#commander taylor

[handsome-edvard]

Buenas. I would like to follow up on my post from yesterday with the following pictures of Taylor’s arms which my OC (and I) love so much 😂😅

[dhplover]

#OTD in 2012:

Sharon: “These suspects identify themselves as LAPD Officers with badges and guns. They produce a warrant, seize all the gold in the store, saying they need to examine it for stolen property. Then they take the surveillance footage. And I know all this because PSB has been investigating these robberies for three months.”

Taylor: “It still doesn't mean these guys are Cops. Anyone can download a warrant off the internet.”

Sharon: “But the warrant left today demonstrates a professional understanding of the law & I can't afford to just hope that these people are thieves impersonating Officers.”

Pope: “She's right. She can't. So the case belongs to Professional Standards. I see no reason for Major Crimes to be involved.”

Brenda: “Excuse me?”

Sharon: “You haven't heard Chief Johnson's side of things. This robbery was significantly different than the others which is why I think that Major Crimes should be involved.”

Pope: “Significantly different, how?”

Brenda: “The thieves were interrupted and left tools behind.”

Pope: “Interrupted by whom?”

Brenda: “I'll get back to that.”

Taylor: “Lieutenants Flynn and Provenza.”

Brenda: “And there was a murder.”

Taylor: “I thought the victim died of a heart attack.”

Brenda: “During the commission of a felony which makes this a murder.”

Pope: “Is there any way I can just avoid asking this question? No. No, there isn't. Okay. Flynn and Provenza witnessed a robbery/murder without stopping it or collecting any evidence?

Brenda: “Uh, the female robber took off her latex glove.”

Pope: “So we do have fingerprints?”

Brenda: “We're having to wait.”

Pope: “Why are we waiting? I'm the Chief of Police. I'll call the Print Section and we'll put a rush on it.”

Sharon: “The glove is not with Print Section.”

Pope: “Of course not. Where is it?”

Brenda: “Lieutenant Provenza's ex-wife, Liz, was with him at the store and her dog Frank. Frank got to the glove first and consumed it.”

Pope: “If I'm understanding you correctly and fear that I do, Lieutenant Provenza's ex-wife's dog ate the evidence.”

Brenda: “And we're having to wait for it to reappear.”

Pope: “Alright, you know what, Captain? If this Is what you really want, then fine. You continue investigating the robberies and Major Crimes can handle the homicide but I want you, Chief Johnson, to work together and to share information. And please remember how the words ‘together’ and ‘share’ are traditionally defined.”

#TheCloser #FoolsGold

[kingbitchnara]

[reveluving]

i can be the one that takes you there ; commander taylor x reader

summary: it's just you and the commander tonight.

warnings: mentions of s~mut (minors DNI!), loads of kisses & a bit of fluff!

a/n: listening to virgo's groove got me imagining a fic with a certain commander because of have you seen that man? yes. please enjoy & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» curious about my writing? come & check out my main m.list!

'And though his heart soared over your darling token of appreciation, you could tell he also sought for more.' ;

You love Skye, Leah, and Sam like your very own, which is why you and Nathaniel took advantage of the house when they decided to stay over at the Shannons’ for the night—a well-needed adult time without the risk of scarring young minds. There was a mischievous twinkle in his sharp blue eyes before he carried you effortlessly to the bedroom, his rare, hearty laugh drowning out your whiny protests.

Imagine the Commander’s house being a mix of the command base and the Shannons’ house. His house would have an upper level, where your shared bedroom is, almost resembling the circular hut of the command base but would obviously be closed off and built with the usual, tougher reinforcements rather than just wood. A perfect combo of cream, red mahogany and the warm sunset hue that naturally sets the mood. Or dimming the lights when the both of you are feeling extra kinky, and tonight was no exception.

Sleep slips are his absolute kryptonite. Terra Nova has just the right amount of cool, especially in the night. You could be wearing anything and Nathaniel would still be getting ideas that could make a celibate run for their life. His other favourite look on you for nights like these would have to be a black bra and briefs combo, plus an untied robe just hanging over your shoulder. Whichever it may be, it would leave nothing to the imagination. 

He's taken off most of his clothes, sitting on the edge of the bed before pulling you to him to straddle his lap. He's a big man, and his thighs were no exception. Encompassing them would mean your legs would practically spread for his convenience.

