#Jimmy Palmer x reader

[tumbleweed-palmer]

Fic request! Reader x Palmer. Reader is relatively sexually inexperienced compared to Jimmy, who has been married and has a daughter. Reader's first and only experience was awful, and it's been years since that experience. Jimmy and Reader work together? xx

Overcoming Fear: Jimmy Palmer X Reader

smut obviously very filthy smut at that, tw: mentions of sexual assault, anxiety, loss of spouse.

There was no real guideline for dating as a widower. Jimmy had learned this lesson quickly. Sure, there were probably dozens upon dozens of books written about the subject of mourning and some of these books were focused on the demographic of widows and widowers, but there was no surefire guide to what dating could and should be after loss.

To be honest, Jimmy hadn’t imagined he’d find love again, not after the loss he’d endured. Loving another person in that way again had just felt so wrong.  He’d told himself that his heart was incapable of such a thing. He’d felt that it would be betrayal of the vows he’d made to his late wife. He’d convinced himself that he’d only been lucky enough to have one great love in his life, and he should consider himself lucky to have loved at all. He told himself that he’d lost his great love and that was the end of the story for him. 

He’d thrown all his focus on his work and his daughter at times neglecting his own wellbeing until he’d been convinced to start therapy.

Therapy had helped a little of course. It had at least given him a safe space to express his grief. 

Still though the concept of giving love another shot had seemed so impossible and had filled him with such shame. 

When Y/N had entered his life he’d felt an immense sense of guilt. She’d been hired on as Kasie’s much needed assistant in the lab and she’d managed to fit in well. 

She was a great girl; sweet, intelligent, a diligent worker, funny, professional without being an absolute stick in the mud, and something that Jimmy had noticed rather quickly; beautiful. 

Jimmy hadn’t been prepared for Y/N. The very first impression he’d had of her was that she was an attractive woman…the impression had left him filled with an overwhelming sense of shame. He’d mentally reprimanded himself, constantly questioning how he could have the audacity to find any woman other than his late wife attractive?

He couldn’t stop himself from making the observation. He found her stunning and he hated himself for it. 

He’d made his best attempt to avoid Y/N, as rude as it had felt. He’d of course not been cruel, he’d just done all he could to remain distant. He’d kept her at an arms length ignoring the exchanged looks of worry from his coworkers. He’d brushed off concerns about his unusually standoffish behavior. 

He’d been polite to Y/N but he’d never allowed her the same closeness he gave his other colleagues. 

An offhand remark by Y/N during a case had changed that distance. 

The case had been complicated; a dead petty officer who had possible ties to a terrorist group. The dead woman on Jimmy’s autopsy table seemed to be haunted by personal demons which may have contributed to her death. The biggest issue was the woman’s actions prior to her death. It had become obvious as the case had proceeded that the deceased woman laying out Jimmy’s table had secrets that might have a detrimental deadly impact on the living.

The case had called for a psychological autopsy of sorts. All hands on deck had been called in. Even Dr. Mallard had assisted via video conference.

Kasie and Y/N had assisted Jimmy and Dr. Mallard shuffling through the dead petty officer’s past and any clues she might have left behind that could help stop a possible terror attack on a navy shipyard.

The dead petty officer had experienced an immense amount of loss in her life including a mother who had died quite suddenly when she was a child.

Y/N had made one little comment upon this discovery. “I lost my mother when I was seven…right before my eighth birthday…it’s a rough age to lose your mom…especially for a girl…not that it excuses anything Officer Meyer did…I’m just saying, I can see how that might have impacted her childhood. Loss is hard enough on its own, being a kid makes it worse.”

The comment had caught Jimmy’s attention. His only thoughts had been of his own daughter. Victoria had only been seven when Breena had passed so suddenly. Jimmy couldn’t lie, Victoria had been struggling.

Victoria tried to put on a brave face for Jimmy and in turn Jimmy had done his best to put on a brave face for her. It felt as though they were both going through the motions though neither sure how to address the loss in their lives. 

He’d tried to address it of course. He’d done everything his therapist had suggested to address the loss with his daughter. He knew deep down the biggest issue of course was that he’d put his focus on Victoria’s feelings not being open about his own with her. 

It had resulted in an unspoken sadness between them that neither had the words to express. 

Jimmy couldn’t help himself, once the case had wrapped up he’d gone to Kasie’s lab, found Y/N and promptly spilled his guts and his trauma onto her.

He’d apologized of course,  but Y/N had been nothing but reassuring and kind.

She’d offered an ear to listen, an insight from her own experience of losing her mother, and a needed friendship and confidant.

Y/N and he had become surprisingly close. Jimmy hadn’t been expecting for Y/N to grow close to him but to his daughter as well.

Y/N’s niece had come to visit for a month during the summer. This niece was close to Victoria’s age and a playdate of sorts had been set up for the two girls.

Jimmy had thought it might be good for Victoria, having someone close to her age to spend time with. He’d thought it might be a way to experience some normalcy for Victoria. 

Neither Jimmy nor Y/N had been expecting for Victoria to bond with Y/N. It had seemed as though the girl had taken to Jimmy’s coworker turned friend. 

He guessed it made sense. Y/N was all the things a little girl might like; soft, gentle, and lovely. She wore pretty dresses and painted her nails with glitter polish. She wore sweet smelling perfume. She was feminine and cute and his daughter had been enamored.

After Y/N’s niece had gone home, the invitations for Y/N to spend time with both Jimmy and Victoria had continued. Victoria was often the one requesting that Y/N join Jimmy and her for pizza or a movie or a board game night. 

Jimmy had told himself it was a positive thing; Victoria having another adult in her life to open up to. 

Y/N and she shared a bond of sorts he’d told himself; both losing their mothers at the same age. He’d told himself that Y/N might understand Victoria in a way he sadly could not. 

Jimmy had been appreciative of Y/N’s willingness to accept Victoria’s requests for time spent together. He’d realized it was a good thing for his daughter; having a female in her life she could look up to outside of his mom. She could use a good role model, he’d realized. There were just some things Jimmy knew Victoria might not feel entirely comfortable going to Jimmy for even outside of her feelings regarding her late mother. Jimmy knew Eunice Palmer wasn’t getting any younger and Jimmy figured that his daughter appreciated having a woman much younger and more with the times to turn to as she grew older and encountered difficulties in peer relationships and fitting in with her peers. 

Y/N didn’t seem to mind time spent with the Palmers. She seemed just as appreciative as Jimmy was for the closeness.

She’d admitted it was nice to do something social given her life seemed to revolve around her work and she had a tendency to be a homebody as it was. 

With all this time spent together Jimmy’s and Y/N’s bond had grown far beyond just being a confidant for Jimmy and a positive role model for his daughter.

He’d felt a certain sense of attachment to her. She’d become someone he wanted to go to when he had good news. She’d become someone he missed when she wasn’t around. 

He’d told himself that she was just a good friend. She was someone who he felt he could turn to. She was someone he trusted. They were just dear friends and nothing more. 

Jimmy could distinctly remember the sentence that had changed everything. “I have to do a rain check on game night this Saturday. I have a date.”

The words from Y/N’s lips had felt like a punch to the gut.

He’d tried to tell himself even as he broke the bad news to Victoria that he was just worried that with a possible boyfriend Y/N might begin to dramatically change the dynamic she’d built with Jimmy and Victoria.

After all, he couldn’t possibly expect Y/N to spend so much time with Victoria and he if she had a romantic relationship to focus on. Would a boyfriend be willing to go along with Y/N’s place in the Palmer’s life?

He’d told himself that the gross feeling in his gut and the twist in his heart was just over worries that Victoria might take Y/N having her attention focused elsewhere badly. He’d told himself it was his own fault, letting Victoria cling to Y/N knowing that there was a chance that Y/N would move along with her own life and develop bonds outside of Victoria and Jimmy. He should have realized it wasn’t fair to expect Y/N’s life to revolve around his family. 

He had told himself he’d been selfish; clinging to Y/N so hard. He’d told himself he’d turned her into an emotional support security blanket of sorts. He’d leaned too hard on her without considering she might not always be there. 

When Jimmy had broken the bad news to Victoria over a family dinner with his mother, he’d not expected Eunice Palmer to make him wake up and see the true reality of it all.

He could still remember that conversation as he stood at his mother’s side after dinner doing dishes after Victoria had gone upstairs to finish her homework.

The words his mother had said had taken him by shock “You know you’re allowed to love her, honey.”

He’d played dumb of course. “What do you mean?”

Eunice Palmer had given him an all too knowing look as she’d explained herself. “Y/N.”

He’d shifted in place awkwardly, suddenly finding the pattern along the rim of the serving dish he was holding something deserving of his focus. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s not like that mom. Y/N is just a friend. She’s just gotten close with Victoria and me…she’s really been there for us both.  I’m just worried about Victoria. She’s become attached to Y/N and I let it happen. I didn’t consider that it can’t always be like this. Y/N has been way too kind. I know she understands Victoria because she’s been in Victoria’s shoes…losing a mom and all. I know it’s not fair to expect Y/N to not have a life outside of my family. Y/N dating some guy is probably going to change things and I should accept that and find a way to explain it to Victoria. I can’t imagine the guy is going to be fine with his girlfriend spending so much time with her coworker and his kid. I’m just worried how Victoria is going to take the change. I know Y/N can’t always be there for Victoria and me for the rest of her life. She needs her own life outside of us. I know this is a good change, it’s just going to be an adjustment for Victoria.”

“That’s not the entire story of what’s bothering you though. I’m not blind James.” Eunice replied, making Jimmy’s stomach churn.

She spoke again before Jimmy had a chance to deny it. “Victoria isn’t the only one who’s become attached.”

“I have leaned on Y/N a lot. I’ve probably clung too hard to be honest. She’s way too kind to tell me I’ve been so needy…I am perfectly fine with her finding someone. She’s probably missed out on a lot of dates with great guys spending all her free time with my family. It’s..it’s for the best. She deserves it. She can’t spend her entire life being my emotional support. It’s not healthy for either one of us. She’s been a good friend, and she should find love.” Jimmy had insisted he turning the serving dish in his hands pretending he was inspecting it to make sure it was completely clean. 

His mother was fast to speak up, that knowing tone still evident in her voice. “There’s more than friendship there James, even a close friendship. I know you deny it, but I know better. I know you.”

Jimmy cleared his throat averting his eyes from his mother’s gaze, the words stubborn on his lips. “It’s not like that at all. I don’t…I don’t love her, not like that. I love her as a friend, nothing more. I can’t be in love with her.”

Eunice dried her soapy hands placing them on her son’s upper arms giving him a reassuring squeeze. “That isn’t true. You can be in love with her. It’s not wrong and you shouldn’t let yourself feel guilty for it.”

“I do though. I feel so conflicted. I catch myself feeling so happy when she’s around. Then I find myself missing and longing for her when she’s not here. She’s always on my mind or at least on the back of my mind. Anytime something positive happens I want to tell her first. When I’ve had an awful day I want to hear her voice. I’m even happy to sit in complete silence with her just because it’s her. Then I feel guilty because there’s only one woman I should long for and she’s no longer here. I made vows and I feel like I’m breaking them. I know Breena and I said until death do us part. I don’t wear my ring anymore…I know…I know those vows ended at death ... ..rationally I know I’m a human being and I’m capable of love even after loss, but I feel so conflicted about feeling love for someone else when I thought I’d found the love of my life. It feels like I’m doing something wrong.” Jimmy admitted the words tumbling out of him, forcing his gaze to meet his mother’s. 

Eunice held him against her, she fast to respond. “That’s the beautiful thing about hearts honey, they are capable of endless love.  Loving Y/N doesn’t mean you loved Breena any less. Love isn’t a competition. Love isn’t that selfish that it can only go to one person and end forever when that person is no longer here. I’d like to believe that we can have more than one great love in our lives. I don’t think that any higher power is cruel enough to make our hearts so they can only love one person and one person only. Love is endless. It doesn’t go away when someone is gone and it doesn’t fail to exist when someone enters your life”.

She pulled back from Jimmy speaking again repeating the statement that had begun this entire conversation. “You are allowed to love Y/N. The heart wants what it wants…and I see the way she looks at you when she thinks you aren’t looking. I think she’s just as afraid as you are. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s just as torn up about how she feels as you are about how you feel.”

She spoke again giving his arms a reassuring squeeze. “You need to ask yourself a serious question, sweetheart. You have to make a big choice. Do you admit how you feel and take a chance even if it’s scary and intimidating or do you let Y/N go and accept that things are going to change? The choice is yours, but whatever you do don’t let yourself make a choice out of shame or fear. You have to ask your heart what it wants and let it have it.”

The words had left Jimmy’s lips as he made his choice, his heart finally telling his shame to shove it. “I…can you watch Victoria. I have to go…I need to go. I’m not sure when I’ll be home.”

It was a huge cliche really. It had been pouring rain that night as he’d made his way to Y/N’s apartment and he’d managed to become a soaked mess by the time he’d made it to her front door.

The words had left him and everything had changed. “Please don’t go on that date. I am begging you to cancel it. Please, I should be the only one taking you on any dates. I love you. It scares the hell out of me…loving someone again, but I’d rather be afraid than deny how I feel.”

His confession of love hadn’t been smooth at all, but much to his shock and relief Y/N had stared up at him with tears in her eyes as she’d spoken “I love you too.”

His lips had met hers for the first time with that confession and they’d not looked back.

They’d had a serious talk that night after the kiss of course and there had been several serious talks after that night.

Figuring out the change in their relationship had been anxiety inducing at best. They’d been afraid Victoria might not take the change of Y/N being Daddy’s friend to Daddy’s girlfriend well, but much to their relief she’d been agreeable to the change. 

Jimmy knew Y/N had played a big part in making Victoria comfortable with the change. She’d worked hard to reassure the girl that her place in their lives wasn’t an attempt to replace Victoria’s mother. She’d reassured Victoria that just because Breena was gone that didn’t mean the love she’d felt for Victoria went away. Jimmy had reassured his daughter that his loving Y/N didn’t devalue or erase the love he’d felt for Breena. Moving forward didn’t mean you erased the past. 

Y/N had encouraged Jimmy to be open with Victoria about her mother. She’d encouraged him to have those talks and reminded him it was okay for Victoria to see him cry. When he’d been ready to begin packing away Breena’s things for Victoria, Y/N had helped him find ways to store the items and to involve Victoria in the process. 

Y/N had been a supportive reassuring partner as Jimmy navigated moving forward. 

She’d proven to be just as supportive to Victoria. They’d become even closer to the point that Victoria had spent some of her allowance buying one of those BFF heart necklaces for Y/N and she.

Y/N was the one who was happy to tackle whatever complicated hair tutorial Victoria had found on Youtube. She was the one who took Victoria to get manicures and eat brunch. They often had girl days. 

Seeing Y/N with his daughter had just made Jimmy love her all the more. 

It hadn’t been easy navigating love as a widower, but Jimmy had found that Y/N was patient and soothing. She wasn’t afraid to push him when he needed to move past his comfort zone or to hold his hand when he needed to be grounded and brought back down to a sense of comfort. He’d realized his mother was right; love was not selfish at all.

Love still felt terrifying of course, as beautiful and warm as it was. He still felt anxious about it all. It was still intimidating at times.

Tonight felt particularly intimidating. 

When Kasie had won a trip to Vegas Jimmy and Y/N had no qualms about accepting the invitation to come along, after they’d found a reliable babysitter for Victoria of course.

Of course the trip was given to Kasie with the promise that she’d spend plenty of time in the casino. Kasie as it turns out was a high roller in Vegas and the casino hotel they were staying at wanted her to gamble.

The hotel room Jimmy and Y/N had wound up with was far less lavish than Kasie’s but Kasie’s had been given to her with the promise of casino time and Jimmy’s and Y/N’s room had come out of their own budget. 

Jimmy and Y/N weren’t gamblers. So, that meant they’d been left to their own devices while Kasie spent time at the blackjack table.

So far they’d done a lot of sightseeing and eating. They’d even drank a little and played a couple of slot machines. Jimmy and Y/N had just been enjoying some one on one time together free of distractions that were involved in their everyday lives.

They’d been enjoying a grown-up vacation.

There was a certain sense of anxiety hanging in the air though over what they’d decided was going to happen on this grown-up vacation.

Jimmy knew they’d been working their way up to this but that didn’t make it any less intimidating.

As they rode the elevator up to their hotel room he was almost certain his heart was beating so loud that it had become audible.

When his beautiful sweet girlfriend had confessed her limited sexual experience to Jimmy he’d been dumbfounded.

That sense of shock had morphed into anger when she’d described her one and only sexual experience and exactly why it had turned her off of going that far with any guy ever again.

She’d described her first and only experience as being awful. She described an experience that was far too rough with a partner that hadn’t taken her pleasure nor her comfort into consideration at all. Her last sexual partner had been far too aggressive and more concerned with getting himself off than making it feel good for her. He had cared little for her lack of experience or her boundaries. She’d described the entire experience as being overwhelming in the worst way possible and anxiety inducing. She’d described a man who had seemed to manhandle and mistreat her more than make love to her. She’d described unbearable pain during the experience and a sense of feeling violated and empty when it was all said and done. 

Jimmy had felt his stomach turn at her descriptions of not being wet enough, bleeding, and her feeling overstimulated and unloved. He’d felt his heart twist when she’d admitted that though it had been years, the concept of sex still scared her. 

Jimmy Palmer wasn’t a violent man, but hearing all those details had left him feeling certain that if he was ever left alone in a room with his girlfriend’s former sexual partner then Jimmy would be sure the other man left in a body bag.

Jimmy had done everything in his power to reassure her that he was fine waiting as long as she needed him to before taking their relationship in that direction. He had worked hard to promise her that he was a grown man who was capable of moving at her pace. He had promised her that he was mature enough not to feel disappointed or as though he was missing out on anything if sex was something they waited for. He had done his best to show her other ways they could feel intimate with one another without going with more traditional means in the bedroom.

So, they’d made out a lot, more than a lot. They’d moved at her pace and Jimmy had eagerly taken what she was willing to give him. They’d spent a lot of time kissing, grinding against one another, and giving lingering touches over one another’s clothing. They’d never proceeded further than that though. 

When they had decided to take this adult-only vacation Y/N had said the words that had made Jimmy’s heart feel as though it was stopping and racing all at once. “When we’re in Vegas, I was thinking we could go further than we’ve been going…as in all the way. I think I’m ready…I want to at least try.”

Tonight was the night they’d agreed to try and Jimmy was filled with a cocktail of emotions and anxieties.

He prayed his hands weren’t sweating as held her hand in his, allowing her to lead them out of the elevator and to their hotel room.

He tried to focus on his breathing as he fished the key card out of his pocket, his hand shaking as he moved to open the door.

She pressed a kiss to his cheek, their faces both flushed pink from more than the dry heat outside. “I’m going to go get ready. I won’t be too long.”

He nodded his head, certain that his heart was racing so quickly it might zoom out of his chest and take off across the room. He managed to speak hoping he sounded more confident than he felt. “I’ll get things ready out here. Take your time.”

Jimmy studied the room as Y/N disappeared behind the closed bathroom door. He debated taking the extra step and ordering champagne through room service but he knew they’d had some overwhelmingly sweet fruity cold cocktails hours ago and he knew they were both lightweights. The cocktails had been enough to ease some of the anxiety but Jimmy didn’t want to risk either of them becoming impaired.

He rubbed the back of his neck, his stomach in knots as he moved around the room, straightening up some of the clutter that had accumulated over the past two days they’d spent on this vacation thus far. 

He shuffled through the plastic shopping bag they’d acquired earlier, his cheeks flushing as much as they had when the purchase had been made as he fished out the tube of lubricant they’d bought just in case.

He took a deep breath second guessing the choice to not buy condoms. She was on the pill and they’d agreed they were comfortable moving forward with that being their only form of birth control.

The idea of moving forward with that little protection filled Jimmy with an equal sense of excitement and anxiety.

The entire concept of what was due to happen tonight actually filled Jimmy with a mix of lust, excitement, anxiety, and fear.

This was a huge step not only for Y/N but for him as well.

She was trusting him to move past her fear and experience this with him. 

It was a huge responsibility. Jimmy could admit he had his own fears about tonight.

This was the first time he’d be intimate with someone new in over a decade. He knew he wasn’t inexperienced but he felt clumsy and daft.

He feared disappointing or underwhelming Y/N. He was terrified of triggering some bad memory or just flat out being a lackluster defective lover. What if he made this experience awful for an entirely different reason than her only past experience? 

