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ncis-yp · 13 days

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may i request sugar daddy!gibbs? <3

Money, Money, Money (Sugar Daddy! Gibbs x Reader)

Late night, black coffee, handsome man, all alone. Third time this week, 5th week in a row you’ve seen him. You flirted often fishing for bigger tips, trying to pay bills you couldn’t even afford to have. You lived on your own. 18 years old, last 2 months of high school, and barely a plan and money to plan life with.

“See you’re here again!” You say happily topping him off.

“Hey! Rough week” he sighed, eyeing you gently.

“You work at… don’t tell me” you say trying to remember. “NCIS!” You exclaim.

“Good memory” he smiles. “How are you (y/n)?” He asks.

“Ah I’m alright. Just trying to get off work as soon as possible, you know” you shrug. “Later it gets the scarier it is outside.”

“Well, what time do you get off?” Gibbs asks.

“12” you sigh, looking towards the clock. Only 9:45. “Got about 2 hours left”

“Yeah, remember the goal kid.” Gibbs smiled. “Say, what college do you plan on attending? I remember you saying you were a senior and it’s almost the end of the year.”

“Oh, college.” You say quietly. “I can’t afford it, so I won’t be going. Maybe in the future” his phone began ringing. He clicked it silent before turning to you,

“Ah I see… well (y/n) have a good night. I’ve gotta get back to work” he stands.

“See ya around, Jet” you saluted him.

“Jet…” he said thoughtfully. “I like that!!”

Time skip~

The clock hit 12 and your shift was over. You walked out to see a familiar face leaning against a car. You smiled as he approached you.

“Hey Jet! What’re you still doin out?”

“Driving you home” he shakes his keys. “Scary out here” you can see a smirk.

“Coming from a guy who’s packing” you roll your eyes as you approach the car. You were gonna let yourself get a ride with a man who had a gun… a lot safer than walking an hour without a gun. That was how you justified getting into that car.

“Oh shut up” he opened the door and you got in.

When you arrived at your shitty apartment that you could barely afford you saw Gibbs eyes search the perimeter.

“I’ll walk you in… I don’t like the looks of that guy on the corner” he motions with his head.

“It’s really alright. Thank you for the ride!” You say opening your door. Jethro reached across and shut it before you could step out. Silently he got out and walked around the car. Opening it.

“Let’s go” he grinned sweetly. You caved and bring him up. His eyes fell on your small apartment. Clean, organized, your life could fit in a box. He made notes of things to buy you.

“Well since you’re up here” you say as you take off your coat. “Coffee? Tea? Might actually have a bottle of soda in the fridge…” you trail as you thought about it.

“Coffee’s great, yeah” he accepts. The two of you stayed up talking late into the night before he left. Your insecurity of what you could afford present in the back of your mind.

A few days later~

You woke up to a knock on your front door. You opened it to see a delivery guy at your door.

“Delivery for a…” he looked at his clipboard. “(Y/n)(l/n)”

“Yeah, yeah that’s me” you say. “What is this?” The man shrugged.

“A car? If you didn’t order it, not my problem. I can’t take it back.” He said as you signed the paper. He handed you the keys. “Beautiful car by the way” he walked away. You closed the door behind you, walking downstairs. Outside you eagerly clicked the key, looking around for the car, your eyes finally settling on the black dodge challenger sitting in a parking spot a few meters down.

“Oh my god” you say nearly in tears. You ran back upstairs and hurriedly got dressed for work, hoping to see Jethro there. And sure enough when you pulled up in your new car, there was Jethro, leaning on his car again.

“You fucking bastard” you run and hug him, you cry happily into his shoulder. He laughed as you did so.

“Wait wait, I get you a car and you call me Bastard!!!” He exclaimed. “I got something else for you…” he digs his hand into his pocket, another key coming out on his finger.

“Jethro…” you say looking at it as a bright green address tag danced in your eyes.

“Coffee first. Key later” you nodded as you lead him inside.

Time skip~

You ended your shift early to go with Jethro. You blindly tailed him into a nicer apartment complex in a better part of Quatico. Your heart began to flutter as you parked.

You walked into a nice apartment on the 3rd floor. Beautiful black granite kitchen tops, newly installed appliances.

“So…” he says. “What furniture were you thinking you wanted for your new apartment?” He says handing you magazines.

“Holy shit.” You whisper. “This is mine?” He nodded. “This place is mine?” You gasp.

“All paid off. So is the car. And so is your degree.”

“Degree?” You ask. “No you didn’t”

“Yes. I did” he smiled.

“Shut up” you tear up as he passes you a folder. The big words ‘WELCOME TO VIRGINIA TECH’ inscribed. “How did you-“

“Pulled some strings… I think your 1560 SAT score and perfect GPA helped a lot…” he said.

“Oh my god” you cry out jumping into his arms. “I will pay it all back” you say.

“Nope. No need. Just keep being a good girl and I will give you the world” he says.

“Thank you so much!!”

“Of course! You deserve it” he winked. “Now pick out some furniture. It’s your reward for getting into Virginia Tech” you kisses your cheek.

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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 1 year

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Gibbs Has A Wife?

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 971

Warnings: Mild language, fluff, pregnancy…

Prompt: Gibbs has been knee deep in a case all week and hasn’t been home to you or your son, so you head to NCIS to talk to him yourself…

Y/N's POV

Angry wasn't even a way to begin how I felt. Livid, we are getting closer. Royally pissed off, that is how I'm feeling.

I swaddle the baby, a hand on my growing bump as I storm off the elevator. I saw his silver hair from where I was coming and his team looked at me confused. I stand at the front of the bullpen when he looks up.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs, I'm this close to being your fifth ex-wife." I grit out.

"Gibbs has a wife?" Tony asks.