Staring into each other’s eyes. You love it when he brushes his thumb across the plush of your lips the same way he adores the way you cradle his face. Rough and calloused, yet, careful as he felt you up. Your touches, on the other hand, were naturally soft, and so was your gaze. Though he had the upper hand, chuckling deeply as you look away out of shyness, he was a sucker for your hands. The passion was palpable, thick, begging for one of you to take the leap.

In fact, you did; by kissing his knuckles. The man is not so much into PDA for obvious reasons, but that doesn’t mean the colony don’t know that he is in fact, an absolute gentleman. There is not a single resident who has never seen him kiss the back of your hand or press his lips to your temple before breaking the embrace to kickstart the day. The only ones brave enough to tease him of his chivalrous side are the group of elderly ladies working at the market. Despite the glare he always has on his face, he takes it with stride, for you yourself have a soft spot for the ladies.

So, what better to repay him for unabashedly showing his love than by doing the same for him?

And though his heart soared over your darling token of appreciation, you could tell he also sought for more.

So, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his face. His scruffy beard tickled and almost prickled your soft skin as he playfully rocked his head between the valley of your breasts. One arm encircled your waist while the other slid up your body before pinching your nipples through the fabric, only to slip under them to roll the buds between his fingers.

He returned the favour by trailing kisses along your neck and shoulders. His guttural groan sent shivers down your spine as he licked a stripe up your throat, his facial hair only added to the sensation. You felt his smirk against your skin as he heard your breathy moan. His groans dissolved into a growl as you massaged your nails across his scalp. He put his whole emotions into rubbing his hands, up and down your sides, prompting you to stare up at the ceiling, silently cursing the stars.

Then, in the heat of the moment, the two of you would either kiss like there was no tomorrow or press your lips against one another in the softest way possible. One of his hands moved up the nape of your neck before settling his palm on the back of your head, deepening the kiss as his tongue slid against yours. 

Your eyes were just as lidded as his, drunk and dazed, though you had a small smile, contrasting his parted lips as his chest heaved a little. His nose barely brushed against yours as your breaths mingled.

You slowly pushed him by his chest so he'd lay on his back, bending over with him. The mere feeling of your forefinger nail on his torso is enough for him to adhere to your wants without question. 

Straddling him, you splayed your fingers on his chest, dragging your nails down his chiselled body. You take good care of your hands; skin as smooth as silk and nails that could rile him up. Nails that almost seemed like they were perfectly manicured at a salon. Not too long, given your position at the laboratory, but enough to always have Nathaniel imagining them digging into his back as he’d bounce you on his lap or force you on your back to savour your warm, tight pussy at an angle that would make you scream, gasp, all the noises that would get him going.

His thoughts would linger on how in the midst of reaching your high, he’d purposely thrust into that one spot, hoping to feel your nails nearly break the skin of his back—envisioning his wants, no, needs as if he doesn’t fuck you often.

Kissing his scars and dragging your tongue across his old wounds while maintaining eye contact and feeling him buck his hips against your tummy. Ugh. You swelled with pride at the sight of his muscles flexing as it took everything in him not to grip your hair and drag you back up so your face would be mere inches away from his.

You pushed his boxers down just far enough that you could see fine hair that trailed from his navel. You savoured the way he twitched, breath hitching as you lightly ran your fingers over his happy trail before sitting up to do a little ‘show’ for him. 

He was seconds away from turning you over, to hold your head against the mattress when you offered him everything of you. He didn’t know whether to focus on the blissful smile or when your hands travelled up and down your body. Throwing your head back with a flourish and a blissful smile on your face. Displaying your goddess of a body for him and him alone. His beautiful goddess was bestowed upon him, in this new world, the new age in Terra Nova. 

Your giggles were one of many sounds he wanted to hear as he gripped your thighs, rolling himself against yours before dragging you back down, chest to chest for another heated kiss. 

“My turn.” He whispered against your lips.

Sensation after sensation and you weren’t in the best part yet.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

» I get my SLang fix off of @underratedcharactersimagines; THIS IS FOR YOU, KHAT (been a fan for years now! but babe, your search bar is broken broken lol. isly tho, your writing is just 🤌🏼) ;; gorgeous red rose divider by @firefly-graphics ❤️

[newhologram]

What is this bbg pose 😭🙏🏻

[krogantankbaby]

Commander Nathaniel Taylor was a total dilf btw

Im surprised how terra novans got anything done without being distracted by his bulging muscles

Just saying.

[what-if-questions]

— Bad Moon Rising

[terra-nova-fan]

Hey, the heart wants what it wants…