Being with a new partner was intimidating enough, then add on a bad past experience on her part and his experience being tied to one partner for over a decade and it felt incredibly terrifying and nerve wracking.

Jimmy wasn’t even sure he’d been this anxious his very first time.

He took another deep breath, shakily kicking his shoes and socks off a voice in the back of his head reminding him that there was nothing dorkier and less seductive and being nude except for a pair of socks.

He chose not to strip down completely, deciding to just ditch the cargo shorts he’d bought especially for the desert heat.

He found himself left in boxers and his t-shirt he making his way over to the bed.

He debated getting under the covers but decided to hold off on it, choosing insead to pull back the bedsheets making sure they had easier access.

He made sure the bottle of lube was accessible on the bedside table he dimming the lights by the bed making the room less bright and hopefully making the atmosphere in the room less intimidating.

He sat on the edge of the bed trying to calm his racing heart as he mentally prepared himself for this.

He was silently debating the best way to perhaps prolong his stamina, a voice in the back of his head telling him that it had been so long since he’d done this that he might orgasm far too fast, when the bathroom door opened.

He quickly forgot his game plan to think about his least favorite sport, baseball if he felt himself getting too close to cumming far too soon, when she exited the bathroom.

She felt her cheeks flush debating if the white silky chemise was a little too on the nose. Though she knew she was no virgin the choice in such a pure sweet looking white silk nightgown seemed somewhat cliche in hindsight.

The chemise was low cut enough that it gave a healthy view of cleavage and it was short enough that it made her legs look incredible in her opinion. It fit against the curves of her body nicely and the fabric felt heavenly against her skin. The lingerie had been well worth the price. 

Worries that she was a walking cliche disappeared when she caught sight of her boyfriend’s gaze, the man looking up at her like she was by far the most stunning sight he’d ever seen.

He stood up from the bed, his knees feeling wobbly, his heart racing all the quicker.

He made his way towards her his hands held out to her, almost sure he’d trip over his own feet and break both his arms in the process.

He took her hands in his once again praying that he wasn’t sweaty or clammy. He spoke, unable to hide the lust dripping from his voice. “You look perfect.”

She felt the words leave her first instinct to give him one response. “There’s no such thing as perfect.”

“I’m looking at it.” He insisted the words coming to him without any sense of hesitation.

She released one of his hands reaching up to caress the side of his cheek, Jimmy unable to stop himself from leaning into her touch. It was something he’d discovered throughout their relationship; he was touch-starved. 

He was just relieved she was so willing to offer soft touches and gentle reassurances.

He leaned down his lips meeting hers, the kiss soft and uncertain almost like the first kiss they’d ever shared.

It didn’t take it long for the kiss to grow in confidence. He released her other hand, his hands finding a place at her sides, a soft moan leaving him at the silken feel of the fabric against her skin.

Her hand moved from his cheek placing at the back of his head, messing his hair as they continued to kiss. Her other hand placed at his side she gripped down onto his t-shirt trying to calm any anxiety swirling in her gut.

She pulled from the kiss the anxiety easily becoming a lingering pest in the back of her brain. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Anything, I’d do anything for you.” He was fast to respond, he was certain of the promise. He would give her anything. He was sure of it. She could ask him to go bungee jumping off the roof of their hotel right now and he was certain he’d agree to do it.

She felt her cheeks flush hoping she didn’t sound so childish for what she was about to request. “During it, can you talk to me? Just keep talking to keep me in the moment? I just…I want to know it’s you…I mean.”

She paused her stomach knotting up. “I know I’ve told you I’ve tried to do this before once after that first time…I tried with one other guy after my first experience but I couldn’t go through with it. I just thought it was easier to swear it off after that. The only other time I tried it with another guy…when I got brave enough to try I…it was easy for me to get in my head and panic and it stopped everything from proceeding. I don’t want to panic. I want to be reminded that I’m doing this with you…I guess I’m just thinking you always know what to say to make me feel safe. I want to feel safe. This should be about expressing love and I know it shouldn’t be scary. I feel so dumb for feeling scared…I’m a grown woman but I just get so in my head. I know I’ve made you wait so long and now I’m making it complicated. I know that it may sound like a stupid request but...”

He felt his heart ache and twist at the request he quick to reassure her not allowing her to devalue her own needs or apologize for taking this at her pace. “I’ll keep you in the moment. I promise, I will do whatever you need. It’s not dumb, nothing you need from me is dumb or something to be sorry for.”

She felt her eyes well up with tears. She spoke feeling pathetic. “Sorry for forcing you to give a pep talk…I’ve probably wrecked the mood.”

“You haven’t. How many times have you given me a pep talk? I recall you talking me down that first time we made out in my bed and I got weird. I’m pretty sure I’ve had to have you talk me through my fair share of misplaced shame and all my other baggage.” He reminded her his lips pressing to her forehead.

He embraced her, giving her a moment to relax, rocking her in place trying to wordlessly make it clear that they were moving at her pace. He didn’t care if it took all night and it was all stop and go. He wanted to make this what she deserved.

Her hand placed back at his cheek gazing down at her she becoming lost in his gaze for a while. She was almost convinced no one had prettier eyes than Jimmy Palmer. She was convinced that no one had kinder eyes either.

His kindness had played a factor into her falling for him.

She felt like the luckiest girl in the world. She had a kind, intelligent, sweet, funny, thoughtful boyfriend. He was an incredible father and a gentle partner. 

Falling in love with him had given her a sense of mixed up emotions. Adoration mixed with the guilt of knowing he was only hers because he’d lost such a big part of his heart.

Falling in love with a widower wasn’t without its misplaced guilt. Jimmy had mentioned his own shame but she could admit to hers as well.

She could remember the biggest thing that had broken that shame and made it fade. It had been a talk Jimmy had with Victoria about his relationship with Y/N as he’d tucked her into bed one night. It had been pretty soon after their relationship had become romantic. Y/N had only heard part of the conversation, but the words had still stuck out to her. 

“Loving Y/N doesn’t mean you and I didn’t love your mom. Loving Y/N doesn’t mean we love anyone else any less. I’ll always love your mom and I know you’ll always love her too. I loved your mom so much. Your mom is going to always love us even if she’s not here anymore. Love is pretty special because it’s not limited to just going to one person. Love is something that should be shared. You can’t hold on to love too tightly and you can’t refuse to give it to someone. Our hearts are big and they are filled with so much love. You shouldn’t hide any love you feel in your heart. You should always let people know you love them even if it feels scary. Life is so short. Remember how we talked about how everyone dies? Dying isn’t the important part honey. It happens everyday. Love is way more important than death. Everyone may die but love doesn’t die.”

If she’d had any doubts about loving Jimmy Palmer she was almost certain they would have died that night as she’d overheard that conversation. 

He was right, love was to be shared even if it was scary.

She pulled back from his embrace just enough to speak the request soft on her lips. “Can we lie down?”

He nodded his head wordlessly, taking her hand in his, leading her to the bed he thankful they’d gone with a larger hotel bed even if it had brought the price of the room up.

They laid down side by side Jimmy taking the opportunity to ditch his glasses on the nightstand before he turned his attention back to her.

His lips met hers, his hand reaching out to caress her side.

He knew that this was not an unfamiliar position lying side by side their lips locked.

She placed a hand at his cheek feeling a little bolder allowing one of her legs to slide over his scooting closer to him.

He moaned at the sudden movement, the chemise riding up exposing more of her leg dangerously close to revealing the lace of her panties.

She pulled her lips from his feeling daring enough to reach for the hem of his t-shirt pulling it up. He took the hint pulling it up and over his head tossing it across the room.

He felt his pride spike at her reaction to his bare torso, her moan soft as she took him in. He knew that he took good care of his core and his abs were always something he could at least feel confident about even if he wasn’t always the most psyched about the rest of his appearance.

She placed a hand at his side caressing his warm skin, his lips pressing back to hers he reaching out to caress her over the chemise.

She reached down, finding a little more confidence placing her hand over his maneuvering it to slide under her nightgown, his large hand pressing to her bare skin.

She spoke her voice a soft plea. “Talk to me please.”

“You’re so soft, the softest.” He blurted out the blood flow moving far enough from his brain to fill other areas of his body that he couldn’t find it in him to worry if he sounded dorky or foolish.

He lips pressed to hers between words. “I love you so much.”

“Love you too.” She managed to reply her lips pressing against his he continuing to caress her shyly exploring without pushing too far.

She placed a hand at his back caressing his skin, she moving her lips down his neck nipping at his skin, certain she’d leave a mark behind. She moaned at the thought.

Jimmy groaned at the stimulation, he continued to talk, saying anything that came to his brain. “Your lips feel so nice. I could kiss you forever.”

He continued to caress her, her lips and tongue sliding along his pulse point. He whined the lower region of his body, easily reacting.

She pulled from his neck her lips slightly swollen, the slight hint of lipstick she’d worn earlier smudged.

She placed a hand at his cheek, her eyes locking with his before she spoke. “Tell me you love me.”

He moaned the words falling from his lips without any second thought. “I love you. You have no idea just how much I love you.”

She placed a hand at the hem of her chemise pulling it up, she sitting up enough to pull it up and over her head.

She felt her cheeks flush this being the most exposed she’d been in front of any man in a long while.

Though a voice in the back of Jimmy’s head screeched to be a gentleman and to show some self control his eyes shifted down to her bare breasts an audible moan leaving him.

He spoke more to himself than to her. “Fuck.”

She let out a soft moan, the response surprising. Jimmy Palmer was not the type of guy that threw around curse words by nature. She wasn’t sure if it just came from being a parent, or if he was just naturally that polite. 

She relaxed back against the bed, their lips meeting again. Jimmy hesitantly reached out to touch her side, remembering to speak. “You’re so perfect. I love you so much.”

She dared to scoot closer to him, her bare torso pressing to his the sensation making audible gasps and moans leave them both.

She wrapped an arm around him she tracing his skin. Jimmy spoke against the kisses daring to ask. “Can I touch them?”

It took her lust hazy brain a second to clear and realize what he was suggesting but the answer came without doubts. “Yes, please.”

He groaned a large hand pressing over her breast. He caressed her skin before gently massaging her breast. His fingertips slid across her nipple teasing it, the action working a moan from her. 

He spoke following through on what he’d promised. “They’re so perfect, so fucking soft and full. Looks so perfect in my hand. Fuck, I’ve touched them over your clothes before, but this is so much better.”

He paused, managing to bring humor into the moment even if his brain was preoccupied with lust. “Just warning you, you’ve probably created a monster. I’m going to touch these any chance you allow it.” 

She managed to laugh at the comment the response leaving her. “I’ll allow it as long as we aren’t in public.”

He spoke again knowing he sounded desperate but he refused to take any step without her consent. “Can I kiss them, please, baby?”

“Please.” The reply left her she feeling breathless, her own lust beginning to flood over any other coherent thought.

He locked his lips over her breast suckling her nipple desperately. He moaned against her skin the vibration making her whimper. He spoke against her damp skin his lips and tongue teasing her nipples. “I love you. Thank you.”

She moaned surprised by the reaction her body had to him thanking her. She couldn’t deny that her clit throbbed at the statement as innocent as it seemed.

She placed a hand at the back of his head messing his hair as he continued to focus on her breasts kissing, sucking, and nipping at the delicate skin giving her the distinct feeling that at this rate she was going to have at least one serious hickey pressed to at least one breast. 

He spoke between the stimulation his voice muffled more praises and thank yous spilling from him each word making her center clinch. She was certain her panties must be drenched at this point. 

She was astounded given that if someone had asked her a few years ago she’d exclaim that she couldn’t comprehend going this far with anyone, but here she was wet and desperate with a man she was crazy about attached to her breast praises spilling from him.

Jimmy moaned against her skin knowing he was so hard he was almost sure he could break glass. 

The fear that he might possibly be a disappointing lover seemed to be slipping from his brain the only thing he could focus on was the woman beside him and the moans leaving her. He knew he was babbling against her skin the words needy and full of reverence; beautiful, soft, perfect, sexy, incredible.

She reluctantly scooted from his ministrations, feeling her cheeks flush from more than arousal as she spoke. “Can you take your boxers off?”

He moaned almost sure he’d never moved faster in his life. His movements were so clumsy that he was shocked he didn’t accidentally kick her or fall off the bed.

He managed to somehow lose his boxers kicking them somewhere across the room.

He felt a spark of insecurity begin to blossom in his brain. Maybe he should have manscaped a little better? Was he way too hairy? Would this spook her given that he was fully nude now even if it was at her request?

She dared to gaze down at him her cheeks growing darker any insecurity that had been blossoming in his brain withering up and dying at her words. “Fuck, it’s thicker than I thought.”

He gazed down at his erect cock, he almost certain the sight must look a little ridiculous they both gazing down at his privates examining his dick. 

He felt his cheeks flush at the statement the words leaving him. “I’m pretty sure I’m mostly average…I mean I’m pretty sure I’ve read that the average length is around five and a half inches though most guys will argue that they’re at least six.”

“You’ve looked into it? I mean you’ve researched it?” She dared to ask, the amusement somewhat evident in her voice.

Jimmy felt his cheeks flush further. “I have a deep understanding of anatomy due to the nature of my profession…and I had a lot of access to the internet and a lot of freetime in my early twenties.”

She spoke, still unable to tear her eyes away from his cock. “Can I touch it?”

He moaned his cock twitching at the request as though it was answering for him. He nodded his head trying to balance out being needy and reassuring all at once. “Only if you want to. I…I don’t want you to feel you know…like I expect it. I want to move at your pace.”

She tore her eyes from his cock as she pressed a kiss to his lips. She couldn’t hide the adoration from her voice as she spoke. “I want to touch it, trust me. I want this.”

She pulled her lips from his staring back down at his cock. She reached forward gently wrapping a hand around him, a soft gasp leaving her.

He moaned his gaze following hers. He whined as she placed a thumb at his tip rubbing the slit gathering the precum that had begun to bead up. She used it to swipe across the tip of his cock his balls throbbing at the action. 

He spoke certain he was supposed to keep up with his promise to talk to her during this entire experience. “Fuck, oh babe. Love you, fuck.”

He groaned knowing it wasn’t the most eloquent thing he could say but it was hard no pun intended when she was currently sliding her thumb along his sensitive tip precum desperately seeping from him.

She spoke her voice soft. “I should probably use some lube before I go any further? Can’t imagine it’ll be any fun dry?”

He desperately reached out, finding the tube of lube he’d left on the nightstand fumbling through opening it as he handed it to her.

She took the lube and her cheeks flushed. She was unsure where she’d found the confidence to be this dominant after all she’d spent so long terrified of all things related to sex. She guessed it was just that it was Jimmy. She trusted him immensely. Exploring this with him and giving sex a chance seemed less intimidating because it was him.

The further they went tonight the less frightened she felt. 

She warmed a healthy amount of lube in her hand before wrapping her hand around him. Jimmy moaned at the sensation, his hips moving a little eager to chase the stimulation. 

He spoke as she began to stroke him, unable to take her eyes off him, almost fascinated with the concept that she was feeling this confident and making him feel this good. “I love you. Oh my God, babe. That’s so…that’s perfect, just like that.”

He kept his eyes locked on what she was doing to him, almost sure that this was the most erotic thing he’d seen in his life. He couldn’t help but to wish he could save the sight in his brain forever. Her delicate hand wrapped around his slick cock, her nails painted a bright shade of blue, he leaking against her skin making a mess.

He gripped down onto the bed sheets, his gaze unable to leave her treatment of him. He spoke his voice needy. “I love this so much. Fuck that’s so perfect, my love.”

He whimpered his balls aching it taking everything in him to say the words he hating that he had to stop this so soon. “I don’t want to cum like this, not right now. Fuck it’s so tempting. You can make me cum like this later.”

She pulled her hand from him, the giggle that left her making him throb all the more. “I’m going to so do this again before we leave Vegas.”

He moaned as her lips pressed to his. He managed to speak against the kiss. “I feel pathetic for being so close that quick. It’s been so long.”

He felt his cheeks flush all the darker the confession spilling from him. “I mean I’ve jacked off probably a little too much especially lately, but you know someone else touching me is way more intense.”

He resisted the urge to bury his face against the pillow and never emerge knowing he had a case of babbling and shoving his foot in his mouth as it was. Apparently if his dick got any stimulation he became an even bigger social disaster.

She spoke holding her hand up thankfully not calling him out on his confession. “Got a tissue?”

He moved quickly, finding them on the nightstand she cleaning herself.

His lips met hers, the kleenex going somewhere on the floor.

He moaned his cock pressing to the lace of her panties he resisting the urge to grind against her.

She caressed his body, not shy about grasping onto his backside giving it a squeeze, her voice teasing against his lips. “Not going to lie, pretty sure I spent way too much time staring at your butt before we started dating…and probably a lot of time after.”

He moaned against her lips, his voice just as teasing. “Stared at yours too, it’s okay.”

She spoke, deciding to take the next step feeling more and more confident the longer they went. “Jimmy, take my panties off please.”

He groaned, his hands moving sure his movements were clumsy. He spoke as he began to slide them down her hips. “I’ve never heard a prettier request.”

He stared down at her, a moan spilling from him as they worked her panties down her legs they disappearing somewhere towards the foot of the bed.

He kept his hand at her hip unable to work up the nerve to move it as he gazed down at her center.

She spoke uncertain of how to read his gaze. “I thought about doing a full brazilian wax, but there’s something about that just feels I don’t know…too much. So, I just decided to take care of the bikini line and clean up as usual.”

He nodded his head a moan leaving him. “Good choice. To be fair though…pretty sure I’d like it no matter what.”

She couldn't help but to giggle though she had a feeling he was being sincere.

He stared down at her overwhelmed with thoughts of what he wanted. He wanted to bury his face in her pussy. He wanted to bury his cock in it. He wanted to bury his fingers in her. He wanted to cum on her and in her.

He shoved the thoughts back a voice in the back of his head fast to speak up Let her set the pace dumbass.

She spoke a hint of shyness sneaking in now that she was completely bare in front of him. “Can you touch me…and keep talking please.”

He nodded his head eagerly reaching forward, his fingers sliding along her slit. He spoke the moan leaving him. “You’re soft here too. Fuck, my love, you’re wet too. You’re soaked.”

He spoke needing to get the green light from her. “Can I put my fingers in? I want to make you feel good.”

“Please.” The words barely left her before he slid one finger through her slickness allowing another to join along beside it.

He spoke his voice thick with lust. “Oh my god, fuck, you are so wet. You’re tight too and hot.”

She whined as he stroked his fingers experimentally sliding them in and out of her. The sensation wasn’t unfamiliar from when she occasionally touched herself but his fingers were far larger and they went a lot deeper than her own.

She spread her legs encouraging him the action working a praise from him. “So perfect, such a perfect girl, letting me make her feel good.”

He found her clit rubbing soft circles against it causing her to grip down on the bedsheets a moan leaving her.

Jimmy spoke daring to ask. “Can I taste you? I want to go eat you out, only if you’re okay with it. I won’t be upset if you say no.”

She nodded her head no doubts appearing in her mind. “Do it, please Jimmy.”

He moved down her body, his voice reassuring. “I obviously won’t be able to talk to you down here, but if you need me to stop just say the word. I won’t be upset.”

She nodded her head relaxing a whimper leaving her as he removed his fingers from her center he unable to stop himself from cleaning her taste from them. He spoke a moan leaving him. “Love how you taste. I said earlier I wasn’t going to be able to stop touching your breasts, but now I’m pretty sure I’m not going to be able to keep my mouth off your pussy either.”

She felt her center clinch there something so satisfying about hearing him say something so filthy. Maybe it was just that she knew it was a side of him only she was getting to see.

He spoke his breath warm against her center. “You ready, babe?”

She nodded her head the answer leaving her with no hesitation. “Yes.”

He lapped at her center slowly, delicately taking his time. He encouraged her to place her legs over his shoulders, wanting to be as close to her pussy as possible. He moaned against her those fears he had about being a disappointment in bed fading even further away.

He wasn’t lying. He had a feeling he’d want to spend even more time down here if she’d allow it.

He licked her from her perineum up to her throbbing clit unable to hold back any sounds of pleasure from his own lips. The moans and whines of his name that left her encouraged him to keep it up.

He gazed up at her from between her thighs moaning as he watched her reaction, her head thrown back one of her hands massaging her breast.

He reached up allowing his hand to take its place eagerly massaging her breast toying with her nipple causing her to gasp his name all the more.

She managed to speak her voice soft and sweet. “Oh, God, Jimmy. Feels too good.”

He moaned in response his cock leaking precum against the sheets he hoping he wouldn’t cum from this alone.