I knew who they all were. Gibbs was fond of each one yet, he wanted to wait awhile before introducing me. He had a blast on teasing them. Jethro stands slowly, paling once he realized how screwed he was.

"I'm nine months pregnant, we have an eleven month old and I have a job. Yet, I've taken care of every dirty diaper this week, every time he’s got fussy, I got him calmed. I've fed him, I've cleaned the house and made dinner every single night. Yet, you can't show up to have a meal with your goddamn wife? The mother of you two babies. One I spent over twenty hours in labor with and I'm dreading this next one." I snap.

"Y/N/N, honey...calm down. I'm sorry. I've been caught up in a case. I should've called." He says softly and I narrow my eyes.

"If you knew how much I wanted to put my foot up your ass, you'd stay the hell away from me." I snap.

"I know your mad and I'm sorry." He says softly, resting his hands on my hips.

I glare at him, reaching a hand up and slapping him in the back of the head. He smiles nonetheless, rubbing my belly as he stops our little girl from kicking.

"I'm more than mad, Jethro." I snap.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I'll make it up. Ziva, come here. Meet your god-son, Leroy Jackson Gibbs. Let Tony and Tim meet him too, but keep an eye on those two. Mostly Tony." Jethro says, taking our son away from my arms.

He places a kiss on his head, smiling softly down at him before handing him to Ziva who smiles and softly coos at him. Tony and Tim stand, going to stand around Ziva as they smile down at Leroy.

Jethro grabs my hand and guides me towards the elevator. He presses the emergency stop button and we were left in the dark. He cups my cheek, but that doesn't stop me from glaring up at him.

"I love you and I'm sorry, honey. It won't happen again." He murmurs.

"I know it won't because if it does, I'm leaving your ass." I snap and he chuckles.

"I love you." He murmurs, caressing my cheek as he leans down.

I huff, looping my arms around his neck. He knew what buttons to push and when to push them. That made me mad, and this time I blamed that on my hormones.

"I love you too, bastard." I grumble.

He chuckles, slanting his lips over mine. It was soft and slow, the two of us wrapped in each others embrace. God. I've missed him. We pull away and I slap him in the back of the head once more.

"What was that for?" He grumbles.

"Your daughter is kicking my ribcage and bladder." I grumble.

"Turn around." He murmurs.

I do as told, his chest against my back. His hands rub my belly before he lifts my stomach. I moan softly, my legs nearly giving out from how good this felt. I lean back against him, closing my eyes. He kisses the side of my head.

I could stay like that forever. We stayed like that for several minutes before he slowly let my belly down. I turn around, pulling him into a hug.

"I missed you." I murmur.

"I missed you too, honey. I'm sorry. I promise I'll do better or at least call.” He says.

We pull apart, but he grabs my hand and we head back to the bullpen to see Tony holding Leroy.

“I’m your Uncle Tony. I will teach you all the best movies to watch. There are some really good old ones that I’m sure you’ll enjoy. Ziva here will tell you all the good books and McGeek…he’ll probably teach you to game.” He rambles.

I smile, looking up at Jethro who looks down at me with a soft smile. I look back at them, putting my other hand on my stomach. Jethro moves behind me, lifting my stomach again as he rests his head on top of mine.

“Mrs. Gibbs, he’s got your hair…but he has Gibbs’ eyes.” Ziva says.

“I know. He’s going to be breaking all kinds of hearts with those eyes. And please, call me Y/N.” I say.

“Be glad he only got bosses eyes, it’s a good thing he got your looks.” Tony teases and I giggle.

“Stop flirting with my wife, DiNozzo.” Gibbs warns.

“He wasn’t. Calm down, Jethro.” I say.

“You’ve got another one in the oven it seems. Do you know the gender and name yet?” Tim asks.

“Oh yes. It’s a girl this time. We are going to name her Caitlyn Shannon Gibbs.” I murmur.

“A-After Kate…” Tony trails off.

“Yes. In honor of Kate…she was a good woman. And Jethro’s first wife, Shannon.” I murmur.

“Little one has woken up again it seems.” Jethro says as our little girl kicks away.

I grimace, rubbing my stomach as Jethro continues to hold it up. I suck in a breath, slowly exhaling.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Ziva asks.

“This one is definitely going to kick asses, that’s for sure.” I chuckle breathlessly.

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rose-edith · 2 years

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Can I have a dabble based on this please bestie 😊😊😊

Hope you like it!

NSFWish Drabble on the above Gif with Gibbs:

It’s a loud shout that pulls you out of sleep- and what an exquisite dream of Jethro it had been, you’d even been ever so slightly grinding onto a pillow you’d slung your leg over in your sleep- but then the shout cuts through the dreamy haze.

You’re on your feet in an instant, grabbing the gun from under your pillow, letting the safety catch off as you race into the room. Your follow Gibbs in, almost crashing into his back as Kate followed hot on your heels. Your eyes wash over the scene, only to come to rest on some sort of lizard laid on the pillow.

With a sigh you put the safety back on the gun and lower your arm. You almost tumble into Gibbs, but catch yourself swaying at the last second as you rub the sleep from your eyes.

“What the Hell Tony?” You bitterly complain. “I was in the middle of a lovely dream where you died.” It was a lie- but you couldn’t very well say what you were truly dreaming of! You yawn. “And in we come, guns at the ready and you were shrieking because of a lizard?!” You were panting with rage, both because of what had happened, the fact you could’ve easily slept for hours yet, and because you were left unfulfilled from your dream.

You roll your eyes. It’s only when you turn to Kate to leave that you realise she’s smirking at you. A glance over your shoulder confirms that DiNozzo is smirking at you too, while Gibbs is…looking pensive.

