhaustion tugging on your limbs, it makes you smile. You’d have to tease her about her bedhead in the morning.

“You’re home,” she breathes out softly.

You hum in response.

And once you’re finally settled down, letting out a slow sigh, Tammy turns toward you and moves closer. Her legs tangle in yours and her messy bedhead tickles your face but it’s a closeness you’ve been looking forward to. You didn’t intend to stay out so late. Things just kept coming up. And you knew Tammy wanted to get an early start in the morning to spend the day together.

But maybe, just once, you two can spend the morning in bed.

“What time is it?” Tammy mumbles out.

“4 o’clock,” you answer. A heartbeat of silence passes. “Happy anniversary.”

Tammy huffs in amusement, and she lifts her head to eye level. You can barely see her in the lowlight, but you recognize the smile wrinkling her eyes. And you felt the pull of her lips when she leaned in to kiss you. She’s slow and groggy, but still smiling because at least you made it home mostly on time.

It’s a different sort of kiss when Tammy is smiling - when she’s genuinely happy. It’s unexplainable, but it’s your favorite.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, we’re going in.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you did.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Was that a joke?”

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

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

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

“I could say the same thing to you.”

“Well?”

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

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

“Dinner?”

“Tonight?”

“Pizza? You still kinda owe me one.”

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

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

“Until tonight.”

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Requests are open!

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Douglas Hamilton (NCIS: New Orleans) : Home Sweet Home ; Distracted ; I can be that someone ; Saving water ; Wishes

Joel Miller

Aaron Hotchner

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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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Looks Good On Ya'

gif is not mine

prompt by @me-writes-prompts

“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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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."