He began to focus on her clit remembering her reaction to his fingers moments ago. The action made her thighs quiver a whine leaving her as he gently sucked at the bundle of nerves.

He allowed his fingers to slide into her center sliding in and out of her as his tongue busied itself with her clit.

She gripped onto the back of his head pulling his hair probably a little too hard her voice shaky. “Fuck, Jimmy. I’m gonna…I’m so close.”

He moaned in response her comment encouraging him to continue; she so wet she was dripping down his fingers as he thrusted them in her center. 

She cried out her thighs shaking her back arching her end hitting her so quickly and suddenly she almost felt breathless.

Jimmy continued to focus on her clit, his movements a little gentler and slower as he worked her through her orgasm.

As she came down from her orgasm the stimulation became too much she frantically moving out of his touch.

He stared up at her, the adoration clear in his eyes as he once again cleaned her from his fingers.

He pressed his lips to her thighs wanting to check in on her well aware that he still needed to be delicate with her. “How are we doing? You okay?”

She spoke, her voice shaky. “Fuck, Jimmy. So good.”

She took a deep shuddering breath, her body feeling limp and pleasant. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard.”

He felt a sense of pride wash over him, he moved back up her body, pressing soft loving kisses to her skin. 

His lips met hers, she gasped at the fact that the lower region of his body was still very much alert and excited. 

She whimpered as his cock brushed against her center desire, easily flooding through her even in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm she’d ever had in her life.

She spoke almost sure she’d never been so certain of anything in her entire life. “I want more. Want you in me.”

He groaned, his cock aching at the request. He spoke needing to know she was sure. “Are you sure? You’re ready? I don’t want you to feel pressured. Trust me, babe. I’m having a good time regardless of if we continue or not.”

“I want more, please Jimmy. Make love to me. Want you to bury yourself in me and make me cum again.” She replied not above lying it on thick wanting to express just how badly she needed this to continue.

He groaned at the words, his voice still hesitant. “And you’re sure we don’t need the condoms? I mean...you're 100 percent sure you're okay proceeding without…I know you’re on the pill and we're both clean. You're completely sure about this?.”

He felt his cheeks flush remembering the awkwardness of the first conversation they'd had about birth control. He was pretty sure he’d blurted out that he wouldn’t mind having another kid but he would prefer to wait even if they waited a while and it made him an old dad. He was also pretty sure he mentioned that they should talk to his daughter before they even considered trying for a baby.

He was just relieved that she hadn’t minded his babbling and hadn’t run far far away at the mention of making a baby. She'd given him the gentle reassurance that she was on the pill and had been for a long while. She was fine not bothering with dealing with condoms if he was okay with it. It was a waste of money if she was on the pill she'd pointed out.

She caressed his sides, the neediness clear in her voice. “I'm so sure. I want to feel all of you. Please, Jimmy. I need you.”

He groaned, nodding his head, the question leaving him. “Me on top?”

She nodded her head, the response leaving her. “For the first time. We are definitely trying other positions before we leave Vegas.”

He groaned, nodding his head knowing she’d get no arguments from him on those plans.

He reached down grasping his cock in his hand sliding it along her center trying to coat himself in her knowing the lube they’d used earlier was most likely dry by now.

He spoke needing to ask as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Do we need lube?”

She shook her head a giggle leaving her. “You just ate my pussy like it was your last meal. Pretty sure you know how soaked I am. I don’t think we need the extra moisture.”

He giggled at the comment, his cock twitching at the reminder of what he’d just done to her.

He took a deep breath needing to say it. “If it gets to be too much just say the word. I’ll stop no hurt feelings.”

With that he thrust forward her tight center enveloping his aching cock. He groaned as he buried himself in her slowly to the hilt a cry leaving the both of them as his pelvis pressed to hers.

He spoke knowing that her request to talk wasn’t any less relevant now. “You feel so good. So so so good. Could spend the rest of my life here.”

She giggled at the statement Jimmy groaning as her body shifted against him. She spoke her voice light and airy as she stroked his skin. “You fill me up so good, Jimmy.”

He moaned at the comment daring to rock against her, not quite ready to pull out just yet. “You’re so fucking wet and you’re so snug around my cock.”

She whimpered at the comment needing to say it. “I love you.”

“I love you so much. Love you.” He replied, finally forcing himself to pull out before thrusting back in.

He did his best to keep his gaze locked with hers as he found a rhythm, her legs wrapping around his hips, tilting her hips back giving him a deeper angle to thrust.

He groaned as he watched her reaction, he was sure he’d never get enough of seeing her in this moment. Her eyes struggled to stay locked with his and not slide closed as she soaked up the pleasure. Her lips were parted soft sweet moans leaving her. 

He spoke, continuing to rock in and out of her. “You’re so perfect.”

She whined at the praise, her nails digging into his back as he sped up his pace. The only thing that managed to fill the room were shared moans, soft praises, the creak of the hotel bed, and the sound of his skin meeting hers.

He groaned the words leaving him not caring if he was just saying anything that came to his brain. “Feels like your body was made for me, feels too good. Fuck, you’re never going to get rid of me after this. Gonna follow you like a lost dog. I’m yours.”

She pressed her lips to his a giggle leaving her. “Don’t want to ever get rid of you.”

She dared to reach between them, finding her clit rubbing tight circles against it. Jimmy groaned as it hit him what she was doing. He made a note to get her to do it again in those other positions she was promising he wanting a better clearer view. “That’s my girl, fuck yes. Help me make you feel so good. Want to make you cum again. Gonna make you cum so much before we leave Vegas.”

She whimpered, doubling down her head falling back ,the stimulation almost too much. She was almost certain if this was anyone but Jimmy she would have tapped out by now.

She was amazed that something that she’d been so afraid of for so long now managed to feel so amazing. She knew that Jimmy was the main factor in it feeling so wonderful. No other man would have ever made her feel this secure to ever give any of this a chance after last time.

Her last experience was pushed so far from her mind the only thing she could focus on was the man over her making her feel this amazing.

She whined, her body sliding closer and closer to finding release for the second time tonight. Jimmy sensed it, he speaking unable to stop himself from babbling it clear he was struggling not to become lost in his own pleasure. “Fuck, hon, oh God, beautiful, feels too good, oh fuck, perfect love.”

Her clit throbbed her body sliding closer and closer the feeling euphoric and so all consuming. She could feel the tension building in her body, she sliding so close to release.

She felt herself slide over the edge, Jimmy's name leaving her lips ,she digging her nails into his back she was almost sure she was risking drawing blood.

If she was, it went unnoticed by Jimmy, the sensation of her center fluttering around him she so soaked and hot he almost wanted to cry.

He did his best to keep thrusting through her orgasm though his movements were sloppy and clumsy, his cock aching his balls drawing close to his body signaling his own end was right around the corner.

It didn’t take long for him to follow her right over the edge as she finally began to come down from her own orgasm. He only managed a couple of clumsy thrusts, his own body reaching its end.

He moaned so loud he had to bury his face against the pillows, almost certain he’d deafen her or piss off their neighbors as he fell over the edge.

He spilled into her his release hot, his hips weakly thrusting. He knew they were making a mess as he came deep inside of her, her body taking it all a soft gasp leaving her the sensation intense even with as overstimulated as she was from her own orgasm.

He collapsed against her his body feeling heavy and drained as the last of his release seeped out of him.

His cock began to soften knowing any movement would mean sliding from her warmth but he found himself unwilling to pull out of her. He was relieved that she held onto him desperately, apparently just as eager to keep him within her as he was to stay.

He whined as his anatomy won out over his will he sliding from her.

He reluctantly rolled off of her, wasting little time to slide as close to her as possible.

She turned to face him cringing both at the soreness between her thighs and the smallest hint of their mixed releases leaking from her.

Jimmy reached out, smoothing back her hair, his voice raspy and exhausted. “You okay?”

“Never better…what about you?” She dared to ask knowing that tonight had been just as big of a deal to him.

“So good, perfect.” He insisted daring to lean in his lips sliding along hers lazily.

She returned his kisses, her voice soft and drowsy as she struggled to stay awake. “I love you.”

“Love you too, so much.” He insisted his hand pressing to her cheek his other hand pressing to her back as he held her against him.

She held on to him just as tightly, her voice so sleepy. “Can we share a bath after we rest?”

“Definitely. A bath sounds perfect. Then I think you said something in the midst of passion about trying other positions. I know we’ve got a week in Vegas, but there are a lot of positions out there. We can probably even google some new ones.” He replied, his lips pressing to any bit of skin he could reach he unable to resist teasing her about her earlier comment about different positions.

She giggled, nodding her head. “The hotel does have free wifi. Rest first though.”

He managed to speak as her eyes slid shut, his lips pressing to her temple, his own eyes growing just as heavy. “Love you, thank you for not letting me be scared to love you.”

#jimmy palmer #jimmy palmer x reader #jimmy palmer smut #ncis smut #ncis fanfiction

[hotch-stufff]

Twists of Fate

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader, past Jimmy Palmer x Reader

WC: 2.5k

Description: After being cheated on by an NCIS agent, you decide to move to Quantico and join the BAU. What happens when you fall for the Handsome Unit Chief? Will you confront your past, or will it stop you from moving on?

Author’s Note: This has been in my drafts for like months. I actually forgot about it. The reader is Gibbs daughter as well, so there’s a lot going on, but I actually liked how this turned out. Lmk what you think <3. Also, not my gif.

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"You cheated on me?" You asked hesitantly. So quiet he barely heard it. His eyes closed and he held his head in his hands.

"I don't- I don't understand. Y-you said you had to work late." Your lip quivered, and your voice stayed quiet and soft. He wished you would yell at him. He wished you were angry. It would be so much easier than the heartbroken look on your face.

"I'm so sorry y/n. I don't know what I was thinking. It just, it just happened." He desperately wanted to bring you into his arms. To hold you. To kiss you. But he lost that privilege

"I- I. I thought you loved me." You were full on crying now. You couldn't bring yourself to do anything but sob silently on the couch. You were so heartbroken. "I thought we were happy." You sniffed, trying so hard to stop the tears.

"Y/n it was a one time thing. I still love you. You are the love of my life. I want to marry you and have kids with you and grow old with you. Please, please forgive me. Please baby." He grabbed your hands, and you let out a sob.

"No." Your voice remained small as you pulled your hands away. Slowly you stood up, the tears still falling. "Goodbye Jimmy." He was crying now.

"Please don't go. Please. I love you. Baby we can work this out. Please." But you ignored his pleas. You stood up, grabbed your phone and keys and walked out. You started your car and pulled out of the driveway.

You aren't sure how you made it there in one piece, but you seemed to have mastered the art of driving while crying.

You drove to the only person who would make you feel any better at all.

Gibbs.

You pulled into his driveway, shut off your car, and made your way inside. You searched around and found him in the basement.

"Y/n? What's th’matter?” He set down his sander and walked over to you as soon as he saw the tears in your eyes. You didn't cry often, so it shocked him seeing you like this.

"Dad." You let out a sob. He held you tight and ran his hand through your hair soothingly.

"Hey, hey. Calm down f’me. Breathe. Tell me what happened." There was no sugar coating it, so you just said those dreadful words.

"He-he cheated on me." His eyes flashed with anger before he quickly brought you into his arms even tighter than before.. You were crying so hard now. He had never seen you so broken. He wished he could do something, anything. He didn't even know you were seeing anyone. Well he knew, of course he knew. He just didn't know who.

"It's okay sweetheart, I'm right here." He held you until you calmed down. He took you upstairs, made you some tea and sent you to bed. You didn't sleep a wink. No matter how comfortable the guest bed was.

You woke the next morning feeling even worse than the night before. You hated this feeling. You hated that a man had reduced you to feeling this way.

You could barely eat, or sleep, or even process anything.

It was torture.

This routine continued for about 2 weeks, before you had had enough.

You knew your father would hate it. But you needed to leave.

You just couldn't stay.

"I think that I'm going to move to Quantico. Take that job with the FBI." You said at dinner one night. Your dad looked slightly shocked, but not overall surprised. He was silent for a long time before speaking up.

"Well, you know I will support you in whatever you do. Even if it is the FBI." You giggled at the distaste in his voice.

"I just think I need to start over. Get away from everything. It's just too hard to stay in DC right now." He understood. And of course he helped you move all of your stuff and settle in in the upcoming weeks. He really didn't like that you were going into the FBI instead of NCIS, but he was just glad you were happy.

And you really were. Over the next month, you really picked yourself up. Your new team, the BAU, had become like another family. They welcomed you with open arms and you felt truly whole for the first time since you found out Jimmy cheated. They, of course, figured that out quickly, being profilers and all. And they all were quick to decide that they hated whoever Jimmy Palmer was.

The next couple months of settling into the team were perfect. You were best friends with Spence and Morgan. Jj had turned into the sister you had lost long ago. Prentiss and Garcia are always ready for a girls night. And Rossi, who was pretty close with your dad, watching over you at your father's request. The only person you had yet to get close to, was Hotch. Jj told you not to take it personally. That he was a closed off man and that he didn't really like change. You of course just thought he didn't like you.

That was until a particular case, where an unsub was hunting down women that looked very similar to you. The team decided it was best that you go undercover, and you were all for it ready to do your job. Unfortunately, it didn't go well. The unsub pulled a gun before anyone could think and shot you in the shoulder. It was unbearably painful and you can barely remember what happened. But you remember Hotch standing over you, applying pressure to your wound. He looked scared as hell and that was just about more terrifying than getting shot. You passed out soon after that.

Waking in the hospital was awful. The lights are too bright, the pain in your shoulder, that scratchy throat. But the hand on your own shocked you more than anything. You looked over to find a fluff of dark hair on the side of your bed. You recognized it instantly as Hotch. Your heart fluttered and you gently shook him awake. He shot up.

"Y/n. You're awake." You smiled softly at him. "How do you feel?"

"Like I was shot." His face hardened. "But overall okay I guess. But wh-what are you doing here?" You asked, scared for his response.

"I couldn't leave. Seeing you get shot, just made me realize how stupid I was being." He wasn't making sense.

"Hotch, you lost me." He stared into your eyes.

"Aaron, call me Aaron please." You were so very confused. "I'm going to do something and feel free to slap me."

"Wha-?" You were cut off by his lips on your own. You were shocked, but it didn't take you long to kiss him back. You were lost in each other, your lips meeting with unmatched passion. But your thoughts strayed to the fact that you were kissing your boss. You had sworn that after Jimmy had cheated on you, you would never date another agent. You hadn’t been on your father’s NCIS team, but you had still had to work with Jimmy on occasion, and ultimately left when he broke your heart.

It was with this thought that you pulled away from Hotch. He looked at you, a smile on his face, and your next words, physically hurt to say.

“We can’t.” You whisper, and his smile falls. His eyebrows furrow, and he nods in understanding.

“Of course, I don’t know what I was thinking.” He pulls his hand away, and you watch him close himself off. He stands, leans across your bed and presses a kiss to your forehead, before turning to leave.

Were you making a mistake? Hotch isn’t Jimmy. You can’t judge every man because you were hurt one time.

“Wait!” Hotch stops in the doorway. He turns slowly, and his eyes meet yours. You’re too scared to say what you really want to, so you say anything that comes to mind.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” You ask, and Hotch takes a moment before moving back to his chair.

“I didn’t want to scare you away. I know you were hurt in your last relationship.” He pauses, hesitantly taking your hand in his. “And I was scared.” His eyes meet yours once again. “So I pushed you away. I tried as hard as I could to not get close to you. But then you got hurt, and I didn’t want anything to happen to you without you knowing that I care about you. A lot.” He waits with bated breath for your response. And when a smile blooms across your face, he lets out a breath of air.

“I promised myself I would never date someone I work with again.” You squeeze his hand and place your other on his cheek. “But, I know you aren’t Jimmy. I know you would never try to hurt me.” Your heart pounds out of your chest. “I care about you too. A lot.” You whisper, and his lips are on yours again. It’s less passionate than the first time, but just as meaningful. In that moment, you know you made the right choice.

And that was the beginning of your relationship. It was rocky in the beginning. Trying to hide it from the team was close to impossible, but it worked for about 5 months. They eventually caught the two of you making out in the break room when you had thought everyone had left. Aaron's fault really.

He had insisted everyone was gone.

Of course a girls night was planned where you told them everything, from the first kiss, to the first date, to when you met Jack, and the fact that you practically lived at his apartment.

About a year into the relationship, he asked you to move in with him, and of course he met your dad. You weren't the least bit surprised when you walked away for a second and heard your father tell Aaron that he would "kill him and make it look like an accident if he ever hurt his daughter." To which Aaron replied with an awkward chuckle, simply saying he would never hurt you, that you were the love of his life.

Another 6 months brought you to a very fancy restaurant and the man you had hopelessly fallen in love with down on one knee next to your table. You both cried as you said yes and kissed softly as strangers surrounding you cheered. Everything had turned around, and you were so incredibly happy.

That was, until your first joint case with NCIS.

It was a normal day and everyone was sitting at their desks when Aaron came out of his office.

"We have a case. It's a bad one, wheels up in 20. We'll be collaborating with one of the NCIS teams in DC. We'll brief you on the plane. Gibbs, my office please." You stood and walked up to his office, not at all surprised that he called you up. You were dreading his next words.

"It's your dad's team." You sighed. Aaron was surprised at the saddened look on your face. He was the only one, besides your father, who didn't know who the cheating ex was. "What's wrong?"

"There is something I should tell you." You took a deep breath before sitting in the chair in front of his desk. "The guy I was with before you, the guy who cheated on me, is Jimmy Palmer. He's on my father's team. My dad doesn't even know that it's him. But I want you to know before you hear it from anyone else." He was quick to walk around the desk and he pulled you into his arms.

"If you need to sit this one out you can. We can manage." You smiled softly at his kindness. This man understood you like no other.

"No, it's alright. I haven't seen the man in almost 3 years, and I'm sure it will be fine." You couldn't have been more wrong. It was in fact very not fine. As soon as you entered the NCIS building, a sense of dread filled you. Jimmy’s wide eyes found yours and as soon as he was introduced, the team instantly knew who he was. The case was messy, especially since no one from your team trusted Palmer, at all. But you managed to close the case while saving the last victim. Both teams had decided to go out to a bar to celebrate and you were dreading it.

The bar wasn't too crowded, and you stayed relatively close to Aaron or your father most of the night. Jimmy had taken that as a sign to stay away from you. And it worked, until you went to get refills. He volunteered to help and there was no escaping. Once you reached the bar and ordered the drinks he began talking.

"Listen Y/n, I just wanted you to know that I miss you a lot." He began, taking your hand in is. It took everything in you not to punch him square in the nose. "And I still love you. I was hoping that you might want to give us another chance." You were shocked. The man you hadn't seen in 3 years, who had cheated on you had the audacity to say all of this.

"I-I don't feel that way for you anymore. I'm sorry Jimmy. But you screwed up, and you lost me. You need to deal with that." You grabbed the drinks and took them back to your table. Aaron and your father recognized the look of panic in your eyes and they were instantly on alert. Aaron was about to say something when Jimmy grabbed your arm.

"Y/n, you're being ridiculous. We were happy, we can still be happy." You tried ripping your arm from his grasp, but he had a rather tight hold. Aaron stood and he towered over Jimmy. Jimmy glared at Aaron, but his next words shook Palmer to his core.

"Let go of my fiance." He spoke sternly. The look on Jimmy’s face was priceless. "Now." He did as he was told.

"Y-your fiance?" You nodded your head, lifting your hand to sheepishly show Jimmy the ring. Your dad cleared his throat from behind you and had a look of utter confusion on his face.

"Ah yes. Dad, this is the cheating ex. Jimmy, this is my dad, but I'm pretty sure you know him." Palmer looked scared as your father stood next to Aaron. He was quick to turn around and run out of the building, his tail between his legs. You turned around and looked at Aaron with love and adoration.

"Thank you." He smiled softly and took you into his arms. And you all sat back down and enjoyed the rest of your evening. And that night as you lay in bed with Aaron, you couldn't help but smile at the twists of fate that led you to the moment.

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Thank you guys so much for reading. This was an old work, in my drafts for months, so if it’s aweful, please tell me lol.

Also, I’m going to go back through and look at some of my previous requests. Hopefully I will be able to answer as many as possible in the next few weeks.

