#ncis new orleans

[bishopsbelova]

I love that the NCIS franchise (empire let’s be real) believes in girl!dad supremacy

[bullet-prooflove]

from the smut dialogue prompt: "I wanna go again." for Dwayne Pride, please ^_^

Tagging: @kmc1989 @mandy426 @luckyladycreator2 @buckysteveloki-me @virgils-left-hoodie-string

Marriage makes you insatiable, that’s what Dwayne learns in the first twenty four hours of his honeymoon in Memphis. The two of you spend hours in your hotel suite, making love to the sound of the street musicians serenading you from pavement below.

“Christ, that was…” He honestly has no words for it.

Monumental? Transformative? Earth shattering?

All of them seem redundant.

The sex it was ruinous before you were married, now…

Well he simply doesn’t have the words for it.

You huff a laugh into the curve of his throat, your lips brushing over his pulse point as your body drapes across his like the sweetest blanket. His palm comes to rest on your thigh, thumb stroking over the scar etched into the flesh.

“I thought it was supposed to slow down once you put a ring on my finger.” You tease, your fingertips tracing along the length of his cock, he’s still coated in you, still impossibly hard. “Oh you’re insatiable for me aren’t you?”

His head tips back into the pillow, a low moan escaping his lips as your hand wraps around him, gliding up and down his dick.

“You can go again for me, can’t you Dwayne?” You whisper into his ear, his breath hitching. “You can show your wife how much you love her?”

“Yes.” He murmurs as you shift position, straddling his hips. “God yes.”

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[ghostiebugbooks]

I caught up on the original NCIS recently. I absolutely LOVE the show, so much. I never expected it to mean so much to me. I'm now watching NCIS: New Orleans.

[ncis-yp]

Saint Tony (Tony DiNozzo x reader) part 1; fluff

You’d been working at NCIS for a few months. Gibbs saw you working for the police department. You were a detective that wasn’t taken seriously. You made observations and figured out things that the other cops didn’t, but you were so young, you were a girl. Nonetheless, Gibbs asked you to come work for him. And that’s how you met Tony.

You: I’m going drinking tonight with the girls.

You respond to his text. You hadn’t been talking to Tony for a long time, had only been friends since you started at NCIS.

Tony: Oh fun! What bar?

He replies he wasn’t gonna show up. He just wants to make sure you’re safe

You: Stevie’s

You say, a dc famous western themed bar/club known for its really good drinks and music but terrible violence. You had been fine in your past experiences, so you didn’t think much of it.

Tony: Taking a gun?

You: Mmm I thought about it but not tonight

Tony: Have a DD?

You: No we’re taking an Uber.

Tony: Well call me when you get home, or if you need anything

You: Okay thanks dad 😂. You joke.

Tony: Wow I care about you and all I get is sarcasm? Not even a promise of a kiss

You: Aww poor Tony… baby needs some attention.

Tony: I mean, I wouldn’t mind having you to myself tonight

You: Ooo maybe maybe.

Being with Tony seemed like such an amazing idea. As much as you wanted to play around before giving in, you were wanting to dive head first into him.

Tony: Well go have fun with those girls! Call me. Be safe (y/n).

The disappointment settled in as he changed into some pj pants and his hoodie. He heated up some leftovers and turned on a movie.

Time skip~

Tony was asleep in bed. Meanwhile a night at the bar turned to be you starving, drunk, and desperately searching for your phone. When you finally found it, you called Tony.

“DiNozzo” he says sleepily into the receiver end.

“Hey Tony. Would you mind picking me up?” You ask. Your words slurring into each other.

“Yea, I’m on my way” Tony sat up and swung his legs out of bed. Grabbing his keys and wallet he left the house. 15 minutes later Tony’s Mustang was running idle in front of the bar. You walked to the entrance where Tony was standing. You laid in his arms as he leaned against the door of his car, laughing.

“Tony Tony Tony” you say.

“(Y/n)” he laughed. “Let’s get you in the car”

“Okay okay” you were giggling. Body shaking against Tony’s as you did. Tony was smiling. You looked so beautiful. A black satin dress, your hair was messy now, a little mascara under your eyes, but that lipstick was unmoved. He helped you into the car, running to the other side to get in.