With a shot of dread filling your heart you look down at what you’re wearing, at what you’d slipped into bed wearing last night. It was no wonder you’d dreamt of your boss; you were wearing his shirt. Against the back of your neck you could feel the hand embroidered initials ‘LJG’, Jethro, Gibbs, had seen them himself, you assume it’s a hangover from the marines.

You’d stolen the shirt weeks ago from his clean laundry pile- even after being washed it still smelt of sawdust, soap and coffee. Unconsciously your hand grabbed the hem of the shirt, rubbing the fabric between your fingers. You’d been staying at your Boss’s house for one night only, your flat being uninhabitable while a gas leak on the building was checked and fixed- it was generous of him to invite you to stay really. And how did you repay that generosity? By stealing one his shirts, one that he usually wears fairly regularly. It never even crossed your mind that you were the only person around when it went missing, your desire to own a shirt of his overwhelmed your every thought.

Kate moved away from the door and you breathed a tiny sigh of relief! Her and Tony were bickering like an old married couple, but your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears you couldn’t hear it, you couldn’t tune in. Instead you make your way to the threshold of the door, pausing just for a tiny moment.

You give one final glance over your shoulder and meet your Boss’s eye. He smirking at you now, just as Kate and Tony had been a few moments ago before their bickering started. He nods his head at you, gesturing for you to leave.

You gulp but step forwards, waiting for Gibbs in the hallway. He’s right behind you, he grabs you firmly by the elbow and drags you into your room, kicking the door shut.

He sits you on the edge of your bed, Jethro is stood in front of you with his arms folded across his chest. For a moment you get lost in observing his bulging biceps. A smack to the back of your head gets you out of your drool-worthy, very obvious eye fucking of your Boss.

But he was smirking at you. That didn’t reassure you.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t punish you for stealing my shirt.” He says. His voice is quite light, his eyes are still as observant and piercing as ever. The beautiful blue eyed bastard is teasing you!

You bite your lip…time to fight fire with fire! “You absolutely should punish me…Jethro. I’ve been a very bad girl.” You grin at him and slide yourself back up the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing that you’re completely nude underneath it.

“Oh really? Well I can’t have that. Guess I better teach you a new rule about how to be a good girl- in future you should just ask.” He smirking.

You watch in delight as he crawls up the bed, prowling like a predator as his body comes to rest between your spread thighs. A shiver chases across your skin, may the punishment begin!

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slutforsilverfoxes · 2 years

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Gunny

Inspired by S2E1 of NCIS

“Afternoon, handsome,” you purred, tucking your cellphone between your shoulder and ear, multitasking to the max as you cleaned the kitchen, watched your favorite show, and now carried on a conversation with your husband. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Is the A/C working at home, honey?”

“Don’t tell me this an even worse version of the Is your refrigerator running? prank,” you snorted, glancing over your shoulder to see that the thermostat was, in fact, maintaining a cool 68 degrees in the house.

“No,” he chuckled appreciatively in response, “just a desperate plea to live vicariously through you. A/C’s out here.”

“You poor things,” you hummed sympathetically. “Should’ve taken a day off with me.”

“I would if I could but we’ve got a time sensitive-”

“It’s the husband!” you yelled at the TV dramatically.

“-case,” your husband finished, grimacing at your loud declaration.

“Sorry, sweetie,” you offered at a normal volume with a giggle.

Gibbs knew that your days off were spent cleaning and watching your favorite cop drama, even though you came home to one every day who could confirm that their cases were far less glamorous. Your husband also insisted that the men weren’t that handsome in real life, but you very much begged to differ.

Had he looked in a mirror lately?

“You enjoy your day off, hon. I’ve gotta get into uniform for an op now- don’t wait up for me tonight, okay?”

“You know I will no matter what, Jet. Be careful out- wait. In uniform? In your uniform? Answer me, Gunny!”

You simply received a chuckle and a quiet “Love ya,” before the line went dead.

That bastard was going to be the death of you.

___

Later that evening, you were nursing a cup of coffee and doing a crossword at the kitchen table, trying and failing to not think about your husband strutting around NCIS in uniform, coated in a beautiful sheen of sweat thanks to the broken A/C system.

It had been an incredibly long day.

Finally, mercifully, you heard his keys in the lock, a sound that made you smile without fail because it was another reminder of little things Jethro had changed when you moved in.

“Did you save the day again?”

Your easy smile melted into a frown at the haunted look on your husband’s face as he dropped his keys onto their designated hook. “Hey, c’mere, come sit down,” you gently guided him to your recently vacated spot at the kitchen table, standing behind him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a tight squeeze. “We can talk about it or we can leave it for another day,” you murmured in his ear before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You just tell me what you need.”

He reached up to place his rough palm against your face and you nuzzled into it, dotting kisses along the callouses there from years of woodworking.

“I just can’t believe a man was willing to sacrifice his wife and child for money,” he shook his head sadly.

You subconsciously let out a soft gasp, mumbling, “It really was the husband.”

Jethro tilted his head up to look at you before dissolving into unbridled laughter, your own giggles joining him moments later as a blush spread across your cheeks and you muttered out an apology.

He pulled you down for a kiss, now shaking his head in mirth rather than disappointment. “What would I do without you?”

“Be a lot more bored, that’s for sure,” you grinned. “Speaking of, did you happen to, uh, bring your uniform home?”

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sillyguycenteral · 2 months

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Late to the rescue- NCIS!Gibbs x teen!Reader (platonic!!)

really short and first thing I've written and posted! :)

Gibbs was going to murder you, your prayers and calls both went unanswered. This was a nightmare devised by only the cruelest of cruel gods or maybe you were some sick bastard in your past life and this was a sick sort of revenge for your past misdeeds. You cursed Kate,Abby,Tony,Mcgee, and even Ducky as you glanced back down at your contact list. There was only one person left, who most likely wouldn’t pick up the phone but was your only shot of making it to school on time.