Thank you guys for your constant support, it means the world <3

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Jimmy Palmer x Male!reader - happy memories

So I’m looking for a Jimmy Palmer x Trans Male Reader, romantic relationship please! and could the storyline be the reader (an agent on Gibbs’ team) getting triggered whilst on a case and Jimmy realising that it’s a PTSD reaction and helping to calm the reader down? Not sure of more than that, but some fluff between the reader and Jimmy would be cool! - @the-imitation-blog 💜

(D/N) - dead name

Jimmy was busy helping Ducky when he heard you come over, crouching next to him he smiled and looked up at you as he held a coffee cup out to him.

“Thanks!” He beamed.

“None for me?” Ducky chuckled.

“Don’t worry doc I haven’t forgotten you, here’s your tea.”

Ducky took it and gave you a thankful smile as he began to fill you in on everything that he had found and you nodded along.

“Right thanks Duck, I’ll let Gibbs know.”

Getting up, you kissed Jimmy on the head before walking away to go and find your boss.

It wasn’t easy to miss him, he was standing in front of the police barricade practically shouting an argument to someone.

Walking over, you stood next to him.

“(D/N)?” Someone asked.

You didn’t respond to them and turned around to face your boss instead.

“Ducky thinks it was foul play, I think we should make this an official investigation.” You explained.

“Right, I’ll let Vance know.”

Gibbs walked away with his phone in his hands and someone grabbed your shoulder making you jump back away from them.

“Unless you want to be arrested for assaulting a federal officer I suggest you think again.” You sneered.

“(D/N) don’t you dare speak to me like that.”

“That’s not my name.” You hissed.

“It is and always will be your name!”

“No it’s not!”

The woman on the other side of the tape just scoffed at you and shook her head.

“This is just a phase, you’ll out grow it!” She yelled.

Your breathing picked up and you slowly started to back away as you realised who she was.

While backing away you bumped into someone and you looked behind you to find Tony there, he placed his hands on your arms and moved you behind him.

“I suggest you leave him alone before I personally drag you in myself!” Tony snapped.

The woman started to argue with him and you just walked away, heading to the ME van you sat there with your head in your hands trying to take deep breaths.

You thought getting into NCIS was going to get you away from all of this, but you had no clue why she was even there.

You were breathing rapidly, chest heaving as you heard your heart racing in your chest.

“Gibbs something is wrong with (Y/N)!” Ziva yelled.

Gibbs turned to you as did the rest of the team.

Jimmy started at you for a moment before he jumped up, pulling his gloves off he stuffed them into his pocket as he walked over and took your face between his hands.

You eyes started at him but there wasn’t even a flicker of recognition there.

“Breathe.” He said softly.

You took a deep breath.

“That’s it, and another?”

You did the same and he kept telling you to take deep breaths until he could feel you relax slightly and he wiped a few tears from your face with his thumbs.

“Jimmy…?” You asked.

“Yeah it’s me, come here.”

He sat next to you and pulled you into his side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you closed your eyes, trying to focus on calming your racing heart.

“She’s gone now, do you want to head back we’re leaving anyways.” Tony smiled.

You nodded and stood up, pulling your keys out of your pocket only to have them snatched away by Tony.

“I’ll drive, then autopsy gremlin will find you when he’s back, okay?”

You nodded and followed Tony.

The drive back was silent, he didn’t ask any questions other than wondering if you were okay.

Once you were back you sat at your desk trying to do some paperwork when a pair of hands were placed in your shoulders messaging them.

Looking up you found Jimmy smiling down at you, and you placed a hand over one of his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened back there, I just want to know if you’re okay?” He asked.

“Yeah… I’ll be okay.” You nodded.

Leaning your head back, you resting it against him as you closed your eyes and slowly breathed, the sounds of the office helping you relax, reminding you where you really were.

Jimmy smiled at you and leant down, kissing the top of your head before he carried on working all the stress out of your shoulders.

“Palmer! You should be downstairs!” Gibbs snapped.

“Sorry gibbs I’ll go now.”

Jimmy went to leave but your white knuckle grip on his hand made him stop and he turned to gibbs who looked at you before sighing.

He waved his hand, telling Jimmy he could stay there and your grip relaxed a little.

Jimmy leant down.

“I’m not going anywhere okay?” He whispered.

You nodded your head and he carried on messaging your shoulders, letting you rest your head on him as you tried to forget everything about the woman you had seen today.

All those horrible memories you didn’t want, you tried focusing on happy ones instead, and all the ones you thought off were about Jimmy. When you met him, when he asked you out, when you moved in together.

All your happy memories were him

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Forrest of love

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@withlove-amber asked:

What about Jimmy and Y/N's wedding day? The ceremony would be in a forest

You smiled as you made your way down the aisle, making your way towards the love of your life. When you had asked for your ceremony and the vows to be held in the middle of the forest he had agreed wholeheartedly saying that it would be truly magical and the very essence of the two of you if it was to happen that way. You beamed as you caught sight of Jimmy standing there in his navy blue suit with the orange flowers on his boutineer, you couldn’t help it, you were truly giddy. The only thing stopping you from running towards the man of your dreams was your father’s grip on your arms and everyone could see this. As you reach Jimmy’s side your father pauses and you look at him, placing a kiss on his cheek 

“I love you daddy” you whisper and he smiles

“I love you too bug” he whispers back before placing your hand in Jimmy’s

“You look after my baby girl Jimmy” your dad says and Jimmy nods his head

“Of course sir, with every part of my being” he declares and you can tell he means it, he had done everything in his power to make you happy since the two of you had meet three years ago.

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[js-a-writer]

First of all how is ur day/ night going, hope it's going well if not I hope it gets better. But I was wondering if u could make like an angst or fluff or both story for Jimmy Palmer of NCIS based off of "Darling...you can't just say things like that." Or "Come on, you know you can't hide forever." Where the reader may be having a rough time or maybe there is a lot of teasing going on? With the second one it can be a little flirty just nothing like too much if u can. Of course u don't have to do this request but if u do take as much time as you need and remember to drink lots of fluid and eat food and prioritize more important things in life and get to this whenever have a lovely day/night!

So I did see your requests, but I came up with another idea for one of the prompts and did that instead. I'll do your requests exactly how you wanted them, but I just had to get this out first. I actually had a plan figured out for yours, but my brain did not follow that. Again sorry, I will still make your other request(s) if you want. Just message me privately!

Summary: You and Jimmy get into a petty argument and end up healing it in the cutest, most romantic way possible.

Warnings: Angst (to fluff)

Petty Arguments

You and Jimmy had been working very hard on this case spending endless days, working long hours to find out what had happened to this poor Naval Officer.

You both had been so stressed out, with him spending forever in Autopsy with Ducky's long and pointless stories, and you with piles of research and investigation runs, along with the constant nagging from Tony for the both of you.

You had started to become easily irritable with the lack of sleep; every little thing seemed to set you off. You and Jimmy had walked into your small apartment with dark circles under your eyes, shoulders slumped, kicking off your shoes before collapsing on the couch.

Jimmy was heading to the kitchen, putting the keys on the counter and searching the cabinets for something to eat for dinner. "Don't bother. You won't find anything. I'll just order something." you triedly stated, rubbing at your eyes. "But we haven't had a decent, home-cooked meal together in what feels like forever." Jimmy says coming to sit next to you on the couch.

"Jimmy, I'm tired. Let's just order something and head to bed, yeah?" Jimmy sighs. He hasn't spent quality time with you in weeks it feels like. "I just wanted to spend time with you." Jimmy muttered under his breath. "Look, I'm sorry that we haven't had much quality time together later, but this case is different. It requires long hours and lots of focus. I'm exhausted and just want to eat and go. To. Sleep." you said harshly.

You were growing increasingly frustrated and Jimmy could tell. You continue to order somethig knowing he was done with the argument. "I ordered a pizza. It should be here in about 30 minutes." you say walking off. He sighs again.

"Whatever Jimmy, I'm done with this. Eat, don't eat. I. Don't. Care!" you say storming into the bedroom. You decide to take a bath, to try and relax yourself. Turning on the water, you began to strip, until you were completely naked, stepping into the tub.

Jimmy started to overthink (as he usually did) and he went to the bedroom to look for you, but you weren't there. He started panicking, thinking you had left but when he heard a soft spalsh come from the bathroom he knew you were in there. He stepped in an saw you in the tub relaxing with your eyes shut. A book was on the table next to you, as were a few candles and your phone.

You had your head leaned back, your hair thrown up in a loose bun, some of your curls/fly aways falling out of it, onto your beautiful face. Jimmy couldn't help but to admire you as he took a few steps closer to take your hand in his. You opened your eyes to see him sitting next to the tub, his head resting on the rim, with his hand in yours.

"Hi," he quietly says, testing the waters before actually talking to you about what had happened. "Hi." you say in a whisper, fearing your voice would betray you if you spoke any louder. Jimmy was about to say something when he saw your slightly bloodshot eyes looking into is, and the candles illuminating the tear stains on our cheeks.

"Oh, my darling, have you been crying?" he said tears forming in his own eyes at the thought of you crying because of some stupid, pointless agrument between the two of you. You looked down and he lifted your chin for you to look at him again. "Did you not think I would notice?" he asks, genuinely curious.

"I thought I could hide in here and you wouldn't notice." you say tears forming in your shiny, glittering eyes, again. "Come on, you know you can't hide forver." he says half serious. "I know, I'm so sorry. I've just been so stressed with work, and I know you have too! I've just been so frustraed and took it out on you, I'm so sorry, Baby." you confessed, tears spilling out of your eyes.

Jimmy got up from the floor and you feared he was leaving you. But instead he started to strip, gesturing for you to move up so he could slide in behind you. When the two of you got comfortable, you resting your back against his chest, and him leaning back on the tub, with you in his arms.

He kisses your head in reassurance, "Baby, you don't have to appologise. I know you've been stressed, and I know you've been trying so hard and putting your all into this case." "But that's no excuse, you've been working just as hard as I have down in Autopsy with Ducky. I shouldn't have taken my frustration out on you, and for that I am truly sorry."

"Appology accepted!" he smiles as he pulls you impossibly closer and squeezing you in a tight bear hug. "I love you, Darling," "I love you more!" "Not possible my love." you blushed at the nickname. "Fine, you win! But just this once." you exclaim, making watching motions with your poiinter and middle fingers. You both giggled and spent the rest of your night just like that; cuddled up together giggling and holding eachother close.

@kxge0

#jimmy palmer x reader #ncis #angst with a happy ending

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Bubbles (Jimmy Palmer/Reader)

Jimmy Palmer (NCIS) oneshot time! If you want a short fluffy oneshot where Jimmy is super comforting to an anxious reader then I hope you enjoy!

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Note: Reader is on team Gibbs.

this is so fluffy. and probably a little cheesy at some point. but here it is!

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 Jimmy took one step out of the NCIS building after work and grimaced at the slap of summer heat. The hottest day of the year had just passed, but it hadn’t quite cooled down yet and everyone was still feeling the effects. The last orange beams of sunlight were somehow still hot as ever, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky to block them out. It was a beautiful day, but for most it was better spent indoors. Jimmy was definitely one of those people.

  The heat and the case were taking their toll on him. Earlier that day, the arrested killer had managed to break free from the agents and caused a scene before they could apprehend him again. In the scuffle, Tony and Tim had been hurt. Tony was worse off, as he had thrown himself right in the line of fire. Jimmy knew it was bad when Gibbs yelled at him through the phone to get Dr. Mallard and bring medical supplies to the evidence garage. Since then, he’d had to complete the autopsy on his own, tend to Tim’s injuries, report to a furious Gibbs, and finish up all the paperwork Dr. Mallard had left over.

  As soon as he got to his car, Jimmy shrugged off his overcoat and, not for the first time, wished he didn’t feel so compelled to wear his nice suits to work. He rolled up his dress-shirt sleeves and slid into the driver’s seat. As he adjusted the rear view mirror, he caught a glimpse of someone further down the street, sitting down on the sidewalk. His stomach dropped and his heart broke when he realized just what it was he was seeing. He reached for something in the glove compartment, hopped out of his car, and ran to her aid.

  (Y/N) was sitting by her car, head in her hands. Her silhouette shook just enough to be detectable. She wiped frustrated tears out of her eyes, and he could see her lips moving in what looked to be harsh words. If he knew her, those words were likely directed at herself.

It clicked in his mind that, to his dismay, he hadn't asked how she was doing after such a stressful day. She was the only one out of Gibbs' team who hadn't gotten any physical casualties, but Jimmy knew better than to assume she was okay. He scolded himself for not taking this time sooner.

  Jimmy took a seat by her, the summer heat all but forgotten. “Um, hey (Y/N).”

  He watched with a sadness pooling in his gut as she struggled for words. 

 “You don’t have to say anything right now,” Jimmy said. He offered her a reassuring smile. “Just breathe first.”

  She shook her head, “Jimmy, I messed up.” Another tear was wiped away in frustration. “I told you, I’m not cut out for field work, and I,” she paused, catching her breath. “I hesitated and Tony and Tim paid the price. What's gonna happen when I slip up again and someone gets really hurt, or... or worse!? I can't do that to the team!”

 Jimmy looked into her eyes, “Hey, no one blames you for what happened. Not even Gibbs, trust me.”

 Another silence followed. He could see the conflict written all over (Y/N)’s face as she fought against her own feelings. He waited with her, letting her take her time. His heart had broken into a million pieces for her over and over again. He’d been afraid to admit, but he couldn’t deny that he had more than just a soft spot for her now.

 Being everyone’s favorite confidant, Jimmy knew things about her that most didn’t. He knew the person (Y/N) hid behind her usually calm, quiet exterior. He knew the person who was passionate and caring toward the people she was closest to, and who was harder on herself than anyone else was to her. He had comforted her when she poured out her fears the first time she had ever been assigned as a field agent on Gibbs’ team. With a background in research and programming, she, not unlike Tim, hadn’t felt the most qualified for field work. Her anxiety that day had become unbearable and Jimmy had been the one to anchor her and stick with her until she felt okay again.

  He wasn’t about to let her down now.

  After letting her have some time to try and breathe, he held out the small item he had grabbed on the way out of his car. (Y/N)’s face softened with curiosity and Jimmy couldn’t help but notice a glimmer in her eyes. She raised a brow at him as he unscrewed the lid of a small, colorful bottle and pulled out a bright pink bubble wand. With one gentle blow, he made a dozen shiny bubbles float up around them and popped a couple on their way down.

 She looked at him, her confusion clear. “What are you… What are you doing?” 

  “It uh,” Jimmy said, now feeling a little shy about the childish activity, “It helps me when I’m overwhelmed. Do you wanna try it?”

 After some consideration, she accepted the bubble wand. Jimmy saw in her eyes that, just for a second, she felt like a kid again as she watched a few bubbles float in front of her. She took a deeper breath and blew some more. A faint smile began to tug at her lips as Jimmy reached to pop a few bubbles. 

  “I, I know this won’t sound the most… grown-up,” Jimmy said, “but bubbles really are pretty, aren’t they?”

 He noted with a warm smile that (Y/N) nodded in agreement. With each blow, her breaths began to even out, and she felt more relaxed. As her breaths became deeper, she could finally talk and explain her thoughts and feelings better to him. 

 Jimmy listened to her every word, and from then on he promised himself that he would do whatever he could to give her a little smile and a little bit of sunshine on her rainy days and everyday. No matter what. One day, he might even tell her how he really felt about her, but for now, he just wanted to be there for her and just be with her. 

 They couldn’t see the sun from where they were, but as they blew bubbles, (Y/N) and Jimmy watched the sky change from a pale blue to a richer dark periwinkle. The relief of cool night air finally swept over them. His comfort for her didn’t fix everything, but for a few minutes, Jimmy could see that (Y/N) felt a little better. She was gonna be okay.

   Jimmy knew he would be okay too.

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The Sounds of Justice - Master List

Warnings: canon typical violence, cursing, non-consensual drugging, descriptions of character death, mentions and descriptions of jail, car crashes, lying, manipulation, guns, yandere themes, mafia AU, mafia Rafael Barba (trust me, he needs the warning), mentions of rape (not to the reader), and unwanted advances (nothing happens to the reader).

A/N: This is my response to the mafia AU poll that I posted. It was a challenge to write it but it was worth it. Comments and reblogs are very much welcomed and I hope you enjoy the fic. Please take notice of the warnings; they are exactly the same as the warnings on this page and they will be at the top of each chapter.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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Caught in a Snow Storm ~ Alden Parker 1/2

Summary: After a work road trip, you and Alden have to stop at a hotel cause the roads are being closed and there’s only one room left.

Warnings: one bed, heater goes out, smut, age gap, smoking, handjob, oral (f receiving).

Words count: 5.2k

Author’s note: yes, despite being summer, I’m writing winter fics. I couldn’t shake this idea off my head so I finally wrote it down. Second part coming soon! Special mention to Supernatural in this work because 18 years later, I finally fell into the rabbit hole. I hope you’ll like it! ❤️

None of this was planned. Nothing happened the way it should have. The whole trip was a major waste of time, giving you zero info for your murder case and even less a lead. On top of that, a huge snow storm hit, blocking the roads and you had to stop at the first hotel you found. You usually love the snow, you find it beautiful when it’s all white outside. But this time, it was just the cherry on the cake. “Do you have everything you need for a sleepover?” You did this trip with your team leader, Alden Parker. You didn’t want to go in the first place.

The idea of being stuck in a car for almost three hours with your crush didn’t sound appealing. Not that you mind being with him, you actually love his company, love talking to him about all kinds of things, love his face when he smiles, or how his eyes are soft whenever he looks at you. You love how his mustache is dark while the rest of his beard - and hair - keeps getting whiter. But you still didn’t want to, because of what happened the week before.

Despite being cold outside, the sky was clear blue and the sun was out. You love this exact kind of weather, and ever since you found out about the roof, you enjoy going up for a break, taking some deep breaths, having a smoke and just appreciate the quiet. And that was exactly what you did. Smelling the nice scent coming from the bakery down the street, a cigarette in hand, you relaxed. You even took a couple of pictures of this nice view.

“You know,” you jumped for a second at the sound of his voice straddling you. He chuckled at your reaction. “Ever since I joined, I’ve been wondering where your secret smoking spot is.” He got closer to the ledge, taking in the view. You tried not to stare too much.

“Did you follow me here, Parker?” You puffed on your cigarette.

“Just a little at the time. Nice spot. But the cigarette—“

“I know, I don’t need the lecture. I’m not a heavy smoker, you know.” You stayed a few steps away from him, not wanting to overwhelm him with the bad smell of nicotine.

“Just when you’re overwhelmed or want to relax.”

You didn’t know what to think about the fact that he noticed all of this. And was intrigued enough that he found your secret spot. You felt all giddy, but buried it deep inside you.

“After sex, too.” As soon as it left your lips, you regretted it. Where was this coming from? Technically, it is true, you enjoy a smoke after sex, but it wasn’t something Alden Parker needed to know. You felt so horrified that you stopped looking at the man and just focused on the view and your cigarette that was coming to an end. You would probably need another one. “I shouldn’t have said that.” You managed to say.

“Yeah,” he agreed and you felt even worse. “Look, I’m not going to tell you how bad it is for you, cause I know how annoying that is—I’ve been there.” You looked at him, forgetting your embarrassment for a second. “Just that if and when you decide to try to stop, I’ll be happy to help.”

“H—how did you stop?”

“That’s actually one of the good things that came out of my marriage with Vivian. She really wanted me to stop, so we came to an agreement that everytime I needed to smoke, I’d reach out to her. I’d call if we weren’t together, or just tell her if we were, and she’d do her best to take my mind off it.”

“And it really worked?”

“After a while, yeah. It did. But also because I wanted to stop. If you don’t have that in the first place, no matter what you do, it won’t work.”

“I’ll— think about it. Thank you for offering your help.”

Your cigarette was long gone, and you put the bottom away in a little ashtray you hid.

“We’re a team.” He smiled at you. That damn smile that makes you want to reach for him and kiss him until you can’t breathe.

You went back to the bullpen together. “I do miss a good cigarette after sex though.” He just said before you left the roof.

Maybe you spent the entire week overthinking this. He obviously didn’t mind what you said, but you still felt horrified by it. Why would you say something like that to him? Clearly, he knew what that feeling was like, but it still wasn’t worth mentioning. He did agree when you said you shouldn’t have said it though. Did it make him uncomfortable? He probably doesn’t want to know anything about his coworkers sex life.

Not that you had any lately.

When you finally reached a hotel, you thought it would be it. You couldn’t wait to get into your room, lay down and relax. Probably go back down later to smoke. The ride itself wasn’t bad at all. Alden was his usual self, you two talked about many stuff in the car, some were work related and some weren’t. At some point, it felt like he was trying to know you better than he already did. After all, you’ve been working together for just a year, and it’s not like you two spend a lot of alone time together.