You had your head on his shoulder. He could feel your light breathing on his neck. While waiting at a red light he tried to look down at you, he found your eyes looking at him. You moved your body, a drunk hand lazily moving around his neck. He moved his face to looking at you completely as you laid your lips on his.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” You whispered between kisses.

“Yes” he responds as he began driving to his apartment. Your hands all over his body. “(Y/n)” he moaned. He slowly started losing his composure. Dick hardening as he speedily drove to his apartment.

Tony was willing to admit that he wanted to have sex with you. But not drunk. He wanted you when you were sober. In his mind, if you love him sober, you’ll love him drunk. Not the other way around.

“Tony” you whispered in his ear.

“(Y/n)” he responded. Your hands still traveling around his body when he pulled up into the driveway. He parked the car and turned it off.

Once the two of you were inside, Tony took you to his bedroom. You drunkly got undressed. Tony had his back turned while you were pulling down your pants. He tossed one of his shirts on the bed.

“I’ll be back” he said and left the room retuning a few minutes later to see you sitting on the edge of the bed. “Brought baby wipes for your makeup” he shrugged crouching down to help you wipe it off.

You were smiling. You played with his hoodie strings while he cleaned off your face. Slowing down around your lips. You leaned down and kissed him. He kissed you back. Tony moved between your legs and you scooted back on the bed. The blankets already in disarray seeing as he was sleeping earlier.

“Tony…” you whisper palming him through his pajama pants. He shook his head, kissing you deeply.

He held your hips. Close to his.

“Fuck” he groaned as you moved against him.

He pressed his lips to yours one more time. You passionately kissed him back. He covered you with the blanket, as he noticed you were getting sleepier and sleepier.

“Goodnight gorgeous” he kissed you before cuddling next to you. You hummed in response.

[callmebrycelee]

HAPPY 44TH BIRTHDAY, GINO ANTHONY PESI!!!

[stanathanxoox]

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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Tag for NCIS NOLA: @flight-of-a-robin

[romancemedia]

NCIS Franchise

• NCIS (Sept 23rd 2003 - Ongoing) • NCIS: Los Angeles (Sept 22nd 2009 - May 21st 2023) • NCIS: New Orleans (Sept 23rd 2014 - May 23rd 2021) • NCIS: Hawaii (Sept 20th 2021 - May 6th 2024) • NCIS: Sydney (November 10th 2023 - Ongoing) • NCIS: Origins (October 14th 2024 - Ongoing)

[an-asexual-crow]

Ok so I'm a fan of NCIS shows. I've watched every single one that's in English those were my childhood shows (What parent let's their child watch a murder show? A really tired one.) My favorite NCIS has always Be NCIS New Orleans but I'm also a fan of the classic NCIS with Gibbs. Now Gibbs and king are very similar and very different. King is like

King: "You are my family. I will do anything for you and you are always welcomed her. I would kill someone for you."

Meanwhile Gibbs is like

Gibbs: "These are my idiotic children. I call them idiot 1 idiot 2 and idiot 3. I love them immensely, but they will never hear the words 'I love you' come from my mouth. Hitting them on the back of the head is my pat on the back. I would kill for them."

And continues to kill for them.

Like they're both icons and I love them for that.

[ncisladaily]

You and us both, TV Line. You and us both.

[ncisfranchise-source]

NCIS New Orleans Season 5 opening credits

[crouchingapple]

What a fine man you are, Dwayne Cassius "King" Pride.

[bishopsbelova]

I just would like to personally think the NCISverse and their love (obsession) for ball caps - that is all.

There is just something about those NCIS agents and their hats

[bullet-prooflove]

Valentine's Day Bingo 2025: What Happens In Atlanta - Dwayne Pride x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @mandy426 @luckyladycreator2 @buckysteveloki-me @virgils-left-hoodie-string

Another Sunny Day In Georgia Series:

Just Another Sunny Day In Georgia - You and Dwayne have a code phrase.

Rain - Dwayne thinks of you everytime it rains.

Dance With Me -Dwayne's happily surpised when you return home.

Atlanta - Dwayne realises something happened in Atlanta.

Lullabies - Dwayne sings you to sleep.

The Fall - Dwayne knows you're heading for a fall.

Case of the Ex - Dwayne is confronted with a face from your past.

Roof Top - Dwayne knows exactly where to find you.