Still cursing out your traitorous semi co-workers you selected the dreaded contact and waited to be sent to voicemail. “Kid, shouldn’t you be at school by now?”

“GIBBS! OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR PICKING UP!” If anyone else had picked up you would have blown what was left of their eardrums, but the Gods weren’t that cruel and your savior picked up instead.

“Kid, why aren’t you at school? And don’t make me ask for a third time, neither of us want that.”

“Ok, so you know how when I left this morning I was like “no, no, no, I don’t wanna make you late for work and it’s fine I can call someone and then they can pick me up.” and then you were all like “Whatever, as long as you get to school on time blah blah blah.”

You could feel the sigh leave his body before you could hear it.

“ I did not say “Whatever, as long as you get to school on time-" "Blah, blah, blah, don’t forget that part Gibbs, it’s very important to the story.”

“Anyway as I was saying before you butted in, I called literally everyone in my contact list to beg for a ride and now I’m wondering how far are you from the house?”

The silence was deafening, you even had to double check that he hadn’t abandoned you in your hour of need for an easier morning, but this was Gibbs.

“How far have you walked?” Your turn to fall silent, lying to Gibbs was fun in the moment but always ended up with you taking coffee orders for the rest of the week or not even being allowed in the office. As you weigh either option of telling your surrogate father that no, you have not in fact started walking it hadn’t even occurred to you that you could do that, you heard another resigned sigh.

“If I come back to get you and you're still in your pajamas I’m making you run coffee for Tony for the rest of the month. Am I clear?”

“Crystal clear sir.” your mock sault probably wouldn’t have gone over too well in person but thankfully this was a phone call. The call ended as fast as it had begun, and now you were left with less than 5 minutes to change into your school clothes before Gibbs came back.

#ncis gibbs #ncis #leroy jethro gibbs #platonic #father/daughter #first fic #please be kind

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obey-me-apocalypso-official · 2 years

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Obey me: Apocalypso

How they are as Yanderes♥️?

Tw: blood, obsessive behaviour, toxic behaviour, emotional manipulation, abuse.. i feel like YANDERE is good enough of a warning right. You know what fun stuff it implies. Belphegor was originally supposed to be a yandere, so why wouldn't these guys be yknow.

Idk i do too much soft shit gibb some violence in this bich 🫥

Conquest

Oh boy what a great Yandere he'd make! 😀 (Isn't he sort of already one thoughh...??)

Obsessive, possessive, delusional .. whole package! He's already only interested in MC originally out of pettiness after all. (1- they're human. 2- the brothers want em. So obviously HE has to have them instead! Cuz yknow, he wins everything)

And he's already affiliated with punishing whoever annoys him so he isn't above murdering someone for no reason. (Thank the pact for keeping him in check)

He doesn't want MC talking to anyone else. They can be free! They just, can't interact. Even his brothers is pushing it.

Meanwhile he can flirt with as many fans as he feels like it. He's an unfair piece of shit, but in his mind, he KNOWS he's never gonna be unfaithful to you. But he doesn't trust others with you.

The kind to babytrap. He's doing whatever is necessary to ensure victory. After all, that's his thing yknow?

The rose glasses are to prevent the blood from getting in his beautiful eyes ✨

(His eyes are already red anyway.)

It shows up super well on the rest of him, though since he wears light tones like white, washed out denim, beige...

On his demon form, which has shades of black and red, it's nearly impossible to tell though

Yep. Even his forms are double-sided.

If he had his wings, he'd wrap them around you... but yknow. Not anymore...Oh but maybe he'd be the kind to rip a demon's wings off and snatch them for himself. Cuz yknow, the bastard had LOOKED at you.

He probably kidnapped you by drugging a drink or a snack he'd offered you. If you'd have refused it, he wouldn't have taken a no anyway. He'd have shoved it down your throat if necessary..

He always encourages you and talks in honeyed words. He will rarely ever get angry with you, which probably only makes you sink deeper...

Aww you messed up and you tried to leave??? :C that's okay~ he think it's cute.. since he knows there was never even a chance that you'd succeed. He's not mad until you make HIM screw up.

Eventually your broken fragile mind will begin to associate him with good. As everyone else he blindly lies to and manipulates. You'l be totally convinced he's just too good for you...

Interestingly he'd be a mix of a yandere and uhh the type that always needs constant attention

Spoils his obsession rotten!!! Whatever you want, you'l have it!

He might show you off like some prize. All dressed up to show to his brothers and friends... if only they knew.

"Aww 💕 it's okay baby! I knoww you wanna leave real badly but if you leave... ...you ...won't be mine anymore........"

War

Breaks your kneecaps keeps you in his house kinda yandere

He also most definitely manipulates you with all his contacts until you think he's actually a pretty decent guy!

Oh would you look at that he snapped your wrist-

He believes in physical discipline and if you're being difficult you won't be for very long.

Famine gets mental trauma War gets physical trauma

He doesn't want you going unhealthy so he actually keeps you well fed and active.

If you're being annoying he won't be afraid to threaten you is all

Just physically abusive kinda yandere

He won't really do much at some point you'l just flinch at the threat and not the actual outcome

Probably the kind to have everyone you love killed, he has people who'd do that on his part.

"Leave..? Psh, don't be ridiculous. What even IS there to go back to???"

Famine

He knows the ins and out of the mind, if he wants to break you? He'l break you

Nevermind that his abilities involve chains and shackles, he will utterly break you so hard he won't even bother putting you in chains.

Isolation, starvation.. he'l have you trapped until you can barely think for yourself

He treats you condescendingly, he isn't afraid to put his foot down. Yes, he loves you, but that doesn't mean he'l go easy on you

Molds his obsession into the perfect slave. He's attuned with manipulating his way to the top. How to conquer whilst not even lifting a finger...