“I’m sorry we’re booked.” The receptionist started to say, and you sighed heavily. “Lots of people decided to stop when they announced the storm coming up. All we have left is a suite.” You and Alden looked at each other.

“It’s either that or the car.” He said.

“Fine. But accounting better not give us hell for that.”

“Is this a work trip?” The lady asked, surprising both of you.

“Yeah, why?” Alden asked.

“Because that suite—only has one bed.”

“Fuck me.” You muttered a bit too loud. But Alden agreed for the room.

“We’re adults.” He said in the elevator. “We’ll build a pillow wall if it makes you feel better.”

“Sure. Adults and pillow walls really fit together.” You rolled your eyes. Alden chuckled.

“Have you ever slept in the same bed as a friend or something?”

“Yeah, of course. But it’s different.”

The elevator’s doors opened and Alden walked out first. “If it really grosses you out to share a bed with me, I’ll sleep on the floor, Y/N.”

You usually love when he says your name, but not this time. You could tell by his tone that you upset him. Hurt him, maybe? But wasn’t it better that he thought something like that than know the truth? That you didn’t want to share a bed because you were scared of what it may do to you. You followed him into the suite. It was very beautiful, spacious, and kinda—romantic. Not helping.

“That’s not what I meant, Alden.” He put his backpack down.

“I saw a little store down the street, I’m gonna go buy a few things.” He walked past you to reach for the door again. “Do you need anything?” He still asked.

“A pack of cigarettes?” You heard his quiet growl.

“I was thinking more like some food? Hygiene products? PJs?”

“Do you really think they are selling PJs in that mini store?”

“I’m hoping. Sleeping on the floor is one thing, but sleeping on the floor in my suit? I’d rather not.”

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.” You told him.

“Are you?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah right.”

You knew he wanted to ask you why it was different with him. Why did you seem so repulsed by the idea of sharing a bed?

“I’ve got everything I need, thanks.”

Alden nodded and left.

This would be alright, yes? It was just one night. The bed was big enough for you two, you wouldn’t need a pillow wall. You just hoped his scent wouldn’t drive you crazy, that his body heat wouldn’t warm your insides.

While Alden was gone, you called McGee to give them updates - not that you had much - and listen to theirs. You exchanged a few theories about the case. And finally told him that you’ve found a hotel to spend the night. “Where’s Parker?”

“He needed a few things for a store downstairs. How are the roads in DC?”

“Not too bad yet, but we’re all heading back home before we have to sleep in the office.”

“Lucky you.”

“Be safe and stay warm.”

“Not too warm though.” You overheard Nick. The team knew about your crush on Alden. They all figured you out little by little.

“Tell him he’s a dead man.”

“She’s going to kill you.” Tim said to Nick, laughing.

“Love you too!” Nick shouted.

You were still working on your computer when Alden came back from his little trip. You immediately noticed the snow all over his dark coat, his hair was wet, and he looked absolutely frozen. “It’s getting bad.” You stood up to take a quick look through the window. Everything was covered in snow and the night was dropping. “The store owner told me that a neighborhood close by lost power. We may be next.”

“Wonderful.”

As Alden took his coat and jacket off, you went to grab a towel from the bathroom and offered it to him. “For your hair.”

“Thank you.” He dried off his hair, and sat on bed to take off his wet socks. He looked at you puzzled when you extended your hand.

“It’s just socks. They need to dry.”

You disappeared in the bathroom to put them on the tower heater, while it still worked. When you came back, Alden was sitting on the bed in his white undershirt, his belt was unbuckled. You forced yourself not to stare. “We can eat downstairs but I don’t feel like moving just yet. You can if you want to be alone.”

“Not hungry for now. You should take a shower while there’s still hot water, that’ll warm you up. I put a towel on the heater.”

You could feel his eyes on you even though you had your back turned to him. “Thank you.” And he was gone to the bathroom.

This was going to be alright.

You took a look in the bags he brought back. Was this considered sneaking? He didn’t say anything about it being private, and you could see a bag of chips on top anyways. And you found mostly snacks, a bag of your favorites. There was your favorite kind of tea, and some coffee powder. And obviously, a box of pastries. You smiled at that. If Alden doesn’t find his way to pastries, pastries will find their way to him.

Then you grabbed the hotel menu, looking at what could interest you. Unlike you told Alden, you were hungry, you just didn’t want to eat alone. And you wanted to make up to him for hurting his feelings earlier.

He came back from the bathroom, wearing some night shorts, his white t-shirt and a black zipper on top. His hair was still a little wet, and messy. You’ve never seen his beautiful hair like this and you loved it even more. Alden looked so casual, and cozy, you realized this was what it’d be like to date the man. This could be one of your daily views, if only— if only.

You were on the bed, scrolling on your phone, your legs under the blanket as it was getting a bit colder. “You should go too.” He told you, and you agreed. Walking past him as he smelled fresh from the shower turned your upside down. You hurried to the bathroom and locked up. A cold shower was more needed than a hot one. You almost gave up to your urges in the shower and touched yourself, but your embarrassment afterwards would be written all over your face, and Alden could read you very easily.

You needed to smoke.

“You were looking at the menu. Do you want to order something?”

“Do you?”

You definitely noticed how Alden looked at you from head to toes, even though there was nothing to see. You were wearing an oversized hoodie that you always have with you during winter, and your work pants. “I don’t have shorts like yours or anything similar.” You answered his silent question.

“Get under the blanket and take them off. I’m staying here for now anyway.”

You did as told, because you honestly wanted those pants off. Alden stayed seated at the little table. “So, food?”

“The grilled cheese sounds good.”

“Drink? I got you some tea for later, but you already saw that.”

It was the first time since you got the room that you and Alden actually looked at each other. You could tell he was teasing you for looking into the bags, so you smiled. “My favorite. Thank you by the way.”

You gave Alden your full order and he called the reception, who informed him about the heating system issue. The room temperature was clearly dropping. You pulled on your sleeves to cover your hands, and put the hood on. “We can get an extra blanket, or hang out around their chimney.”

“I’d rather stay here for now. And get your ass under the blanket too.”

“I’m good.”

“For the love of god, Alden! I’m not grossed out by the idea of sharing a bed with you! Or anything like that for that matter.”

“No, I know. I get it. I’m your team leader, I’m quite older than you. It’s not very comfortable, like sleeping with your weird uncle or something.”

You laughed, but Alden looked serious.

“You’re definitely not the weird uncle.”

“Yeah, tell that to my nieces and nephews.”

“I’d rather trust Eli.” You smiled and he returned it. You and the team learned about Alden’s godson only recently. You’ve met his former FBI partner, Jeremy, who talked about his son Eli, and how much he loved his godfather. You had no doubt believing that Alden was a loving godfather, who took his role very seriously. And you loved that about him. “Get under the blanket, Parker.” You said again, and this time he did. He stayed very much on his side though, a huge gap between your body and his. “Plug your phone before the power goes out.” He said, plugging his own.

As you left the bed to grab your phone charger - and computer - you forgot that you had no pants on. It didn’t even occur to you when you slightly bent over to get it from your bag. It was only when you walked back to the bed, and saw how red Alden’s cheeks were that you realized. You basically jumped under the blanket, mortified. “I’m sorry! I completely forgot—sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He cleared his throat. “No worries.”

“Let’s agree that if either of us does something that makes the other uncomfortable, we can just say it. Yeah?”

“Deal.”

How could you look him in the eyes now?

Both of you on your side of the bed, focusing on your phones, the room became totally quiet. You didn’t know what was more uncomfortable, the fact that you just saw your panties, and that you’re both so ill at ease, you can’t even talk, creating this awful atmosphere.

Finally, your order came in. You obviously decided to eat on the bed, the blanket covering you as much as possible. “I can put up something on my laptop if you want.” You offered.

“Yeah, why not.”

You gave him a few options as he settled the food.

“What’s Supernatural?”

“Seriously? Dean and Sam Winchester, chasing demons and all kinds of creatures?”

“That sounds—“

“Like what we’re watching. Sit.”

And you did just that. Eat dinner in bed, covered by a comfy blanket, watching the first episode of Supernatural… with your team leader. Your crush. The guy who’s much older than you.

You didn’t know who was the most surprised by how Alden got into it. He was asking you a bunch of questions, some that you couldn’t answer without spoiling. “Just because it’s not that bad, doesn’t mean I’ll binge the whole thing. Don’t care about the spoilers.”

“I do. So, if you want to know what killed the boys’ mom, just watch it.”

Alden was leaning against the headboard, an arm behind his head. He looked even more cozy than he did earlier. You could so easily lay down on his chest, and cuddle as you watch the show. “Maybe I should go down and get that extra blanket.” He said at the end of the episode.

“I will go. I’m gonna smoke.”

“I didn’t buy you a pack.”

“Always have a few with me. Do you think you can avoid freezing to death for ten minutes?”

“You’re the one going outside. Wouldn’t you prefer to stay warm here and talk to me?” He offered. How he managed to stop smoking. “We can watch another ep, if you want.”

“You’re hooked.” You grinned.

Alden turned on his side, leaning a little closer to you. “Well it’s always nice to know how to defend myself if I ever encounter a demon.”

“Or a vampire, or a werewolf, or a rougarou.”

“What the hell is a rougarou?” He laughed.

“Binge. The. Show.” At every word, you got closer to Alden. So close your forehead almost brushed his. A little more and you could’ve kissed the man. And it obviously took both of you by surprise.

“I’ll go get the blanket. Be back in a few.” He was gone before you could say anything.

By the time he came back, you had cleared the bed from the plates and food, made sure that there were no crumbs or anything in the sheets, put his water bottle on his nightstand, and waited. The extra blanket looked fluffy and pretty warm, and Alden couldn’t wait to get under. “It’s freezing in those damn hallways.”

You grabbed the blanket from his arms and set it just right on the bed. You took your computer, settling it between your hips and Alden’s, maybe it acted as a barrier. “You’re cold.” You could feel his coldness despite the gap.

“You think?” His vest was close up to the top, and he put his hood on just like you. Without thinking further, you reached out for one of his hands. It was frozen.

“Gimme the other one.” Puzzled, he gave you his hands. You put them in the big pocket of your sweater, and covered them with yours. His hands were much bigger than yours but you didn’t care. You moved your fingers on his skin, putting a bit of pressure to get the blood flooding properly.

“Do you have another pocket for my feet?” He asked as you felt his legs getting closer.

“I swear if you put your cold feet on my legs, I’ll scream.”

In the pocket where the four hands were, you didn’t know who was trying to warm who. They were mixed together, you could feel his fingers moving against your palm and wrist. Alden chuckled, his legs got even closer.

“Parker, I have a gun.”

“So do I. And I’m a better shooter.”

“We’re 1 to 1, so no, you are not.”

You and Alden went to the shooting range a couple of times. It started with a little teasing about your aim after a case, and it turned into a competition. Whoever wins the next round has to invite the other for dinner. His idea.

Did it mean something?

“When this case is over, we’re doing the last round. I can’t wait for my free dinner.”

“Be careful. I could take you to the worst and cheapest restaurant ever.”

“In that case—“

Before you knew it, Alden’s legs were intertwined with yours. His feet were pressed against your calves, and your body got much closer to his. You let out a small scream of surprise before trying to fight him off. But his hands had left your pocket to lock you down. To be honest, with your training, you could get out of his hold but he wanted to play, so you were going to indulge. He was holding you so tight that your hands were stuck in your pocket. You tried to sneak your way out, until you both heard a thump. “Was that my laptop?” You asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“If it’s broken, you’ll explain to accounting why I need a new one.” You lifted your head to look at him. “Shouldn’t be too hard for you.”

“Why’s that?”

“According to the rumors, you dated—“

“Come on. Don’t tell me you believe those rumors?”

“Well, they are around your age, some are single. And Kathy is very beautiful.”

You felt his hold loosen a little but honestly, you didn’t want him to let go of you. You wanted to stay there for as long as possible. He smelled so good, his body felt perfect against yours. Being this close to him felt—right.

“Mmm… that’s true, she is. Do you think I have a chance with her?”

You forced yourself to smile. “Of course you do. You’re clever, handsome, sweet, funny, passionate. And you have the best head of hair ever.”

He laughed at that. From where you were, you saw his throat bobbing. His Adam’s apple was so close, all you wanted was to kiss it. His laugh was the best sound you’ve heard, and it was even better when you were the reason he was laughing.

“I figured you loved my hair when a month after I joined the team, you accidentally touched it.”

“It was an accident, Alden! I was reaching for the file and your head was on the way!”

“Sure it was. I have such a big head.”

“Aldeeeen!” You whined and somehow your face buried itself in his neck. “I swear I didn’t—“

“I’m just teasing you.” He chuckled.

Realizing that you were basically cuddling the man, you were ready to move away and get some much needed distance. Especially that Alden’s released the last bit of pressure they had on you. But before you could move even just a little, his arms closed again. This time, he wasn’t locking you down. He was hugging you. Cuddling you.

“We should stay like this if we don’t want to freeze to death. Unless it makes you uncomfortable—“

“I’m good.” You immediately said. You didn’t want to move. Not now, not ever. “You’re lucky your feet are warm now.”

“Thanks to you.”

After a long moment and an internal debat, you moved your arms to hold him back. You felt his body relaxing entirely, and yours did the same. And you stayed like long enough that you both fell asleep.

Three hours later, you woke up. You and Alden were practically in the same position, except that he rolled a bit of his back, and one of his hands was dangerously close to your butt.

Your skin was damped. You were hot and sweating. Pulling the blankets just a little, you realized that the room wasn’t cold anymore. As slowly and quietly as possible, you moved out of Alden’s arms and left the bed. The heater was working very well, your hoodie wasn’t needed anymore so you got rid of it, as well as your socks. You were now in a tank top and panties, but couldn’t bring yourself to care. Especially not after what happened earlier.

You removed the extra blanket as gently as you could so Alden wouldn’t wake up. Then, you crawled back in bed, stared at his beautiful and peaceful face before slowly opening the zipper of his vest. You were halfway through it when his body moved and you felt his eyes on you. “The heating system got fixed. You should take it off.”

“You were doing a great job.” He sleepily said. You opened the vest entirely, and tried to remove it from one of his arms.

“A little help, Alden?”

Half asleep, he sat up and put his arms in the air like a toddler wanting to be undressed. You quietly laughed and undressed him, almost straddling his lap. It surprised you when he got rid of his t-shirt too before laying back down, taking you with him.

Alden was shirtless. You could feel him, you could touch his chest if you were bold enough. You wanted to turn on the lights and see his body, admire it, imprint in your brain forever. You were about to relax and just enjoy this moment, but it was when he let go of you and practically turned on the other side. “Oh” left your lips as it surprised you, confused you and kinda hurt you.

“Male body reaction.” You heard him say. “It’s better I stay on my side.”

It took you a couple of seconds to understand. “What if I don’t want you to stay on your side?” You whispered and moved closer. You didn’t know what had gotten into you at this moment. Maybe you were going to die of embarrassment, maybe you’d have to quit your job in the morning. Or maybe—

You were now spooning Alden. “Remember our agreement? If one of us does something that makes the other un—“

“Yeah.” He cut you off.

Slowly, you ran your hand from bare back to his chest. He started to breathe heavily. You loved the hair that was there. You touched his pecs, his tummy, making him growl, and reached the waistband of his shorts. You softly kissed his shoulder and Alden melted. His hand went up and down your forearm that was around him. “I need you to agree to this, Alden.” You whispered into his ear, “Don’t want to take advantage of sleepy you.” You planted a kiss under his ear.

“I’m very much awake, sweetheart.” His head leaned back into you. “You can do anything to me.”

When was the last time someone took care of this man?

Your hand finally got into his shorts. You had barely touched his length that he moaned. When your hand wrapped around his cock, you didn’t expect it to be this thick. You got even wetter than you already were. You collected his pre cum on the tip, and used it to start stroking. “Fuck!” He growled deeply. He completely leaned into you, his hand reaching for your hair, neck, face. He was needy and you loved it. You freed his cock from the shorts and stroked him slowly, putting just enough pressure. You kissed his cheek, nipped his ear. You were able to move your other arm under his head, which allowed him to touch his chest. Between the noises he was making, you could tell he wanted to talk, he wanted to say something but everything died on his tongue. “Kiss me.” Was all he could say as he turned his face and you did. All teeth and tongue, all needy and desperate. Alden was now on his back, his hips moving. You weren’t sure if you were giving him a handjob or if he was fucking your hand. That you cared.

“I’m gonna—“ he choked and growled.

You kissed his cheek and whispered to his ear again. “Cum for me, Alden. I’ve got you.” A few more sloppy strokes and he was coming all over his stomach, your name dying on his lips along curse words, his fist holding onto your hair for dear life - it stung a little but you loved it.

You watched him coming down from his high, playing with his hair. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he was catching his breath. The post orgasm bliss on his face. You kissed his cheek, “I’ll go get a towel.”

When you came back, Alden had turned the nightstand light on, and he looked absolutely perfect. Naked, satisfied, relaxed… the best version of Alden Parker you’ve ever seen until now.

He tried to reach for the towel but you slapped his hand away, and cleaned the sticky mess on his stomach. As soon as you were done, Alden grabbed you and pinned you on the bed, his body covering yours. “I think we can say that our platonic work relationship is ruined.” His eyes moved from your eyes to your lips.

“How terrible.” You grinned and he kissed you. You’ve been in control so far, but you knew at this moment that he was taking over.

“I’m not sure how I got you to be interested in me, but I’ll take it.” He lifted your tank top a little and went down to kiss your stomach.

“You’re the only one who didn’t know I’ve had a crush on you for months.” Your body shivered under his touch.

“I may have noticed a few things—“ he took your top off of you and admired your breasts before touching them, kissing them, playing with your nipples. “But it seemed impossible.” He kept touching your tits as he got back up to kiss you. You buried your hands in his hair, and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Why? Because you’re older?”

“For starters.” He kissed you one more time before getting on his knees. He slowly took off your panties while staring deep in your eyes.

“I don’t give a fuck about your age.” He looked at your panties, smelled them before throwing them away. You practically moaned at his actions.

“You should, babydoll.”

He settled between your legs, kissed your inner thigh, bit a little, and gently touched your pussy, looking at it so hungrily.

“Well if you don’t fuck me properly, I just might.” You teased, trying not to lose your mind over having him down there.

“As much as I want to, I’m not going to fuck you tonight, unless you got a condom hidden in your bag.”

“For fuck sakes!” You shouted.

“Sorry, doll. But I’m going to make you cum.”

And he finally dived in. He inhaled your scent deeply, before putting his month where you needed him the most. Alden knew what to do, when to do it. He ate you like a starving man. Making you moan loudly. You felt his index finger penetrating you, and another finger as his month kept playing with your clit. It didn’t take long before that amazing and familiar feeling appeared. One of your hands was in his hair, while he was holding the other with his free hand. Your legs around his neck could’ve suffocated him but you didn’t care and neither did he.

“I want to taste all of you, doll. Cum with my mouth.” He encouraged you. “I’ve got you.” He repeated your words. And you didn’t need more.

After cleaning you with the towel, Alden held you as you were catching your breath. Kissing your hair, he gently stroked your back. You both enjoyed this moment, this position, this tenderness. You didn’t know what tomorrow would be like, or even what this all meant.

Neither of you dared to ask.

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Autistic Reader + NCIS Team

Little drabbles of a gender-neutral reader with autism interacting with the NCIS team. Probably part one. This one has Gibbs, Abby, Jimmy, Ziva, and Ellie.

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Part Two

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God, you felt gross. Your brain was buzzing and your skin was crawling. You had showered three times already, the second right after drying off from the first, the third following after sitting on your bed, partly dressed, crying due to being stuck in your skin. You had just exited the shower, sighing when you realized the gross feeling was still with you. Pulling on your shirt and a pair of shorts you ignored your phone vibrating, flapping out of frustration with everything. You started pacing, walking back and forth, back and forth. A knock on your front door interrupted your pacing. You peeked through the peek-hole, sighing in relief when you see Abby Sciuto in all her glory. You flung the door open, ignoring the clattering of the item in her hand, too busy focusing on the weight of her arms around you. After a while you pull away, allowing her to bend down, picking up the item you caused her to drop. It was your favorite film. You hugged her again, throwing the normal social structures out the window with her. Abby always knew how to calm you down when you were in a funk and it was something you loved so much. You two spent the next few hours watching your favorite film along with your comfort episodes from your favorite shows.

