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The Cutest Damn Thing: Chris LaSalle x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @caffeinatedwoman  @mandy426 @yousigned-upforthis  @keyweegirlie 

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

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

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

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

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[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

[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)

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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.

[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.

[callmebrycelee]

HAPPY 44TH BIRTHDAY, GINO ANTHONY PESI!!!

[stanathanxoox]

Looks Good On Ya'

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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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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.

[crouchingapple]

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

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via TV Line (and submitted by our mod, @blogger360ncislarules !)

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

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The Storm: Dwayne Pride x Reader

Tagging: @mandy426 @Keyweegirlie @Luckyladycreator2 @Elixae @buckysteveloki-me

Companion piece to:

 Ro - Dwayne starts to see you in a different light.

Roses - Dwayne realises you’re being courted.

Waiting - Dwayne can't stand to see you with another man.

The night of the hurricane nobody knows where you are, not your family, not your friends, not the two men that love you more than life itself. At first Dwayne thinks you must be with Douglas, he knows there are specific protocols for the Mayor and his loved ones, he assumes you’ll be squared away somewhere safe.

It’s the panicked phone call he gets from Douglas that makes him realise you’re not where you’re supposed to be.

“She wouldn’t come to the shelter Dwayne, I tried but she wanted to be out there helping people, doing her job. Now I can’t get hold of her and this things it’s about to hit.”

His heart stops beating in his chest because Dwayne, he remembers what happened the last time you were trapped out in a storm like this. You’d almost died back in Georgia when one of the offshoots of Katrina hit, he thanks his lucky stars that you’d managed to keep your head above the water for as long as you did.

“I’ll do what I can to track her down.” He promises Douglas because the one thing the two of them can agree on is your safety.  

The storm intensifies, the wind shaking the windows of the NCIS building, the rain pelting the glass. The thunder roars and the lighting flashes and all Dwayne can think about is you, out there scared, alone.

He’s on this fourth round of calls when you force your way through the door. His head snaps up from his desk and he’s on his feet immediately. You look like hell. You’re drenched from head to toe, your clothes soaked thorough, there’s leaves twisted up in your gnarled hair and there’s a scrape on you face that definitely needs looking at.  

“Ro.” He whispers as he steps towards you. He can’t express the relief that rushes through his body at the sight of you standing there before him. He cradles your face between his hands, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “You scared the hell out of us sugar.”

“I had a neighbour, she’s elderly, she needed help.” You tell him through chattering teeth. “Once I got her squared away, I beelined for here to see what I could do to help but the storm…”

You lose your words then and Dwyane’s hands drift to your shoulders. You’re ice cold and soaked through. He’ll be lucky if you don’t go hypothermic.

The first order of business is to get you out of those wet clothes and into something warm. He sits you down in one of the plush red leather chairs in the alcove before he runs upstairs to grab a few clothes left over from the time he used to stay here. He ends up with a faded Jazz Fest t-shirt and a pair of sweats that have seen much better days.  

The lights flicker above him and he knows the two of you don’t have long before the hurricane hits. He sends you off to the bathroom to change before he sets up shop in the pantry.

Hurricane protocols instruct that you take up refuge in a small interior room on the lowest level of the building during the storm, away from windows with as many walls as possible in between you and the outside. When you step into the shelter, there’s a makeshift bed on the floor with just enough space for the two of you, a battery powered lamp and a small collection of water and snacks.

“I’m sorry.” He says as he gestures at the close proximity. “I thought I’d be here on my own, I’ve tried to make it as comfortable as possible.”

“It’s fine.” You say quietly and he thinks from your demeanour you may still be in shock from your earlier experience.

He gives you a minute to get settled before he closes the door behind the two of you, securing it the best he can. He turns on the storm light and it illuminates the small space. You’re already underneath the blankets when he climbs in alongside of you.

“It’ll probably be best to try and get some sleep.” He tells you as his cheek comes to rest on the pillow. “They’ll be a lot of work to do after the storm.”

There’s an intimacy in this he hasn’t anticipated. He’s done his best over the past few months to keep his distance from you but it all comes down to this. He’s about to spend the night, sleeping next to the woman he loves.

You’re still shaking, he realises, whether it’s from the cold or the anxiety of this whole situation he isn’t sure.

“Ro.” He says softly. “What do you need?”

A flush creeps across your cheeks and he can’t help but reach out and brush your damp hair away from your features.

“Can you…” You trail off because it’s such an embarrassing thing to ask of the man whose supposed to be your boss. “Can you just hold me? I need…”

To be warm…

To feel safe.

“I can do that.” He whispers as he gathers you up close, tucking you in against his form.

You can feel the heat of his body emitting through your t-shirt as you bury your face into the curve of his neck and Dwayne he inhales sharply at the sensation because being with you like this, it does things to a man. He tunes into the sound of your breathing, the even raise and fall of your chest, you’re starting to drift off now, he can feel you relaxing against him.

“You’re safe Ro.” He whispers, his lips brushing over your hairline. “You’re safe right here with me.”

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[bishopsbelova]

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

[jessi-2021471]

Radiant in red: A captivating smile that draws in hearts effortlessly red

[lexi-anastasia-astra-luna]

I loved him in NCIS.

I watched one or two old episodes of NCIS nearly everyday. I adore Ducky. He is adorable in the show.

He was a heartthrob back in the day my grandma said years ago. My mum says it too.

My gran before she died made me watch stuff with him in it. Movies; A Night to Remember, The Great Escape. Then To Trap a Spy, The Spy Who Killed Me One Spy too Many, The Spy in the Green Hat + = which were Man from U.N.C.L.E. Films. Plus the tv show The Invisible Man and any NCIS he was in.

You lived a good long life, now it’s time to rest in the stars 🌠💫✨🌟⭐️😭