The first time you’re husband tries to kill you, you don’t see it coming. You’re in the midst of an undercover drugs buy with the dealer, walking away with a bag full of heroin when the dealer wraps a bicycle chain around your throat and tries to strangle you to death.

Jared wants you to feel it he whispers in your ear. He wants you to fight for every last scrap of breath.

And you do, you fight so hard you kill the man whose trying to kill you.

All of this, you think as you lay in a hospital bed with a crushed larynx. All of this because you told him you wanted a divorce.

It’s the first time Dwayne’s heard the story and it’s told under the glow of a street light as you sit on a bench, sipping coffee as the sun starts to raise over New Orleans.

“What happened the second time?” He asks, his lips ghosting over your temple, his arm draped over your shoulders, holding you close. “What happened when you went back to Atlanta?”

“He hated me being there, hated that I was on his territory again. I think he was afraid I’d tell someone about the first time.” You say, your fingertips ghosting over the scars on your throat. “I woke up with his hands around my neck. He was wearing a mask but I knew it was him. Choking, it was his thing when we were together, it was the reason I was divorcing him, he was becoming too…”

You trail off then but Dwayne, his heart’s already fracturing because he understands now the secret you’ve been keeping, the weight of it, the horror. All of your behaviour, it’s textbook for sexual assault victims but he didn’t see it, he didn’t see it because all he saw was you, you back in his life after months apart.

“I know how his breathing changes, how his hips stutter, I know everything about that man but there’s nothing to prove it was him. He found a way to kill me without actually killing me and I… God I am so bitterly ashamed. I didn’t know how to tell you…”

You break then, every single part of you shattering and Dwayne, he falls apart too because Jared, he didn’t just kill you that night, he killed a piece of him too.

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[n-evermores]

20 NCIS holiday icons under the cut. Like/Reblog if you use.

[hetty-thequeenofncisla]

NCIS shows might get canceled, but they’re never gone for good. That’s what NCIS proved in its latest episode, titled ‘Bad Blood’ as the show used a very funny storyline to bring all the NCIS offices together. Or, at least sort of. The show features no characters from other NCISverse shows, but the show goes out of its way to establish the bonds between the offices are still strong.

But Timothy McGee isn’t one to take advantage of inter-office cooperation. But that’s not a problem, because Kasie Hines will do it for him. During the episode we hilariously hear her talking to “Michelle” [Mackey] from NCIS: Sydney about buying boxes of the coffee McGee is selling for the school charity drive, and later we see a board where Kasie has detailed all the NCIS offices that have bought coffee.

Of course, three of those shows are no longer on the air. NCIS: New Orleans, NCIS: Los Angeles, and NCIS: Hawai’i have all been canceled. But the offices still exist in the continuity, leaving open the possibility that we could see those characters again, even if it’s just for a brief time.

Meanwhile, NCIS: Sydney is still on the air, opening up the possibility of a two-show crossover, particularly with both shows getting early renewals this season from CBS. The franchise also has another show, NCIS: Origins, but considering that’s a prequel to NCIS, a crossover isn’t something that makes sense. We could, however, end up meeting younger versions of some iconic characters on that show. Dare we hope for Henrietta Lange?

[cinnikiroll]

you'll always be mine (dwayne pride x female reader)

Summary: You thought you'd escaped your relationship with Douglas Hamilton. But then he shows up when you least expect it.

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The sweet scent of flowers wafted through the air as you cursorily scanned the wedding venue for what felt like the hundredth time.

You couldn't believe you were getting married to the Dwayne Pride, beloved by all of New Orleans. Any woman worth her salt would die to even be looked at by Dwayne, and here you were, the most unworthy human being in the city, marrying him.

After your past relationship, which was more than a little painful and traumatic, you didn't think you deserved anything good. It had taken a long while and a great deal of patience on both your end and Dwayne's to heal your wounds, and even then, there were still scars left behind. But he was a kind and loving man, and he accepted you for who you were, scars and all.

Hearing a wedding march being hummed behind you, you turned around to see Loretta Wade, her arms full of boxes doubtlessly containing decorations. When the two of you made eye contact, she placed the boxes down and rushed to hug her. Loretta gave the best hugs- warm, motherly, and full of reassuring strength. You could use all the strength you could get at this point.

"Anxious about tomorrow?"

She asked, her expert doctor's eye noticing the way you were shifting on your feet and playing with the hem of your shirt.