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Your palms were sweaty. You could hear the tick of the clock every minute. The sun was in your eyes. You could hear the briefing of a team two cubicles away along with the whispers of people leaving the break room. Tim had been clicking his pen for the last three minutes and thirty-eight seconds. Ellie's fan was causing a paper to repetitively hit her desk. The lights were too bright, adding to the horrors of the orange walls. You could hear, feel, and see it all, and god it was a lot. You closed your eyes, focusing on just the clicking of the pen, taking the deepest breaths you could manage. And then, suddenly, all the noise stopped, replaced with a new pressure around your ears. You looked up just in time to see Gibbs smile softly in satisfaction before walking back to his desk to sit.

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Jimmy was on lunch, specifically on a not-date with Jess, which was something you knew, yet, here you are, standing in the doorway of the autopsy. Flapping, you leave the lights off and move to his desk, opening the bottom drawer to find what you needed. Pulling out your headphones and a weighted stim toy you slide down the wall next to his desk. Once on the floor, you move your legs around to sit crisscross, putting on the headphones and taking off your cardigan. You start slowly rocking back and forth, moving the beads around, back and forth in the fidget. You rock and rock and rock and rock, all until the lights flick on suddenly, Jimmy taking two steps into the room before noticing you. He rushed back to the lights, flicking them back, before coming to sit on the floor with you. He holds up one finger, then another, starting the process that you two had developed when you have a meltdown. One finger means notepad and two means sign. You huff, thinking about it before holding up a single finger. He slowly opens his bottom desk drawer, pulling out the specific notebook he had bought for you after finding the right texture of the paper. He slides a pencil and pen to you, allowing you the choice. You pick the pen, clicking it multiple times before you write anything. The notebook was opened up to the checklist page, and you checked off the boxes that applied to the situation, hesitating when you got to the question about taking or putting on your headphones. Checking it yes, you hand the notebook back to him, allowing him to read through it all and put on the requested playlist before you took off your headphones. Sighing softly, you closed your eyes, opening them to see a Jimmy Palmer smiling softly at you. You poked him in the knee, causing him to pull out a bouncy ball from the still-open desk drawer, and roll it to you. The two of you spent a while rolling or bouncing the ball back and forth, allowing you to calm down before pushing through the last few hours of the office day.

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Walking into the breakroom, you huff, realizing that they’re out of your comfort snack. Rubbing your pointing finger against your thumb three times to comfort yourself, you completely miss Ellie walking into the room. Noting the lack of your desired food, she turns to you, the question if you would like to go on a snack break out of her mouth before you can process that she was there. Jumping slightly, you nod your head, accepting the hand offered by your friend and coworker. Walking to the elevator, she sends a short text to Tim, saying they ran out of your comfort food and should be back within half an hour. You start stimming with her hand in yours, getting less embarrassed about it when she smiles softly at you after putting her phone away. She offers you the spare pair of earbuds she had on her and you offer her your coat. Ellie and your relationship had always been like this, her picking things up she thinks you might need when going out and you overdressing, always able to lend her a jacket when she needs one. Once at the ground level of the office, you two walk out, hand in hand, at max comfort. You two walk in silence, already knowing where you’re headed.

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Gibbs and Tony were out, picking up information on the only lead you have. You had gone through the list of the normal things you did when bored at work, alone, but were still restless. Your eyes light up when Ziva walks into the room, tapping your feet on the ground a satisfying amount of times before getting up. She raises an eyebrow at you, getting no response as you just lightly pull on her wrist, leading the two of you over to the empty desk in the back of the team's cubical. Nodding, she sits down in one of the chairs, reaching onto the desk to start on the puzzle that you kept back here. It was currently a space one, something you had picked up at a museum when visiting with Gibbs. Flapping lightly, you sit down, happy to continue the shared puzzle, something that always kept you distracted when there was time to kill. She smiles at you, something you’re too focused to notice. The two of you sit there, getting the border and different stars done in the time it takes for Tony and Gibbs to get back

#ncis fanfiction #reader insert #no use of y/n #leroy jethro gibbs #ziva david #jimmy palmer #abby sciuto #gibbs x reader #ellie bishop #ellie x reader #abby x reader #ziva x reader #jimmy x reader #my writing #autistic reader #ncis x reader #nics team x reader #platonic

[withlove-amber]

Halloween Costumes

alden parker x reader

This is for all my southern gals, hope you like it!

“I’m sorry to ask you this last minute, but would you mind taking Victoria trick-or-treating for me this Friday?” Jimmy asked (Y/N). “Of course Jimmy! I love Victoria, she’s like the sweetest kid I’ve ever met.” (Y/N) replied. “Thanks, (Y/N), I was hoping I’d be able to finish this case in time, but with the newest body we found… it’s not looking good.” “Anytime, Jimmy. Plus, I think she’ll like my costume.” (Y/N) replied, happy she has an excuse to dress up for Halloween. “Ooh, what’s your costume? Unless it’s a surprise.” Jimmy said. “Nah, you’re good. I think I’m going as Cowgirl Barbie.” “Oh, nice. Victoria says her’s is a surprise. She won’t tell me what it is.” Jimmy replied. “I’ll take pictures for you. Do you want me to pick her up and we can get ready here at NCIS?” (Y/N) asked. “That would be awesome, thank you.” Jimmy replied, grateful for his friend. 

~time skip to Friday~

“Hey, (Y/N), got any plans for tonight?” Jessica asked. “Yeah actually, I do. I’m taking Victoria trick-or-treating for Jimmy.” (Y/N) said. “Aww, cute! Are you dressing up?” Jessica asked. (Y/N) wasn’t sure if she should tell her friend the truth, but ultimately decided to. “Yeah, I am.” “Ooh, what are you going as?” Jessica asked, taking a sip of coffee. “It’s a surprise.” (Y/N) said, not wanting to be judged for her costume. “You have no idea, do you?” Jessica asked, wanting (Y/N) to reveal her costume. “No, I do… I just don’t want to be made fun of for it.” “I’m not going to make fun of you for it. I promise.” Jessica said. “Fine, it’s Cowgirl Barbie.” (Y/N) said, waiting for the laughter to begin. “Like from the new Barbie movie? That’s cute. It's so you.” Jessica said, trying to hold back her laughter at her friend’s choice in costume. “Thanks.” (Y/N) said, relieved her friend didn’t laugh in her face like she expected. “Plus, Parker loves hearing your accent peak through. So imagine the look on his face when he sees you in it.” Jessica said, ending with a wink. 

(Y/N) did have a crush on her boss, but she didn’t think he felt the same. But after what Jessica said, she was starting to wonder if her feelings were as one-sided as she thought. ‘Does he really like my accent?’ (Y/N) thought to herself. After a few hours, (Y/N) picked up Victoria as promised and brought her to NCIS. “Hey, what’s up Victoria?” Nick said when he spotted Victoria and (Y/N) exiting the elevator. “Hi, Uncle Nick. (Y/N)’s taking me trick-or-treating tonight!” “What are you dressing up as, Victoria?” Nick asked. “It’s a surprise, Uncle Nick.” Victoria replied. “Wow, you’re not even going to tell your favorite uncle?” Nick said, feigning offense. “Come on, (Y/N), let’s get ready!” Victoria said, grabbing (Y/N)’s hand. 

(Y/N) and Victoria went down to Kasie’s lab to get ready for the night ahead of them. As they came back to the bullpen (after taking photos with Kasie for Jimmy), they heard a myriad of ‘wows’ and ‘I love it’ coming from the team. Victoria came out first, showing off her Tinkerbell costume. After about a minute, (Y/N) came out and heard almost the same thing from the team, minus the “Wow you look so pretty” from Nick. He did whistle though, making (Y/N) glad she chose that particular costume. The costume consisted of a vest, flared pants, and a matching cowboy hat, all in the same shade of Barbie pink.

Parker wasn’t there when they came out to show off their costumes, as he was asking Jimmy for an update on the case. But what he saw when he came back up the stairs, he’ll never forget. (Y/N) was sitting at her desk, feet resting on her desk, showing off her brown cowboy boots. She was pretending to talk on the phone, while Nick took a photo of her. ‘So this was the mystery costume…wow. She looks great. It's so her.’ Parker thought. He was starting to wonder why she was dressed up. Yes, it was Halloween, but people don’t dress up at NCIS very much. He didn’t have to wonder for very long, as he spotted Victoria in her costume. 

Victoria and (Y/N) took photos with the team, as promised to Jimmy. When it was time to take a picture with Parker, (Y/N) started feeling even more nervous than she was already feeling about the entire situation. Parker didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, so he asked if he could put his hand on her waist. He wasn’t expecting her to say “Sure, Alden.” She didn’t just call him “Parker”, but “Alden”.  (Y/N) wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but she thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of his hand  on her waist. She often wondered how gentle his touch would be. Every thought and every daydream had nothing on the real thing. 

Earlier when she was getting ready with Victoria, she briefly wondered if Parker would find it adorable or weird. ‘Please be adorable.’ (Y/N) thought. Little did she know, he really liked the way she looked in that costume. He didn’t want to make it obvious, but he couldn’t tear his beautiful hazel green eyes away from the sway of her hips as she walked with Victoria to the elevator. But he forgot for a moment that he works with extremely intelligent individuals who can read human behavior like there’s no tomorrow. So him trying not to be obvious didn’t quite work out the way he wanted it to. 

“So Parker, what’d you think of (Y/N)’s costume?” Torres said, with a smirk forming on his face. Parker knew he wouldn’t stop being teased by the team, but he was okay with it because he had hope that one day (Y/N) will feel the same. Little did he know, she already did.

#ncis #alden parker #alden parker x reader #nick torres #jessica knight #kasie hines #jimmy palmer #victoria palmer

[tumbleweed-palmer]

hi!!! i dont know if you write smut but im obsessed with the prompts you republished and i was wondering if you could write an jimmy x reader with prompts 3,22 and 30??

Welcome Home

Here you go! The smut wound up being pretty filthy. There is no real plot to be found here just smut. Obviously minors DNI.

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The bed felt way too big without him. She knew the thought was silly. Their bed wasn’t all that huge. It was just a standard Queen size bed. Honestly it was a step up from the beds they’d slept in together when they’d been living separately. 

Y/N could remember the first time she’d spent the night on Jimmy Palmer’s old bed, back when he’d had his own place. The mattress had been a little lumpy and the metal framed bed had creaked with every little movement. Needless to say, she’d not gotten a good night’s rest when she spent the night at Jimmy’s place. She had found that she didn’t mind too much though. A less than great night’s rest seemed well worth it due to the man sleeping beside her.

When they’d made the choice to move in together, a bed had been the very first thing on their list of things to purchase when it came time to consolidate or sell their belongings.

To tell the truth, Y/N had a feeling the bed only felt too large because she was all alone in it.

She tried hard not to let her loneliness swallow her alive.

She told herself that it was ridiculous to be so mopey. She was being pathetic for feeling so forlorn having to sleep on her own. 

She was being overdramatic. Jimmy would be back home soon enough. It wasn’t as though he was never coming home. 

When Jimmy had first come to her with the exciting news that Dr. Mallard had invited him to go to a medical examiners convention that was taking place down in Orlando, Florida, she’d had no other reaction than to share his enthusiasm.

She knew it was a wonderful opportunity for him. He’d get to make professional connections and talk to experts in a field he hoped to join once he passed his licensing exam. 

Of course after the initial enthusiasm she’d had to wrap her mind around the concept that there was such a thing as a medical examiners convention. She guessed it made sense. There were probably conventions for just about anything and anyone. 

It was hard not to feel excited for Jimmy even when he’d told her that the convention would be a four day event.

One big thing that had attracted Y/N to Jimmy was his enthusiasm. He was genuinely excitable about most things.

He was passionate about his job. He was proud to assist Dr. Mallard. He felt that his career ambitions provided him with a privilege to help give closure to those who the deceased left behind. He felt that he was lucky to have the opportunity to have someone as experienced and as respected as Ducky as his mentor. 

Jimmy was so enthusiastic about learning. He was open to expanding his mind and loved learning both inside and outside of the classroom. This was something Y/N had found incredibly attractive.

To be honest she’d always considered herself a little sapiosexual. She knew it sounded so pretentious, but she found intelligence to be incredibly sexy.

To her there was nothing hotter than when a guy could share knowledge with her. She found the sight of a guy reading far sexier than the sight of a guy throwing a football.

There was a fine line to this attraction of course. She was turned on by intelligence, but there was no bigger turn off than when someone had a superiority complex about their intelligence.

Nothing could make her more turned off than when someone thought that sharing new information with her meant talking down to her and assuming she needed something explained to her because she was far too dumb to understand it on her own.

She liked intelligence, but she hated arrogance.

To her relief Jimmy Palmer didn’t have an arrogant cell in his body.

He was delighted to share information with her, never making her feel dumb for having questions or needing clarification. He explained things with such an aura of enthusiasm that it never felt as though he was lording knowledge over her.

He was as sweet as he was intelligent.

She felt so lucky to be able to call him her boyfriend. They’d been together for over a year now and had recently made the decision to move in together.

She could honestly say she’d never been happier. It felt like she was a world away from the person she’d been over a year before.

She’d been a mess when she’d met Jimmy.

She’d met Abby first. 

Y/N was a probationary agent at NCIS. It was an opportunity she was grateful for. She wanted to work hard and earn her place on a team. It wasn’t an easy job. She had found herself building solidarity among her fellow probation agents. That solidarity had led to her bonding with one of her peers to the point of things becoming romantic. 

She’d fallen hard for a fellow probationary agent. 

She’d thought that things were going well. She’d even taken him home to meet her mom.

Apparently she was uninformed about the actual nature of their relationship. It seemed that she’d taken it far more seriously than him. His commitment issues had been far too deep to actually bind himself to her in a serious relationship. 

Her boyfriend had thought that it was a great idea to break up with her at work, by text message nonetheless. Apparently he just couldn’t bear to do it in person. So, he was not only a commitmentphobe, but a coward as well. 

Y/N had been crushed. 

She’d always been a hopeless romantic and had a tendency to get easily attached to people. It was a fault she was well aware of. She had a tendency to be a little too much, or at least that was what people tended to tell her.

She was known to let her heart get a little too carried away. It led to hurt and heartbreak more often than not. She also had the fault of being far too sensitive.

Usually she could compartmentalize her emotions well enough when it came to performing her job. Having her heart shattered at work by someone who she would most likely have no way of avoiding, was a little too much for her to compartmentalize as usual. 

So, there she was recently broken up with crying in a stall in the ladies bathroom in NCIS’ basement.

She’d been in the middle of her pity party when a voice had sounded out apparently taking notice of her sobbing though she was trying hard to be as quiet as possible. “Are you okay in there?”

She’d glanced down at the gap underneath the stall door, her brow furrowing at the pair of black platform boots that were visible through that small gap.

She’d felt her mouth run before her brain could stop it spilling her heart to the mystery person in platform boots behind the door. 

The owner of the boots had coaxed her into opening the stall door, revealing one Abby Sciuto. Abby had given Y/N a much needed peptalk and had decided at that moment to take Y/N under her wing.

Given Y/N current state, she’d seemed in dire need of a friend.  

The friendship with Abby had led to Y/N meeting everyone else in Abby’s inner circle including Jimmy Palmer.

Jimmy had liked Y/N from the start. However he’d been hesitant to make a move, being well aware that Abby was a bit protective over her new probationary agent friend. He’d been even more hesitant when he’d found out about the situation with Y/N’s ex. He’d assumed that given how things had ended with her ex, Y/N most likely wasn’t open to any future attempts at an office romance.

Abby had once again stepped in and saved the day it seemed. She’d talked Y/N into reserving two seats at a sip and paint course for them to attend during the weekend. The Friday before they were due to attend the course she’d conveniently had a family emergency. 

Y/N could remember realizing what Abby was up to when she’d spoken. “Don’t let the reservation go to waste. Give someone my seat. I know someone who would love to take my place. Jimmy is really into art. You should invite him.”

Y/N had ignored the fact that Abby had clearly planned this and had taken the bait.

Much to her shock Jimmy had taken the bait as well.

One date together and Jimmy and she had become inseparable. She’d shown him that she was in fact not against an office romance.

Jimmy had proven to her that he was quite the romantic. He openly doted on her and she tended to do the same in return.

The sweet adoring relationship they’d built had made Jimmy’s absence all the more distressing to Y/N.

Work provided a nice distraction at the very least, but when she was home she couldn’t help but to feel lonely. She would be lying if she tried to deny the fact that in Jimmy’s absence she had taken to sleeping in his t-shirts and found herself moving a little closer to his pillow simply because it smelled like him. 

She visibly perked up at the sound of her cell phone ringing the particular tone she was hearing attached to just the man she was missing. She practically launched across the bed over to the bedside table snatching up her phone. 

She spoke praying she wasn’t out of breath from her sudden frantic scramble across the bed. “Hey you.”

“Hi yourself.” Jimmy’s voice sounded out from the other end of the phone.

Y/N focused on tracing the pattern embroidered into one of the decorative pillows they kept on their bed. “So, how’s the convention today?”

She smiled at the obvious excitement in Jimmy’s voice as he replied to her question. “Great, I’ve been able to meet a lot of really interesting people so far. They’ve had some stories that could put Dr. Mallard’s to shame. I’ll have to tell you some of them when I get home, if I can actually remember all the details.”

She felt the smile grow all the more trying to keep her voice bright and sunny without a hint of how badly she missed him. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Jimmy was fast to respond. “Oh, and I got you a t-shirt….well, technically it’s a t-shirt for me…but I know by now my t-shirts are basically your t-shirts. I have a strong feeling you’re wearing one of my t-shirts right now.”

She felt a giggle leave her glancing down at the Georgetown t-shirt she’d snagged from Jimmy’s dresser the second she’d jumped out of the shower this evening. “I plead the fifth…wait, they actually have t-shirts at a medical examiner’s convention?”

“Oh yeah, they have a lot of swag. There’s just about everything you can imagine…there’s a lot of pens strangely.” Jimmy replied, chuckling at her avoidance of admitting that she was in fact wearing one of his shirts.

“Huh, I mean I guess it makes sense. You take a lot of notes during an autopsy right?” She replied, continuing to toy with the decorative pillow.

Jimmy responded another small laugh leaving him. “Yeah during the initial visual external exam…you know, looking at all the outside features, making notes of everything we see, but usually it’s easier to just use a device to record our findings especially during the internal exam. Then we can just take notes off the audio recordings.”

“Oh, huh. I guess that makes sense. It’s probably because pens are pretty cheap then.” She responded pretty accustomed to hearing all the nitty gritty details of just what Jimmy’s and Dr. Mallard’s profession involved.

She had learned far more about autopsies and death than she’d ever imagined she would.

She found that she didn’t mind knowing this much, Jimmy liked to talk about his career and his education. She appreciated his desire to share with her.

Sure, some of the information turned her stomach, but she wanted Jimmy to have the ability to talk about his job with her. He deserved to be able to talk about his day with her. It just so happened that his day involved information about rates of decay and the ideal weight of a liver.

She could admit that the subject of his education often became a downtime routine for them. Jimmy tended to get a lot of reading material about his profession suggested to him by Dr. Mallard, rather it was academic journals or books.

Occasionally Jimmy and she would cuddle on the sofa or in bed and Jimmy would read whatever material he’d gotten his hands on to her. She’d requested it, suggesting to him that reading the information to her and explaining it would be a great way to retain the information.

That was partially true, but she would also admit she just liked listening to his voice. It was kind of strange, she could listen to him read some frankly uncomfortable information, but it was almost comforting listening to his voice, feeling the rumble of his chest as he spoke.

A tiny part of her had to fear that perhaps there was something wrong with her to be so comfortable with this information. Realistically she knew though that she didn’t get some kind of perverse enjoyment hearing about it all. She just enjoyed being able to bond with Jimmy over his career.

Jimmy had seemed to appreciate her attempts to stomach the more uncomfortable details of his job and his education.

He’d scared plenty of people away with his career ambitions. He was relieved that Y/N didn’t disappear at the mention of Y-incisions or the average weight of the human brain.

It wasn’t something Jimmy had been accustomed to prior to Y/N. His past attempts at dating had been disastrous. Most people paled at the concept of death and more so at the concept of someone who was willing to make their living surrounded by death.

Jimmy guessed that Y/N understood the reality of his career, after all she was a probationary agent for NCIS. She was accustomed to crime scenes even if she hadn’t quite worked her way up to being assigned to a team just yet.