Brainwashing is practically a walk in the park for him.

He won't lock you up in some creepy basement. Urgh, he doesn't need to remind himself of his own isolation. No, it'l be semi furnished and pretty modern. But nevertheless a prison.

You find yourself not even doing anything on your own. For example you're starving- drooling at a plate of delicious expensive meat sitting on the table.. but you don't eat it, not whiteout permission.

As long as you behave, you won't be suffering Famine's wrath.. right?

He won't let you out of the house unless he's there to accompany you. You'l have to ask nicely to be let out.

"You want to leave...? Pff- hahahhahahah!!!...ahh.... you're even dumber than i thought!! 💕"

Death

He's obsessed and so afraid of you leaving him

You're never out of his sights ever wherever you go he follows.

Grade A at BNE

Probably steals your shit

Probably straight up sobs and has a panic attack if he doesn't know where you are

He doesn't realize how absolutely suffocating he is and honestly he's too cute i'd be afraid to tell him...

Not above putting you on an actual leash or put you in a cage Toma/Jumin style

He's so scared you'l wander off and die the world is spooky and dangerous :(

Delusional as heck he really just wants the best for you (so he says)

Will never expect anything out of you. If you don't wanna cooperate that's okay you're just confused 💕

He won't loose his temper unless you push him too far...

"Leave?.... nonono.. no you can't...... uhm.. leave......... ah- i'm sorry-??! Please don' t cry...."

Ezekiel

He does it professionaly

Definitely sinks slowly. At first he knows his feelings are wrong, and with how focused Ezekiel is he would actively fight it.

But... it's not such a big deal if he accidentally happens to keep the lip balm you lent him right...?

Or that jacket you left in his office....

He's slowly falling and is actively in denial. Of course he isn't an angel- don't be ridiculous, he can't 'fall'....

The angels wouldn't notice, he'd be absolutely sure to keep his feelings and secret business under wraps..

Even then what are they gonna do? Be disappointed? He already has their pact. Too late to take it back now.

He probably will never kidnap you. He's content with satisfying his obsession in secret.

By stealing your stuff

Unless you catch him red handed. He can't have you telling anyone...

You'l be treated well. You just won't be able to leave the house if not with him.....

He treats you as he would a roomie or coworker. Tries to act as if nothing happened. He's still in denial that he's most definitely gross and obsessive and crazy.

"Oh... you lost a shirt? Must have gotten lost in the washer. That happens. I'll buy you another one next time i go out."

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tragic-shadows · 2 years

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All For You (pt.1)

A/N: Okk so this one’s a little different. I don’t usually write ncis ships within the show but I started back from season one and realized how obvious it should have been that these two wanted to bang. (or probably did bang)

Title: All For You

Word Count: 1391

Warnings: Mentions/implied assault (nothing graphic)

Pairings: Caitlin Todd x Jethro Gibbs

Summary: Based on the events of the episode ‘Reveille’ (s1e23). When Kate is kidnapped, we never really get to see how she gets back to NCIS, so here’s my take on how she did it.

"Kate's at home, boss." Tony called. "She didn't answer her phone."

"I don't think she ate bad oysters for lunch," Gibbs packed his weapon in his hip and made a B-line for the elevator.

Tony shuffled after him. "She had a tuna salad."

Gibbs stopped, mentally cursing himself for not realizing it sooner. "Tony, that bastard's got her."

"Boss…" Tony tried to stop his mind from spiraling but it went places it never should.

"He's got her!" Gibbs stormed back to his desk, pulling up GPS and phone logs, papers out of drawers and what not. "Everything you've got on this bastard, right now! Call Kate until you get an answer."

"Her phone's turned off boss!" Tony reminded him.

"I. Don't. Care. Where's McGee?!" Gibbs shouted through the bullpen. "WHERE'S MCGEE!!??" He bellowed.

"Here boss!!" McGee came bounding into the room with a map. "And I think I've got something. An accomplice." He pressed a button and a file came up on the plasma screen. "Marta Erici. 26 years—"

"That's her. Boss that's her! That's the girl!" 

"She's Swedish, but her parents and grandparents disowned her after she fell in love with a Mossad officer, Ari Haswari. Now she's a terrorist."

"Gibbs," Tony panicked, "she used me! She used me to get to Kate!! How could I be so stupid!"

"Not stupid, DiNozzo, just naive. Now didn't I tell you to call her?!"

"On it boss."

"So like I was saying," McGee continued. "Marta actually moved to the US before she met Ari. She bought a small farm outside of Takoma, sold it 2 years later but the buyers never actually took up the lease."

"'Kay, let's go! Got an answer Tony?"

"Nothin' boss. No rings."

"Pick up the pace! We gotta phone number for Marta?"

"Don't know if it works but yeah." McGee dug it out of the files.

"Track it!"

"So kitty.." The terrorist's hand trailed over Kate's jawline. "Now that Marta's gone and we're alone, whatever should we do?" He had dragged her back into the house, chaining her to a chair.

"I think you should let me go," Kate suggested. "This isn't like you, holding me up. If you wanted to make me your wife, shouldn't you be treating me right?"

"Oh Caitlin, whoever said I wanted to make you my wife? I said I wanted to make you mine. While you're here I can do whatever I want with you." He smiled and rubbed his thumb over Kate's thigh.

"Fair enough. But can I at least get a name to work with?"

The terrorist chuckled. "Haswari."

"And a last name?"

"Haswari."

"Right. T hen a first name?"

"No."

"Ok then. What do you want with me? I can't tell you what chopper is Marine One, I can't get you into the secret service."

"Do you think I'm shallow, Caitlin?"

"I think you're crazy," Kate responded.

"Stand up," Ari demanded.

Kate did.