At first, you didn't want to admit how you felt. Why would you be feeling anxious on the day before the biggest event of your life? You were supposed to be happy, not sick to your stomach and going through scenarios in your head where everything went wrong.

But then you saw the genuine concern in Loretta's gentle dark eyes, and you sighed deeply, knowing that lying would be pointless.

"I don't know why!"

You exclaimed, the anger you were directing at yourself evident in your tone.

Loretta frowned at your sudden change in tone and placed her hands on your shoulders, directing you to look her straight in her eyes and never look away. She was about to lecture you, you knew it.

With yet another sigh, you made eye contact with her, and prepared to take your medicine.

"My dear. Being anxious before a wedding is normal. I know I sure was before my own!"

She laughed, but it was a bitter laugh, full of pain.

You knew that her ex husband had not been a good partner, what with his constantly controlling and possessive behavior. It killed you to know that such a sweet woman had to experience such pain. She didn't deserve it.

Nobody deserves to be in a relationship like that, you thought to yourself, then begrudgingly added, not even you.

Your ex boyfriend, Douglas Hamilton- yes, that Douglas Hamilton, the mayor of New Orleans- hadn't been physically abusive in any way, nor did he ever verbally berate you (at least, not typically). But he was a busy man, and all the work he had to do left his nerves constantly frayed. It was a constant struggle, coming home and not knowing whether he'd be in a good mood and snuggle with you or be in a foul mood and throw things around like an Olympic discus thrower.

Whenever you approached him and tried to address his volatile emotions, he would get upset and constantly tell you that "it's normal" and that you were "just overreacting". He constantly assured you that he'd never physically hurt you, that he loved you, but living in the same house with someone like him ended up doing irreversible damage to your psyche.

So you left him.

It was a messy breakup, to say the least. Douglas had screamed, thrown a glass at you and cut your forehead, and then proceeded to cry and beg you to come back to him, insisting that you didn't know and could never know how much he loved you.

You had wound up kicked out of the home you'd lived in for years- you had lived in Douglas' home, but when you broke up, he had kicked you out without even letting you gather your belongings first- and alone on a late night in New Orleans.

Terrified and injured, you ran to the first public place you found, which happened to be the Trutone. Dwayne had been closing up, but when he saw you, he gladly ushered you in, treated your wounds, and, after hearing your story, offered you a home in the spare room of his apartment.

At first, you didn't trust him at all, not wanting to get into yet another toxic relationship. But as time went on, you learned that Dwayne was nothing more than a teddy bear with a professional facade. He would gladly listen to your pain anytime, and always promised to be there for you when you needed him, and he was.

Years passed, and you never saw Douglas again. His behavior and the way he manipulated you would forever scar you, but with Dwayne as your caretaker and lover, you had nothing to fear. Even if your crazy ex boyfriend did come by to pester you- which you doubted very highly judging by the fact that years had passed with no sign of him- you were safe and secure in the knowledge that you would never be hurt by him as long as your boyfriend was there to protect you.

After five painstakingly long, excruciatingly beautiful years of dating, Dwayne proposed to you. The proposal was a simple affair, as befitting his personality, but you couldn't have asked for more. You accepted, obviously, and that had led you to this situation...

"Dear? What is it?"

Loretta's sweet voice was a dam in the flowing river of your memories, stopping them short and bringing you back to the current time.

"Just... remembering the past, Loretta."

Your tone was melancholy, and she noticed that immediately. Knowing you were most likely remembering your previous relationship with Douglas, she pulled you into her arms again and held you tightly, stroking your back with her strong hands. The repetitive smooth motions of her callused palms, felt through the thin material of your shirt, brought you comfort, and you smiled up at the medical examiner, who winked cheekily in response.

Eventually, after what felt like a painfully short duration of time, Loretta let go of you and picked up her boxes again, busying herself with putting the final touches on the wedding venue's decorations.

As you turned to go, she called out to you one last time.

"My dear?"

You perked up, and turned to look at her.

"Yes, Loretta?"

"Nothing is going to go wrong. Try to relax and be excited."

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You almost believed Loretta's previous statement. After all, you were almost through your vows, and besides Percy and LaSalle getting into a fight in the back row over something that was most likely pointless, no major crises had occurred.