Y/N spoke again, unable to stop the words from leaving her. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,  you have no idea. I think if I wasn’t so busy during the day it’d drive me nuts. I am debating if Dr. Mallard ever invites me to more conventions if I can sweet talk him into letting me take you along. I think we could pass it off as a way for you to broaden your knowledge as a hopeful full fledged NCIS agent.”

She chuckled at the suggestion, “I’m not sure Ducky would buy it. I’m pretty sure he’d realize your suggestion of me tagging along has less to do with broadening my knowledge and more to do with hotel room activities.”

Jimmy was fast to reply to her observation. “Hey, to be fair we’d have to leave the hotel room so I could actually attend the convention. So I wouldn’t just be interested in what we can do in a hotel bed…or you know a bathtub like that one time.”

She giggled, unable to deny the aching need that easily spread throughout her body at the memory he was recalling. 

The experience had been fun, but had been frankly pretty messy. It had taken several towels to manage to soak up all the water that had escaped the tub during their bathtub tryst. After that, they’d decided that any sexual activity that took place in the bathroom should probably remain in a shower stall, not a bathtub. 

Before she had a chance to make a flirty comment Jimmy spoke changing the subject. “I need a favor.”

She raised an eyebrow Jimmy speaking again seemingly reading her mind without having to even see her expression. “Not what you’re thinking.”

“Okay, so if not phone sex or dirty photos, what do you need?” She replied hiding the disappointment from her voice that the favor wasn’t going to lead to a little naughty phone fun. 

Jimmy was quick to respond. “I think I had a package delivered earlier this evening. Do you think you can go grab it for me? I just, I don’t feel comfortable leaving it out by the front door. I don’t think our neighbors would steal it, but it’d just make me feel better to know it’s inside with you.”

She furrowed her brow a bit, thrown off by the request. She searched her brain trying to remember if she’d seen a package by their front door when she’d entered their apartment earlier this evening.

She couldn’t remember seeing anything, but there of course was the possibility it had been delivered after she’d arrived home.

She spoke, reluctantly pulling herself from their bed. “Of course I can grab it. What’d you order?”

“It’s a surprise. You’ll see.” Jimmy replied without any hesitation.

She frowned all the more, a bit shocked by the secrecy. 

She felt her curiosity spike as she left their bedroom keeping her phone pressed to her ear as she walked through the living room.

She unlocked and opened their front door fully expecting to drag some mysterious package inside. 

When she opened the door she found no package, but the last thing or person she’d expected to see.

She stared up at Jimmy, his cell phone still pressed to his ear as he spoke. “Surprise.”

She almost dropped her cell phone but had enough sense to hang up dropping it on a nearby table.

She almost knocked Jimmy off balance as she practically tackled him, embracing him tightly. He stumbled a bit, managing to hang up his own phone and shove it in his jacket pocket.

He wrapped his arms around her, embracing her just as tightly.

Y/N buried her head against Jimmy’s chest taking in his familiar scent almost afraid that this wasn’t actually happening.

She reluctantly parted from him just enough to speak, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in Orlando for two more days.”

Jimmy gave her a small grin quick to explain. “Dr. Mallard’s mother had a spat with the nurse Dr. Mallard hired to watch over her while he was gone. So, he had to get back to Virginia. He told me that I was free to stay for the rest of the convention, but to be honest, as much fun as I was having, I missed you more.”

He spoke again, spotting the flash of concern on Y/N’s features. “Mrs. Mallard is fine. She just had some anxiety and became agitated. Dr. Mallard will be able to manage it.”

She nodded her head well aware of Victoria Mallard’s age related dementia. It could occasionally cause her to be irritable and she’d lash out. She was confused more often than not. It was a lot of work for Ducky to manage.

Y/N had met Ducky’s mother during a Sunday night dinner, at the Mallard residence, Jimmy and she had been invited to. She’d felt for Dr. Mallard. It seemed like a lot to manage. She did find it admirable though; the amount of care and love he had for his mother to want so deeply to take care of her in the comfort of a home instead of a care facility.

She pushed her concern for the Mallards out of her mind telling herself that Jimmy didn’t seem to be worried.

She chuckled, giving his chest a playful shove. “I can’t believe you’ve been home the entire time we’ve been on the phone.”

“Hey, I was trying to give you a nice surprise. You’re satisfied with your surprise, right?” He replied, a playful smile crossing his lips.

She returned the smile not helping but to yank his chain. “I was kind of hoping for diamonds to be honest.”

He let out a huff pressing a kiss to her temple. “If you’re holding out on diamonds, I have some bad news for you. You’re hitching your wagon to a guy who has a federal salary.”

He pressed another kiss to her temple, unable to stop himself from saying the words. “It may happen one day though…I’m not opposed to saving up for a diamond for you if you really wanted one.”

She shook her head, reaching up to smooth back his messy curls. “Eh, I have a federal salary too…probably less than yours. I’m perfectly happy without diamonds. All I need is you.”

He spoke as she buried her face against his chest once again perfectly happy to cuddle with him. “You have me.”

They stood in silence for the briefest moment locked in an adoring embrace soaking up the feel of the other. The moment was broken when Y/N shivered slightly, it hitting her she was still technically in her pjs which consisted of the t-shirt she’d borrowed from Jimmy and a thin pair of pink hello kitty pj shorts.

Jimmy chuckled realizing they were technically standing with the door wide open embracing in the doorway in the middle of October. The northeast autumns we’rent known to be toasty.

She reluctantly parted from him allowing him to step inside dragging his rolling suitcase behind him.

They barely closed the door behind them before Jimmy’s arms were wrapped tight around her embracing her once again.

She gazed up at him her unable to hide the neediness from her voice. Please kiss me.”

Jimmy obliged her request quickly, his lips pressing to hers so softly at first it was almost a ghost of a kiss along her lips.

It didn’t take him long to deepen the kiss, Y/N returning it with enthusiasm. 

She felt her knees grow weak, his kisses always having this impact on her. She could still remember the first time they’d kissed. Her knees had grown just as wobbly when he’d kissed her at her front door after a date. Jimmy Palmer had no right to be such an amazing kisser.

He coaxed her mouth open, having no trouble dominating the kisses with zero resistance from her. He slid his tongue along hers, his hands beginning to roam her clothed body caressing it adoringly. The action made her knees grow all the more unsteady; she was almost sure she’d collapse to the ground if Jimmy wasn’t technically holding her up.

She knew it would be quite a shock to most people given how passive and generally agreeable Jimmy seemed to be at work, but he was actually quite dominant in the bedroom. No, he wasn’t dominant in the sense that he was spanking her and putting a leather collar around her neck.

He just tended to easily take the lead when it came to sex. She’d found that she was all too willing to be pliable and submissive to his touches and kisses.

She reluctantly allowed him to part his lips from hers, neither of them attempting to move away and create even an ounce of space between them.

He spoke his voice taking a huskier tone the need just as apparent in his tone. “Remember those bedroom activities we were talking about earlier?”

“I think I can recall something about it.” She teased, resisting the urge to press her lips back to his and desperately coax him back into kissing her.

He spoke a small smirk crossing his lips, his hands leisurely stroking her clothed sides. “I think we should go to the bedroom.”

His suitcase was quickly abandoned, Jimmy kicking off his shoes, his coat, and ditching his button down shirt on the way to the bedroom.

He knew Y/N might fuss at him for leaving a trail of clothing in the hallway but he had a feeling it would be well worth it.

They entered the bedroom making their way to the bed Jimmy falling back on it. Y/N wasted no time to join him in bed straddling his hips. She leaned down, Jimmy leaning up to press his lips to hers.

They kissed for a long while Jimmy allowing his hands to slide under her t-shirt caressing her soft warm skin. He teased his fingertips across her waist, the action making her shudder and whimper the touch too teasing for her liking.

He pulled his lips from hers , making her whine all the more. He spoke, a teasing tone to his voice. “Show me how much you need me.”

She gave him a soft smile knowing just what to do. She pressed her lips along his jaw pressing soft lingering kisses across his skin working her way down his neck. She worked her way down his body, her fingers sliding under his undershirt caressing his skin.

She coaxed him to lean up just enough for her to pull his undershirt up and over his head. She moaned at the sight of his bare torso.

Something that had been pretty shocking about Jimmy Palmer was that he was fit. She’d been stunned the first time she’d seen him nude and realized just how muscular he actually was. She would distinctly remember staring at his abs the first time they’d made love. 

They’d been mid undressing one another when she’d stared down the words leaving her lips she speaking to herself. “Oh, wow, you have a V.”

She could still remember the look of utter confusion he had given her in response. She had been so flustered realizing the words had even escaped her brain. She’d poked at the v-cut along his abs, clarifying herself, her cheeks flushing.

She could still remember what Jimmy had said in response. “Oh, you mean where my obliques meet my transversus abdominis muscles.”

As soon as the words had left his lips they’d both burst out laughing at the utter ridiculousness of the entire exchange. That was the biggest thing she remembered about their first time making love, just how much they’d giggled. It had been playful and sweet and to be honest a tiny bit awkward at times. It had been perfect.

She was pleased to find that each time making love after had been just as satisfying.

She brought her brain back to the current task at hand, she pressing soft kisses down his torso working her way down slowly.

She took her time pressing kisses to his skin he moaning in response. She tried to hold her laughter in as she reached for his belt buckle brushing her hand along the bulge in his pants, the action working a louder moan from his lips. Jimmy Palmer was as vocal in the bedroom as he was in his everyday life.

She unfastened his belt pulling it from his belt loops wasting little time to unfasten his jeans and work them down his legs with a little help from Jimmy.

His boxers followed soon thereafter, kicking them off somewhere far at the end of the bed.

She moaned at his hardness; it was quite evident he was just as eager as she was.

She took her time pressing kisses to his thighs working her way up to his pelvis avoiding the one area he wanted her lips the most.

He whined as she continued to tease him avoiding doing what he wanted, his cock aching at the torment. He’d forgotten just how good she was at teasing him when she wanted to be. It seemed that despite the fact that she’d missed him terribly while he was away, she was perfectly in the mood to tease him and make him wait.

He groaned as she pressed her lips all too close to his cock not giving in just yet. He couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting, feeling far too needy.

She giggled at the action quick to verbally tease him. “Poor thing, you really want this really bad don’t you?”

He nodded his head frantically, a whine leaving him unable to verbalize the words.

She took some pity on him pressing a light kiss against his shaft, the action not nearly enough. He whimpered a plea leaving him. “Please.”

She stared up at him looking far too innocent given her current position. “Please what?”

He groaned realizing that while he usually had zero issue being the dominant one in bed, his girlfriend could turn the tables on him any time she wanted.

He spoke staring down at her, sure his eyes were locked with hers when he said the words. “Suck me off.”

She chuckled at the question running her fingertips along his pelvis teasingly close to his shaft. “What do we say?”

He let out a frustrated whine realizing now that the tables were totally turned. “Suck my cock please.”

She gave him exactly what he wanted, easily wrapping her lips around him. She wasted no time to begin bobbing her head using her hand to stroke what she wasn’t quite ready to take just yet.

He cried out the hot wet heat of her lips wrapped around him enough to make his balls ache. He gripped down on the bedsheets doing all he could not to thrust against her.

He knew for a fact that she wasn’t amused when he rocked his hips against her when she was blowing him. She’d pointed out to him that she’d had a few experiences with guys who seemed to think porn was a guide to what to do during a blow job. A few of her past partners had seemed to think that attempting to jackhammer against her and make her gag was somehow pleasant for her.

She was relieved that Jimmy seemed to have a bit more common sense than her past romantic partners. 

He might occasionally slip up and rock his hips once or twice but he was never rough with her. If he placed his hand on her head it was usually to stroke her hair or wrap his fingers in her hair, not to shove her head down.

She worked him for a good long while familiar enough with his body to know exactly what he loved and exactly what drove him to completion. 

She knew from past experience he liked her to take it slow and work her speed up. He enjoyed it when she might get a little vocal moaning around his shaft, the action making his eyes roll in the back of his head. He definitely liked it if she massaged his balls.

She did just what she knew drove him crazy; she letting out a throaty moan, the vocalization vibrating around his shaft making him whine. He spoke his voice a pathetic whine. “You take it so good.”

She would have smiled had she not currently had her mouth occupied. She began to take the next step in what she knew usually made him fall apart, she taking him as deep as she possibly could, being sure to moan as she reached as far down to the base of him as she could.

He groaned at this her name falling from his lips, his thighs quivering.

She was shocked as he pulled back from her he leaving her mouth the wet noise not entirely pleasant sounding. He groaned fast to speak. “Can’t keep doing that. Gonna cum, don’t want to cum there.”

She chuckled making her way back up his body, his lips pressing to hers eagerly, his kisses deep and sloppy.

She let out a giggle as he took her by surprise rolling them both over he wasting no time to reach down to the hem of her shirt pulling the t-shirt up and over her head.

He groaned, staring down at her bare breasts, he wasting no time to eagerly wrap his lips around one of her nipples. He sucked enthusiastically the stimulation causing her to moan her head falling back.

He repeated the action to her other breast a pleased noise leaving him as he focused on the upper half of her body.

Their first time making love she had been pleased to find that Jimmy Palmer was super into foreplay and from his usual actions she had come to the conclusion that he was most definitely a breast man.

He reluctantly pulled his lips from her breasts, wasting no time to slide down a hand down her body reaching the hem of her pajama shorts, yanking them down her legs along with her panties.

He moaned, running a hand along her thigh, his fingers easily finding her center. He grazed them along her lips before thrusting one finger quickly followed by another into her heat. He spoke a deep groan leaving him as he thrusted his fingers. “You’re soaked.”

She whined, unable to verbalize a response to his observation. She wanted to tell him she’d been wet from the moment he’d started teasing her over the phone recalling their past bedroom activities.

He spoke again, his fingers finding her clit rubbing delicate circles into it, the action causing her to cry out her fingers twisting in the bedsheets she resisting the urge to run her nails down his back. “You take my fingers so good baby, but I know you’ve got such a sensitive clit. I bet I could make you cum just by doing this alone.”

She whined nodding her head wordlessly in agreement. He was right. He could so make her cum hard just by toying with her clit.

She moaned, it taking all the willpower she had to say the words. “Want to cum with you in me.”

He groaned the words all the encouragement he needed. He pulled his fingers from her not missing the chance to bring them to his lips, cleaning her taste from them.

He spoke, pulling his hand from his lips, he reaching up finally pulling his glasses off placing them on the bedside table. “On your knees, or missionary?”

She gave her answer eagerly rolling over to her stomach, wasting no time to take to her elbows and knees.

He groaned knowing he shouldn’t be shocked by her choice. He’d been pretty vocal about admitting that this was one of his favorite positions.

He got on his knees positioning himself behind her. He took himself in hand running his aching cock along her center coating it with her a deep needy noise leaving both of them.

It took him a little time to feel secure that he had positioned himself in the perfect spot before he finally thrust forward her center enveloping his aching cock.

He groaned the words leaving him. “I will never get enough of you.”

She whined he staying still for a moment letting her adjust to him. She was the one who thrust herself back against him, a frustrated whine leaving her she making it clear she was in no mood to draw it out.

He followed her lead, thrusting eagerly against her. She moaned at the feel of him sliding in and out of her.

She knew he loved this position because he could get so deep in her. The only drawback he found was that he couldn’t exactly hold her the way he wanted to during this. 

She wasn’t shocked as he placed a hand on her stomach, his fingers sliding down her waist. She whined as his fingers found her clit, managing to toy with it. She cried out the stimulation of his fingers rubbing circles against her sensitive clit and the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her dragging along her walls was almost too much.

He groaned, proving that he was just as vocal as ever even in the midst of pleasure. “Missed you so much, honey. Missed your body, couldn’t stop thinking about this every fucking night.”

She moaned his confession making her center clinch around him the action making him grunt his actions becoming more frantic.

She whined the only sound filling the room for a long while were their moans of pleasure and the sound of his skin meeting hers as he eagerly thrusted against her.

She moaned as her body began to tense up, her body feeling so overstimulated and desperate for release. She knew it wouldn’t be much longer now. She could feel it building inside of her the more he toyed with her clit and rocked against her the more she felt her orgasm build.

She squealed his name struggling to leave her lips as she felt her body slide towards release, her thighs quivering, her center fluttering around him.

Jimmy grunted rocking through her orgasm, She squeezing him so tight he had to fight hard not to cum right then and there.

She whined her arms growing tired of helping hold up her body weight, her arms giving out, she practically collapsing against the bed in a pathetic heap.

Jimmy pressed adoring kisses to her sweat damp back pushing her hair aside to press kisses along her neck.

He ignored his own aching cock focusing on letting her recover knowing she needed to take a breath not wanting to overstimulate her all the more.

He whined pulling out of her staring down at his hard shaft. A hiss left him as he damp skin was exposed to the cold room.

She managed to find the energy to roll over on her back a moan leaving her as she stared down at him, her post orgasm brain clearing enough to realize he still hadn’t reached his end.

She spoke, reaching out to stroke his ribs. “Where do you want to finish?”

He groaned the answer falling from his lips he thanking the powers that be for the invention of the pill. “Inside.”

She parted her thighs for him knowing exactly what he wanted.

He moved over her a low moan leaving him as his aching cock slid along her center her nude body pressed against his making him ache all the more.

He worked quickly positioning himself at her entrance, thrusting in her a groan leaving him. He spoke a low voice more to himself than her. “Feels like being home.”

She moaned at the statement, her lips meeting his. His lips kept pressed to hers as he began to thrust again.

He whined against the kiss knowing he was pathetically close. He had found that it was always this way with her. He was always so desperate for her and so delighted that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

She truly was his dream girl and he wasn’t just saying it because he was currently balls deep inside of her.

She ran her hands long his back pulling her legs up to wrap around his hips allowing him to thrust at a deeper angle.

He spoke against the kiss, his balls drawing closer and closer to his body signaling that he was so close. “I love you, feels too good.”

She moaned, pressing a few pecks to his lips as she replied. “Love you, always feels so good.”

The words were enough to make him hit his end, his cock twitching his thrusts sloppy as he spilled inside of her. He cried out burying his face against her neck, his body shuddering at how overpowered he was by his end.

He felt himself collapse against her relieved that she never seemed to mind the weight of his body over hers. She’d once told him that she found it kind of comforting to be honest. She felt adored, safe, and protected by him in these moments.

He lazily pressed his lips to her skin as he tried to come down from his end, the last of his release spilling into her.

He was reluctant to pull out and leave her warmth but his softening cock seemed to make the choice for him, he sliding out of her.

He groaned as he rolled over onto his back staring up at the ceiling. He was still out of breath but incredibly pleased.

She rolled over nestling against his chest, he wrapping his arms around her holding her against him. 

She spoke a giggle leaving her, her eyes drowsy, the smile on her lips proving she was just as pleased as him. “If this is the result, I’m going to send you to more conventions.”

He giggled at the comment, his lips pressing to hers. He spoke his voice drowsy, the post orgasmic haze making him feel sleepy. “The convention was fun, but I’d pick being here with you over anything.”

She spoke as he began to drift off to sleep, her own eyes growing heavy. “Welcome home.”

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[thecrimefiles]

Silver Fox

Author: The Crime Files

Summary: The team, including Parker, find out about your little crush on him.

Main character(s): Alden Parker, Timothy McGee, Nick Torres and Jimmy Palmer

Notes: This my first time writing for Alden Parker so, hopefully it’s okay and you guys like it!

The familiar ding! of the elevator echos throughout the bullpen as you familiarise yourself with the case, trying to find a correlation amidst all the evidence. Perplexed by the witness’s statement, you decide to seek clarification from the senior field agent but with your attention firmly fixed on the file in your hands, you end up walking directly into Alden Parker, the newest addition to the team.

“I-I’m sorry, sir.”

“Don’t be,” he says with a kind-hearted smile. “Flores de hojaldre? It’s a Spanish specialty, translates to ‘flowers of puff pastry’.” He explains, offering you the box filled with the international pastries.

“Thank you, sir.” You accept his generous offer with a sweet smile before remembering your former boss, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, and his intense dislike of the use of the word ‘sir’. “I mean, Parker… uh, Agent Parker.”

“You can call me ‘sir’, doesn’t bother me. In fact... I kinda like it.”

His green-tinted eyes, infused with warm golden hues, linger on yours as the ghost of a smirk begins to frame his handsome features, almost hidden beneath the darkened moustache. The intense gaze, along with his playful confession, prompts a subtle shade of vibrant crimson to colour your cheeks before watching him make his way towards Director Vance’s office. As he disappears up the flight of stairs, McGee and Torres turn their attention towards you as they share a knowing glance.

“What,” you ask.

“You've got a crush on the new guy,” teases Torres.