"Come with me." Ari guided her gently, one hand on the small of her bak and the other still holding onto his gun. "Lie down."

Kate hesitated.

"On your stomach," Ari pushed her towards the bed.

"No."

"I wasn't asking."

"I said, no." Kate turned to him. "I'm not your little puppy, Haswari. I'm not going to let you run your hands and who knows what else over me."

"Lie down or I will shoot you."

"Then shoot me, you wouldn't dare. You're too in love with me to hurt me."

Ari shoved his gun to the back of her head and pushed her down onto the bed. "You got one thing right, I am in love with you. Ever since I first saw you I've been fascinated by you. Your eyes, and your lips, the way you move when you're going after someone. Your body. I would do whatever I have to to see what’s under those clothes. So yes, I am in love. But you're wrong to say that I wouldn't hurt you. Just look at Marta."

"You're all talk."

Ari slapped her clean across the face, earning a grunt from the brunette. "I could not shoot you, no. But I could do any number of other things." He punched her, leaving her unconscious on the bed. "And I will."

- "I'll take the front," Gibbs directed the team. "Tony you take the back. McGee I want you to check out the barn. Backup is on the way. I want Kate found and if that bastard is with her, kill. Him."

"Yeah boss!" DiNozzo responded. Gibbs busted down the door, not bothering with introductions. "Kate!" He yelled. Nothing in response. He scanned all the rooms, Tony joining him in the bedroom.

"Boss," Tony started.

Gibbs's eyes scanned the sight in front of him. There was blood. Not a lot, but enough to be noticed. But the other thing?

"That her's boss?"

"Guess it would have to be." Gibbs bent down, picking up the bra that lay on the floor.

"Shirt and pants over here," Tony grabbed them from where they lay wadded up by the window.

"Underwear," Gibbs announced, picking them up after the bra, barely taking notice that they were lace.

"He.."

"Don't say it." Gibbs yelled, slamming his fist into the wall. "He's probably out there taking advantage of her right now!"

"I'll call Abby, maybe this blood is Ari's and not hers."

"Boss!!" McGee yelled from the living room. "I got something."

"Yea, us too." Gibbs held up the clothes and McGee's face went white.

"Out by the barn, Marta's dead."

"What’d ya' mean dead?"

"Uh, dead. Not alive? Stopped breathing and using bodily functions."

"I know what dead means McGee." Gibbs grunted, "How?"

"Shot to the forehead. Ari's work."

"Boss, Abby and Ducky are here."

"Thanks Tony."

"Gibbs Gibbs!" Abby rushed over. "Are you alright?" 

"Fine Abs. I need you to test this for DNA." He gave her Kate's clothes. Abby's face drained of color.

"But these are Kate's."

"Know that. Can you run a rape kit?"

"Depends what I find. If there's hair samples then yeah, but we already know who would have done it."

"Can you figure out if it was done?"

"I need more than just clothes. Do you have the sheets?"

"Yeah c'mon." Gibbs led Abby to the bedroom, as she clung on to him he could feel her shaking. This topic always made her queasy, and it didn’t help that one of their own was the victim.

"Oh wow, that's a lot of blood,” Abby whimpered.

"I know. Run that too, see if it's Ari or Kate's or a mix of both."

"Got it. I'll call you when I've got it." Abby gave a sympathetic look and was met with Gibbs’ own.

"Duck!"

"Jethro!" Ducky hurried over.

"Body's in the back. Victim is Marta Erici, 26 years old."

"Body was still warm," McGee adds. "Ari probably shot her right before he.. took Kate."

"So time of death about 45 minutes ago," Ducky assumed.

Once the body temp was taken and the crime scene photos taken, Marta was loaded into the back of the van and sent off to the morgue.

The rest of the team rode back in silence, Gibbs even let DiNozzo drive. "You alright over there boss?" Tony asked.

"He made love to Marta, then put a bullet through her head. What's to say he hasn't done the same with Kate?"

"He doesn't fit the profile," McGee said from the back. "He sees something in Kate that he wants, she's not just a pawn like Marta."

"So he wants something from her?"

"Yeah and I don't think it's sex." 

Gibbs' phone rang and he picked it up, "Yeah Abs."

"Good news and bad news, what do you want first?"

"Bad."

"Bad news is that the blood I tested was Kate's."

Gibbs shuddered. "Good news?"

"I didn't find and fluids which indicates that Kate was not taken advantage of."

"Are you sure?"

"Is Caf-Pow my favorite drink?" "Kay, thanks Abs."

"Wait there's more! I analyzed the tire tracks outside the barn. Matches a 2004 Lexus IS 300. Now that's a pretty popular car for this year, but, there was also some paint chips. Now the color was usually used in 2001, but 17 cars in the DC area were painted with Auburn Sky Pearl. Only 4 of those are 2004 models. 1 of those has to be Ari, might be under a fake name, but it has to be one of them."

"That's good Abby. That's really good. Call me if ya' got anything else."

"I will."

"So what's the good news boss?" Tony asked.

"He didn't use her for that." Gibbs answered. "And we have a car. 2004 Lexus IS 300, color- Auburn Sky Pearl. Put out a BOLO."

A weight felt like it was being lifted off the teams shoulders, but there was still an agent to find.

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#kate todd #caitlin todd #ncis #NCIS Fic #Leroy Jethro Gibbs #gibbs #kate x gibbs #caitlin todd x gibbs

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whispatchet · 1 year

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The difficulties of deciding on characters to send Qs about for Ask memes, when I love all of your characters (bar the bastards) so very much…

Rai, Haddy, Korvits: 2, 8… & 10 if you have the spoons.