Dwayne was an Adonis in his simple black tuxedo. His gray-blue eyes sparkled enticingly in the bright natural light of the room, like a cloudy sky. You wanted to kiss him so badly, but you had to refrain from carrying out on your urge until the minister allowed the two of you to kiss.

"If anyone here can think of any reason why these two people before me should not be joined together in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."

At first, there was silence, as expected. The minister opened his mouth to continue, and a voice called out from the back of the aisle.

"I'd like to give my reason!"

Hearing that voice sent chills up your spine, and you unwittingly leaned closer to Dwayne, needing his touch, his strength, to anchor you.

The whole hall fell silent, all eyes on the protestor, who happened to be your ex boyfriend, Douglas Hamilton.

"Speak, sir."

The minister instructed, looking as shocked as everyone else at the sudden incursion.

Douglas took a deep breath and tousled his hair before speaking. Every last word he said made you tremble, and you yearned, more than anything, for Dwayne's comforting arms to be around you in that moment. But he was distracted, eyeing Douglas with hatred so thick and palpable you could reach out and touch it.

"I'll put it to you plain and simple, Minister. This woman does not, and never will, belong to Dwayne Pride."

You noticed Dwayne's hands clench into fists at that, the anger in his body visible through the whites of his knuckles showing.

Looking up at him with tears in your eyes, you silently begged him to say something, anything, to end this nightmare. But he didn't. He just stood and silently listened to Douglas' barrage of lies.

"She was mine for several years. We had a pleasant relationship, an amicable one, full of mutual respect and other... good Christian values."

You scoffed at that and muttered, "Bullshit," in a low voice, not wanting the minister to hear your sacreligious language. Dwayne met your eyes and nodded, evidently agreeing with that expletive.

"But then, one night, she just left me. I didn't know where she was, I searched for years, worried sick!"

Silently, tearfully, you pleaded with Dwayne not to believe his lies, to keep on loving you. He still hadn't acknowledged you at all, minus that slight head nod earlier, and it was making you sick with anxiety. If only he could just hold your hand, pat it, anything to show that he still cared!

"You and I both know that's a lie, Hamilton!"

Your pleas were answered, as Dwayne began to walk towards Douglas with his fists raised in a combative gesture. Loretta, LaSalle, Percy, and Gregorio all leapt up from their seats, ready for anything. You noticed the silhouette of a pistol in LaSalle's pocket, and silently prayed it didn't come to that.

The minister, who was now very confused and wanted desperately to avoid all out conflict, called out in a deep, resonant voice, hands raised to the sky as if he was praying during mass.

"Is there anyone here who can corroborate Mr. Hamilton's claims?"

"Mayor Hamilton," Douglas hissed angrily, always a stickler for making everyone know his rank and power.

"All men are equal in God's eyes, sir."

The minister retorted, evidently not a fan of Douglas' combative personality.

Nobody responded to the minister's previous question, leaving Douglas the lone supporter of his protest. One voice alone, raised in protest, led to nothing, and the NCIS team ended up escorting him out despite his protests and threats of violence against them.

While Douglas was being led away, you looked up at Dwayne, who still was visibly shaken and angry.

"Love?"

You whispered in a shaky voice, not expecting a response but deeply desiring one.

"Darlin'... you're safe. He's gone. We're safe."

His voice was gruff with emotion, and as he pulled you into his strong arms, you felt as if the world was melting around you, leaving the two of you alone together while everyone else disappeared.

"Everything he said-"

You said in a voice choked by tears.

"Shhh... I know. They're all lies. I know..."

"I'm sorry, I-"

"You may now kiss the bride."

The minister's consent shocked both you and Dwayne into silence, and the whole audience stared at the two of you as you stood in the middle of the aisle, looking up at one another with burning passion in your eyes.

"Dwayne-"

"I love you."

Dwayne locked his lips with yours, immediately seeking entrance with his tongue. You opened your mouth slightly, and his tongue entered, moving about and spreading the taste of bourbon and beignets all through your mouth.

You groaned softly, feeling your body grow pliant against his strong muscular chest. As you melted into a puddle in his arms, he finally decided to remove his lips from yours, and the audience cheered and clapped.

"You'll always be mine."

He murmured in a low, sultry voice, his lips lingering near yours again.

A soft moan was all you could manage as his lips connected to yours again, and the euphoria you felt repeated once again.