“Just like you did with Gibbs,” adds McGee.

“I... oh my god, is it that obvious?” They both nod, attempting to suppress their laughter.

“Didn’t know you had a type,” McGee continues. “Who’s next, Fornell?” His mischievous smirk grows wider as you hide your face behind your hands, a muffled groan falling from your lips.

“So,” probes Torres. “Why Parker?”

“I don’t know... I mean, he’s smart, he’s got a good sense of humour, he’s sweet...” you gesture to the pastry still in your hand. “Not to mention-”

“He’s old,” interrupts Torres.

“He’s not-”

“Who’s old?”

The familiar voice echoes from behind you as you turn your attention towards the man in question, “Uh, n-no one.” Glaring at the pair of agents, you take a bite of the pastry as Parker watches you, aware of the sudden tension.

“Okay,” he drags the word out awkwardly. “Back to the case... McGee, where are we on our missing naval officer?”

“I’ve put out a BOLO on his car, still waiting to get a hit.”

“Torres?”

“Forensics are running the trace evidence as we speak.”

“Okay, keep me posted. You,” the former FBI agent turns to you before beckoning you to follow him with his index finger. “You’re coming with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“To see Jimmy, hopefully he’s got some answers for us.”

-

Aware of the intimate proximity between Parker and yourself, you allow your attention to focus on the luminescent glow of the buttons as the soft hum of the elevator dominates the silence.

“So,” Parker turns to you with a soft smile. “You wanna tell me what that was all about?”

“Uh... no, sir?” After a moment, a quiet sigh falls from your lips. “How much of that conversation did you actually hear?”

“Not a whole lot but, uh...” the thought ruminating in his mind elicits a quiet chuckle. “This older gentleman, he must be a lucky man.” Something in his voice catches your attention as you slowly turn towards him, meeting his curious gaze.

“It’s you... Alden.” The sound of his name dripping from your lips like sweet honey catches him by surprise, more than the confession itself, as his charming smile grows wider.

“Didn’t know you were interested in older men... in me.” He says, taking a step towards you.

“Alden,” his gaze lingers on your lips for a brief moment as your tongue glides across the soft flesh before the doors of the elevator open, revealing a very excited Dr. Palmer.

“Agent Parker, Agent...” his voice trails off as he glances between the two of you. “I-I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

To be continued...

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[alisonsfics]

saved my life

pairing: tony dinozzo x reader

summary: after you accidentally hint at your feelings for tony on a stakeout, his safety is threatened and it’s up to you to save him.

word count: 3k

warnings: violence, guns, mention of sex dreams

“C’mon, I’m bored. Let’s play twenty questions.” Tony suggested, looking over at you. You both were on day four of a stakeout, and Tony was starting to get restless.

You both were sitting in a car, waiting for your suspect to show at the pier you were at.

You looked over at Tony sitting in the drivers seat. His bottom lip was stuck out as he gave you puppy dog eyes. “Fine,” you said, giving in.

“I go first. What’s the worst excuse you’ve ever used to get out of a date?” Tony asked, with a curious twinkle in his eyes.

You thought about it for a second, when a memory came charging to your mind. Tony knew you had an answer when he saw your face drop. “You know what it is, but don’t want to say it.” He said, smirking at you.

You took a deep breath before preparing to tell a story you swore you’d take to the grave. “It wasn’t exactly a date, but I was at a coffee shop one day. This guy came over and didn’t get the hint that I wasn’t interested. He just kept trying to flirt with me. Then, I saw McGee walk in the coffee shop. He had no idea what was going on, so he came over to say hi. I pretended he was my boyfriend and introduced him to the guy as my boyfriend. McGee was thrown off and nervous, so I got up to hug him…” you started to explain, before stopping.

“Don’t stop now, it’s just getting good.” Tony said, encouraging you to continue.

You prayed McGee wouldn’t mind that you were telling this story.

“McGee thought I was trying to kiss him as a part of the illusion, so he kissed me. I wasn’t expecting it, so it was the most awkward thing I’ve ever done.” You said, covering your eyes with your hands.

Tony’s jaw dropped. “You kissed McProbie?” He asked, his voice getting all high and squeaky. You just nodded your head, still hiding your shame.

“We go undercover as a couple all the time, and I’ve never gotten to kiss you.” Tony complained. You pulled your hands off your face. “That’s what you took away from that story?” You asked, rolling your eyes at him.

Tony was always overly interested in your love life.

“I guess I’m just feeling a little left out.” Tony said, pretending to pout like a child. You huffed to yourself. “It was a kiss, Tony. No big deal,” you said, simply.

You quickly leaned over and pecked his lips. “See? No big deal,” you said, smugly. You knew you had left Tony speechless. He was sitting, frozen in his seat.

You had a tiny crush on Tony.

“My turn. Who’s your celebrity crush?” You asked him. You waited for Tony to snap out of the daze you put him in. When he did, his answer was immediate. “Jennifer Lopez,” he said, simply.

“Who was your last sex dream about?” He asked you, catching you off guard. Tony saw the way your eyes went wide, which only intrigued him more.

You shook your head, quickly. “I want another question.” You said, trying to avoid the conversation completely.

There was no way you were telling Tony you had a sex dream about him.

And you couldn’t think of any lies that would be a better answer.

The smirk on Tony’s face grew. “You don’t want to tell me for a reason. It’s somebody I know, isn’t it?” He asked, as giddy as a kid in a candy shop.

His mind was racing through the list of people it could be.

“I am not telling you,” you said, crossing your arms.

Tony stared at you, almost hoping he could psychically find the answer. Then, you could almost see the lightbulb go off in his head.

“Was it about our very own McProbius?” He asked you. Tony was extremely confident that his answer was right.

When you simply shook your head, he didn’t know what to think.

“Well there’s no way it’s Palmer, no offense to Jimmy,” Tony said, and then he froze. He glanced over at you with a horrified expression. He placed his hand on your shoulder. “It’s not…Gibbs, is it? Cause, I do not want to know about that,” Tony asked, his disgust clear on his face.

You knew how determined Tony could get. He wouldn’t stop asking until he figured it out.

“Will you stop guessing already? It was you, Tony.” You admitted, exasperated. You had never seen Tony so stunned. Then, his shocked expression changed into his signature smirk.

You knew you had just encouraged his ego, which was never a good thing.

“Tell me about it,” he said, almost whispering. You flicked him on the forehead. “Not happening,” you told him, smugly.

He grabbed ahold of your hand, while looking at you with a desperate expression. “Please, I need to know. I’m not afraid to beg.” He asked you.

“You only get one question. It’s my turn now. You ever have a sex dream about me?” You asked, trying to put Tony on the defensive. It didn’t work.

“Several,” he answered quickly, as though it was common sense.

“Now back to my questions. Tell me about yours,” he said. You had tried to turn it around on Tony, but now you were the one sitting with your jaw dropped.

“I don’t even know what you want to know, Tony.” You said, trying to dismiss it. He shrugged. “Whatever you want to tell me. Was it any good?” He asked you, already knowing your answer from the way your cheeks were tinted pink.

“Yes, it was very good, Tony. We were at a fancy hotel. We were undercover, but ummm, we weren’t faking anything.” You said, feeling thoroughly embarrassed.

You noticed the way Tony smiled and the sparkle in his eyes.

“So, you would say I…left you pretty satisfied?” He asked, pushing his limits. As soon as the words left his lips, you swiftly punched him in the arm. “Ow,” he exclaimed, holding his hand over his upper arm.

“No more details for you. Move on and ask another question.” You told him.

“Biggest turn on in a guy?” He asked, far more interested than he should have been.

You decided to give him payback and mess with his head a little.

You used this high-pitched, giggly voice. “I just really love Italian guys who work for NCIS. Also, major bonus points if he’s a movie buff.” You teased him. His excited disposition faded pretty quickly.

“Not fair,” he said, frowning. You continued to giggle to yourself.

“Alright, Mr Italian Dreamboat, how many women have you slept with?” You asked a question you’d always wanted to know.

Tony simply chuckled. “You really think I know the number?” He boasted.

You felt your jealousy take over. You had been into Tony forever. Sometimes you worried he would rather sleep with every other girl in DC over you.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. God forbid Anthony Dinozzo have a serious relationship that isn’t just about sex.” You said, not meaning to sound so snarky.

Tony was usually a light-hearted person. You watched that entire exterior fade away. The glare that he sent you made you realize you screwed up.

“Low blow. You want to kick some dirt in my eyes too? It’s not enough to just stomp on my wounds?” Tony scoffed, before getting out of the car and slamming the door.

You turned on your earpiece that connected only to Tony’s. “Tony, wait, come back. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry,” you begged him to come back.

You knew his safety was at risk if the suspect showed up.

You watched Tony take his earpiece out as he was walking away. He threw it on the ground and stomped on it with his shoe.

Tony was walking closer and closer to the edge of the pier, and you were worried he’d bump into the suspect.

Then, you noticed a suspicious van appear at the other end of the pier. You knew it was the suspect. Tony was walking straight for it, not knowing, of course.

You grabbed your gun and leaped out of the car. “Tony, your one o’clock.” You scream, as you’re running towards him. Then, you saw shots start getting fired at Tony.

Tony ducked down behind some boxes, but you couldn’t tell if he got hit or not.

You stopped in place, carefully aiming at the suspect. You shot two rounds into his chest, and he fell to the ground.

Tony looked over at you, giving you a thumbs up to tell you he was okay. He walked towards the suspect who was lying on the ground. He kicked his gun away from him.

You had turned around to walk back to the car. You needed to call in Gibbs and Ducky. Then you heard Tony shout your name.

You turned around and saw Tony fighting with some other guy. The guy was using a construction-style chain and hitting Tony with it.

You started sprinting towards Tony, but you weren’t sure you’d get to him fast enough.

The guy knocked Tony’s gun out of his hand.

The guy dropped the chain as he went to grab the gun, and Tony’s foot got caught in the chain.

In the struggle for the gun, the guy bumped Tony into the water.

You watched the entire scene in slow motion. You felt a pit open up in your stomach. It was enough to eat you whole.

“Tony!” You screamed as your heart stopped. In a mad rush of adrenaline, you shot the guy three times as you were running.

You dived right into the water. You saw Tony struggling to swim with the heavy chain pulling him down.

The water was only probably fifteen feet deep, but Tony was sinking fast.

You swam down to him. Your first instinct was to grab the chain and try to carry it as Tony swims up. It was too heavy for you to pick up, even in the water.

He sunk a little further and his feet hit the ground. You thought the chain was just wrapped around his shoe, so you pulled his shoe off his foot.

You realized the chain was around his ankle. Tony, who was looking down at you, noticed the look of panic in your eyes. You tugged at the chain, but it wouldn’t budge.

You looked at Tony and held up one finger. You quickly swam to the top, grabbed a breath, and then swam back down.

You could tell he was struggling at this point. You began to panic.

You felt Tony’s hands grab your shoulders. You looked up at him. He looked resigned. “It’s okay,” he mouthed to you. You shook your head, refusing to let him die.

You swam back down to where his ankle is. With a new determination, you unknotted the mess of chain and slip his leg out.

A smile spread across your face. You looked up at Tony, expecting a relieved expression, but he was unconscious.

You wrapped his limp arm around your shoulders and swam him to the surface.

Tony had never failed you, and you were going to be damned if you ever failed him.

Gasping for air, you pulled Tony up onto the pier.

“Please, Tony,” you whispered as you started chest compressions.

Nothing was working.

You would never be able to get the image of Tony’s lifeless body out of your head.

You leaned his head back. “You’re gonna hate that you missed this.” You mumbled, pinching his nose and blowing air into his mouth.

He still laid lifeless.

“C’mon, Tony, please. Come back to me,” you begged. You started your chest compressions again.

You felt Tony’s hand, which was pressed up against your knee, poke you lightly. You almost thought you imagined it.

Then, Tony jolted awake, coughing up water. A smile instantly spread on your face. You helped lift Tony’s head up for him to cough up all the water he inhaled.

You collapsed next to him. You clutched onto Tony’s arm, resting your forehead against his shoulder. “You kissed me, didn’t you?” He asked, causing you to giggle.

Only Tony would come inches from death and still have a joke ready on the tip of his tongue.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” You demanded. Breathlessly, he just nodded. “I promise,” he said, reaching over and interlacing his fingers with yours.

You used all your energy to pull yourself up to a sitting position. You looked down at him, and just felt thankful you hadn’t lost him.

You cupped his face, your eyes beginning to tear up. “Tony, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean any of what I said. I was just feeling jealous. What I said was uncalled for. I swear, I didn’t mean it.” You apologized.

His lips curved to form a smile. “I love you too,” he said, placing his hand over yours.

“Now, c’mere, I can’t sit up.” He said, beckoning you down to kiss him. His cold lips pressed against yours.

He chuckled as your wet hair dripped water droplets onto his forehead. He pressed another short kiss to your lips before pulling away.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have stormed off. I risked your safety, and I never should have done that.” He told you, honestly.

You heard tires screeching as Gibbs and Ducky pulled up to where you were. You both were supposed to update Gibbs every 15 minutes on the status of the stakeout. When Gibbs hadn’t gotten that message, he called both your phones, which were both so full of water that they wouldn’t be working any time soon. That’s when he knew something was wrong.

Gibbs raced over to you both. “What happened? Are you both okay?” He asked, hurriedly.

“Tony almost drowned. I had to perform CPR. Ducky needs to check him out.” You told Gibbs, who signaled Ducky. Ducky started setting up his supplies in the back of the truck.

“We have to get you over to the truck, Dinozzo. L/N, help me carry him.” Gibbs said. You both went to Tony’s sides and helped him onto the stretcher to sit down.

“Duck's gonna look at him. Let me check you out.” Gibbs said, pulling you to the side.

“I’m fine, Gibbs.” You dismissed it. He ignored what you said and started looking at your face. “You’ve got a scratch, come here,” Gibbs said.

You tried to pull away from his hand, but he didn’t let you. He grabbed the first aid kit in his pocket. “I don’t need this. I’m fine.” You argued.

Gibbs shook his head. He cleaned your cut with a wipe, and then put a bandaid on your cut. “Here, take this,” he said, slipping his NCIS jacket around your shoulders since you were shivering.

By that point, you were in tears. “Are you alright?” He asked, placing his hands on your arms.

You smacked him away. “This your fault. I told you we needed backup. I told you we needed backup that was close. I knew something could go wrong.” You yelled with tears streaming down your face.

“Y/N!” He yelled, interrupting your rant. You looked up at him through the tears in your eyes.

He knew this rant wasn’t actually about you being angry.

“I almost lost him, Gibbs. He was just lying there. I thought I lost him. He just looked so…” you admitted, unable to say the word.

He wrapped his arms around you. “It’s okay, kid. You were there to protect him. You had his back. It’s okay. He's right over there. Ducky's gonna look at him and tell you he's fine. Why don’t you go talk to him? Okay?” He told you, rubbing your back.

You headed over to where Tony was sitting on the stretcher. “Everything okay, Ducky? Tony’s alright?” You asked him.

“Yes, I promise. I just need to check a few more things, but Anthony is fine. And that is thanks to you, my dear.” Ducky told you. That brought a smile to your face. You felt like you had failed Tony.

You sat on the stretcher next to Tony. “I know you’re probably doubting yourself right now, but you did everything right.” He assured you.

You turned to face him, stunned that he had so easily read your mind. Tony knew better than anyone. “You’re my partner. It’s my job to know exactly what you’re thinking.” He explained.

You started to tear up as you realized how special your’s and Tony’s bond was. You were aware of how close you had come to losing him. “I’m the reason you stormed off. If I had just kept my mouth shut, then none of this would have happened. I screwed up, Tony.” You told him, honestly.

Aside from your no-longer-secret crush on him, you had always told Tony everything.

Tony interlaced his fingers with yours, giving your hand a soft squeeze. “You didn’t screw up. You saved my life.” His voice cracked as he told you.

He leaned in towards you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. That was when you noticed how blue his lips were.

“Ducky, do you have one of those thermal blankets? Tony is freezing.” You asked, looking over at Ducky. He nodded and started to rummage through a cabinet.

“You could kiss me to warm me up.” Tony joked, nudging your leg with his. You giggled seeing the smirk on his face. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

Ducky handed you the silver blanket. You unfolded it and tried to wrap it around Tony’s shoulders.

“You’re just as cold as I am.” He protested, wrapping the blanket around the two of you. Under the blanket, his free hand found yours and interlaced your fingers.

Ducky I walked over towards the two of you again. “Everything looks good, Anthony. We can have Jethro or Timothy drive you both home. You both need to get into warm, dry clothes right away. Y/N, my dear, if you could just keep an eye on Anthony and call me if anything happens.” Ducky explained to you both.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let him out of my sight.” You said, smiling over at Tony.

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Fandoms I write for under the cut!

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NCIS

Timothy McGee

Jimmy Palmer

Nicholas Torres

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia (platonic🫶)

Luke Alvez

CALL OF DUTY (MW/WWII)

John Price

Soap MacTavish

Ghost Riley

Gaz Garrick

Alex Keller

Alejandro Vargas

Phillip Graves

Vladimir Makarov

Rudy Parra

Red Daniels

William Pierson

Joseph Turner

Robert Zussman

Frank Aiello

Drew Stiles

SHAMELESS

Ian Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Kevin Ball

THE WALKING DEAD (+TELLTALE GAME)

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Lee Everett

Kenny

Doug

Mark

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley (platonic)

Eddie Munson

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Peter/001

Jason Carver

Dimitri

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (I still need to finish the last season😊)

Viktor Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Number Five

Luther Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

Bobby (platonic)

Chuck

NOW YOU SEE ME

Jack Wilder

J. Daniel Atlas

Merritt McKinney

Dylan Rhodes

Chase McKinney

MARVEL (Avengers/X-men)

Wanda Maximoff

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Steve Rogers

Stephen Strange

Peter Parker (Tom/Andrew/Tobey)

Clint Barton

Deadpool

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Peter Quill

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

Eddie Brock/Venom

Druig

Ikaris

Charles Xavier

Erik Lehnsherr

Peter Maximoff

Wolverine

Scott Summers

Hank McCoy

Bobby Drake

Alex Summers

Phil Coulson

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockey

Scott Lang

Pietro Maximoff

Mobius M. Mobius

Matt Murdock

Shang-chi

STAR WARS

Anakin Skywalker

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Poe Dameron

Finn

TEEN WOLF

Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Peter Hale

Theo Raeken

Liam Dunbar

Jordan Parrish

Mason Hewitt

Danny Mahealani

Aiden Steiner

Ethan Steiner

Corey Bryant

THE BOYS IN THE BAND

Bernard

Harold

Hank

Donald

Cowboy

Alan McCarthy

Michael

Larry

Emory

WHITE COLLAR

Neal Caffrey

Peter Burke

Mozzie (platonic)

Clinton Jones

DIVERGENT

Peter

Caleb Prior

Four

HARRY POTTER

Neville Longbottom

Sirius Black

Cedric Diggory

Seamus Finnigan

Viktor Krum

Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Charlie Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Ron Weasley

Oliver Wood

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

Gellert Grindelwald (Mads Mikkelsen)

Newt Scamander

Credence Barebone

Theseus Scamander

Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law)

HUNGER GAMES

Peeta Mellark

Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

MAZE RUNNER

Newt

Thomas

Gally

Minho

911 (and LONE STAR)

Evan Buckley (Buck)

Howie Han (Chimney)

Bobby Nash

Eddie Diaz

TK Strand

Carlos Reyes

Paul Strickland

Owen Strand

Jud Ryder

Mateo Chavez

RIVERDALE

Jughead Jones

FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Hiram Lodge

Sweet Pea

Fangs

Kevin Keller

Reggie Mantle

Chic

Moose Mason

BROOKLYN99

Jake Peralta

Terry Jeffords

All the others (platonic only)

CHRISTIAN BALE

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

PEDRO PASCAL

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Agent Whiskey (Kingsman)

Silva (Strange Way of Life)

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

Connor

RK900

Hank

Markus

Luther

Simon

Gavin

Josh

BARBIE

Ken (Ryan)

Ken (Simu)

Allan

SHERLOCK

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Jim Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

FNAF (movie)

Mike Schmidt

Steve Raglan

SUITS

Harvey Specter

Mike Ross

LA CASA DE PAPEL

El Profesor

Berlín

Palermo

Denver

Río

I WON’T WRITE:

-Smut (for anyone)

-R*pe

-Female readers/GN readers

-Suic*de

-inc*st

-Crossdressing

-Romantic/Suggestive stories for underage characters (only platonic, basically)

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