2. What is their grooming routine? (how do they treat themselves in private)

Rai showers every three to four days, more often if having gotten messy in the garden or gone to paint fest or done lots of exercise. He has a shower soap that smells sort of petrichor ish, but nothing too fragrant. He has a black shower puff and likes lots of bubbles, washing all over to be a bubble monster before rinsing off. He also likes to make bubble hats and moustaches if he's feeling silly.

Haddy more sits near the shower than in it. He likes the steam from it, and uses a wash cloth to clean his skin, one cloth for soap, another cloth for clean water. He'd have to be pretty dirty to want to rinse under the water. And even then not on his wings. His wings need a very delicate touch with a damp microfibre cloth. Not only does the shower hurt his wings, if they're wet they can't buzz right and if he can't buzz he can't see, so, no thank you.

Korvits doesn't really... bathe? He is a fire based pumpkin scarecrow so water isn't really something that meshes with him really well. Not to say that he doesn't wash, but he tends to burn dirt off his clothes with fire, and just uses Prestidigitation to get anything more uncooperative.

8. Describe the place where they sleep. (ie what does their safe space look like. How much (or how little) care / decoration / personal touch goes into it.)

Rai has a double bed to himself, and his sheets are dark blue with gold stars on. He also has a starry quilt and pillow cases. He has a plushie monkey that stays on top of the pillow when he isn't sleeping. There are glow in the dark stars on the wall and ceiling, and spare blankets under the bed. He has really nice soft pjs, which also have stars. He has a star thing going on for some reason :P

Haddy also has exclusive use of a double bed, though it is distinctly devoid of any decorations. He just has white sheets and pillows, but these are super duper soft, and he keeps them clean. He has a double big pillow instead of a normal one which he drapes himself on when he sleeps. He either goes for a backless tee or just goes shirtless when he sleeps.

Korvits presently is staying in Gibbs' room in Macabre Manor in Halloween Town. It's decorated to the nines but it sort of came that way,and all the spare rooms in the Manor look the same. Any decorations in the place Gibbs put there, rather than him. With the exception of the wooden stand he made for Gibbs' birthday shenanigans snowglobes.

10. What objects do they always carry around with them? (What do they need for their normal, day-to-day routine? What does ‘normal’ even look like for them.)

Rai has lots of useful things in his hammerspace, but he particularly keeps his wand and his spell focus in his pockets so he can't fumble them. He also keeps a little notebook with PORTABLE CASE BOARD written on the front. In case he needs to take notes.

Haddy doesn't go anywhere without his cane if he can help it. Being blind it's sort of essential for him to be able to get around properly. Also it's a sword.

Korvits doesn't have pockets as such, he really relies on the hammerspace to keep stuff with him. But marshmallows are absolutely always available in there, and he also has his carving tools in hand a lot.

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killmebutneverinsultme · 2 years

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𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞. ——— Jack

tagged by. @vyrulent tagging. @compassofsouls @norringtxn @itslordnow and anyone else who’d like to do it

real name : Captain Jack Sparrow single or taken : Single as default, ranges from open relationship to married in other verses abilities or powers : Magic compass leads him to what he wants most in the world. Enchanted sash keeps him safe from random harm. In Shadow Lord (not to be confused with Shadow Jack) verses he has turned dark and can control shadow creatures as well as being immortal. He has an immortal verse, too. Default, though, he’s just a man who manages to survive. Usually. eye color : Brown hair color : Usually black/dark brown. Gets sun-bleached blonde as he ages. family members : Father - Edward Teague, mother (deceased), Uncle Jack, Grandmama (deceased, thank god for that), Uncle “Ace” Brannigan, Aunt Hazel, Second-Aunt “Quick-Draw” McFleming, McFleming’s children, Cousin Valerie, Grandmama’s cousin Mabeltrude the Violent Visionary, and the mysterious Patriarch. Probably a lot of bastards out there, too. pets : None. He doesn’t like them. He has, however, had an affinity for Teague’s dog he called ‘Doggie’ and inherits Barbossa’s monkey, Jack, who I have him rename Hector. something they don’t like : Toads, mutineers, riding horses, sick people, Beckett hobbies / activities : Pirating, sailing, adventuring, fishing, swimming, reading ever hurt anyone before : Yes, in various ways, though he prefers not to ever killed anyone before : Yes animals that represent them : Sparrow, swallow worst habits : Overconsumption of rum, lack of personal hygiene, abandoning people, selfishness, lying, generally being a pirate role models : His father. Lady Esmeralda. Christophe de Rapier (until he turned out to be awful). Himself. sexual orientation : Bisexual thoughts on marriage / kids : Default: no thanks! He sees these things as the opposite of freedom. His mind is changed in other verses. someone they love : Joshamee Gibbs. Captain Teague. Esmeralda. Angelica. Others in alternate verses. approach to friendship : Happy to be friends with anyone, especially if they’re useful and let him do what he wants. Doesn’t trust anyone, keeps his true feelings hidden. favourite drink : Rum favourite place to spend time at : On the Black Pearl out at sea. Enjoys Tortuga, particularly the brothels, and also Singapore. their type : Breathing, preferably attractive. Properly his type? Bossy, competent women. For men, usually awkward in some way but strong or skilled. camping or indoors : Neither. He prefers staying in his cabin. If he must choose, probably camping as he’s not used to a fully indoor setting and might feel trapped. Honestly, though, he’s really not fussed. He’ll sleep anywhere.

#about Jack

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weepingstudentnacho · 2 years

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my favorite rap mixtapes from a time to another time

my favorite mixtapes

based upon influence and mostly from the last gasp of the fire mixtape era, hidden scrolls in here enjoy them and find them on youtube if you want some good recs for great music that i enjoyed as a yuuuuuuute. alright. this is just kind of a freestyle but it has a lot of cool shit in here, im sure someone else knows more, but this is all me.

A$AP Rocky - Live.Love.A$AP (5stars) just changed the sound of the industry and had some of the most legendary songs of the decade fr…cant really understate how this influenced the "lean sound" of the mid 2010s. really brought the aesthetic together and laid the gameplan. just slaps man too. hadnt seen independent dudes w a camera just hustling like this making real classics before here. it was some different shit.

action bronson-blue chips (5stars) super cool sample beats and fun lyrics

freddie gibbs-cold day in hell (5stars) next level gangster rap really

freddie gibbs-bfk (4stars)

currensy - this aint no mixtape (but it was), (4stars)

weekend at burnies and pilot talk 1-2 are great too but not mixtapes theyre albums

rick ross -rich forever (5stars) stay schemin, rich forever, triple beam dreams

migos - no label (bando, versace - invented the flow for a lot of the next 10years)

migos - no label 2 (fight night is an uber banger and a nostalgic song for me personally)

migos invented a whole flow and vibe with their shit and culture series is pretty much hard af, you can even toss that 21/Offset without warning tape on there.

krit- 4eva and a day (5 starsssss) krit - return of 4eva (5 stars) rotation, get right, this is a full banger front to back. this might be my fav of the whole damn group if not for rich homie, gucci, and thug. krit - krit wuz here (4 stars)

danny brown - xxx -(abstract but pretty fire, not fully my bag)

flocka - duflocka rant halftime show (just a sample is sooooo hard)

flocka - lebron flocka james

frank ocean - nostalgia, ultra (influential) 5stars novacaine come onnnnnnnn everyone was having sex to this one fr

Gucci just was releasing hours and hours of quality music on mixtapes and even non-mixtape leftovers. he was just so good during this period, his post prison stuff was good but this stuff was so good. Everybody looking the album was good and his other artists like Scarr, Foogiano, Pooh had a chokehold later but this is from before.

gucci mane - world war 3 lean (activist fire)

gucci mane - trap god (get lost and more)

gucci mane - trap house 1-3 (bangers)

gucci mane - burrprint 2 (everybody lookin)

gucci - mr zone 6

gucci - return of mr zone 6

trap god 2 is pretty good too

2 chainz - TRU Realigion

also his RIP pimp C song was great too

rich homie quan - i promise i will never stop goin in

rich homie quan - still goin in (influential) probably one of my fav mixtapes right here 5 stars easily, investments and type of way omg

young thug - slime season 1+2

young thug - slime season 3 (5stars) come on man this is so amazing

young thug - jeffery 5stars (the 2016 young thug had was like future's 2015 with ds2 and what a time, just fucking insane, maybe even better) five stars for both, two five star tapes same year. right in sequence. melodies insane

gunna - drip season 3 (top off goddamn goat song) jeezy - trap or die jeezy - gangsta party lil wayne could prob make 1 fire dedication tape from the 3 good songs off each of the first 5 dedication tapes wayne - no ceilings yung lean - unknown death 2002 (influential) yelawolf - trunk muzik 50 cent - 50 cent is the future 50 cent - guess who's back dipset - the diplomats vol 1 (influential) tyler - bastard (these were mixtapes bc i got them for free on datpiff, f you) earl - earl (these were mixtapes bc i got them for free on datpiff odd future - radical dj esco - 56 nights dj esco - ET 21 savage - savage mode 21 savage - slaughter king lil b - lots of them: evil red flame, everything based, white flame, i'm thraxx, rain in england [lmfao] god's father i own swag he invented swag, being based, all his digital drip shit was really valuable at the time, best stuff: his 6 kiss album and the song "i'm god" pretty bitch, wonton soup, obviously most of the pack songs, suck my dick hoe, charlie sheen,fuck kevin durant lol

the pack - skateboards 2 scrapers (super classic songs) *

future - beast mode

future - purple reign

future - astronaut status

uzi - perfect love tape uzi - luv is rage 2 future - astronaut status

bankroll fresh - life of a hotboy 2

kevin gates - luca brasi 2 (5stars might be my fav mixtape ever, so consistent so many bangers so much good singing and rapping on this one) kevin gates - luca brasi 1 kevin gates - by any means (****) peewee longway - blue mnm 3 (rerocc is an ultimate fire song) lil bibby - free crack 2

doe b - baby jesus one of my lw sleepers of all time just pure fire. hit you with that thunder, ibaka. god flow is a heater. members only. i was listening to this for days.

kodak black - lil big pac (this one is a super banger 5 stars) vibin in this bih omg, so many heaters on here

chief keef prob the 2nd most influential of this era maybe most influential, him, lil b, migos all way up there. lil b changed the marketing self promotion video making social media game forever and chief keef changed the sound, the stories behind the music and kind of changed the mold in rap from pro wrestling to real fighting with regards to gang politics.

chief keef - back from the dead 1+2 (influential) chief keef - bang chief keef - finally rich (an album but like mannnnn so good, some trash songs tho with the classics) ****

playboi carti - playboi carti lil ugly mane - mista thug isolation (influential) juicy j - blue dream and lean doughboyz cashout - they have so many good mixtapes spaceghostpurrp - blackland radio 666 (influential) dom kennedy - yellow album (my type of party) young dolph had a bunch….east atlanta memphis, rich crack baby…my favs from him thinking out loud/bulletproof/rich slave are not mixtapes though OG Ron C - Fuck Action Series (all screwed bangers, my favs) Chamillionaire DJ Screw Michael Watts Paul Wall Slim Thug ESG Ferrari boyz was an album but i liked it as a mixtape better lol Not My Bag but generally accepted: wiz khalifa - kush and oj (not a fan but Never Been is groundbreaking af, also ink my whole body is a sick ass classic from another tape) acid rap, das racist (pizza hut taco bell is classic), joe budden mood muziks, clipse - we got it 4 cheap (not a personal banger but a lot of ppl like all 3), jay z - s carter, j cole - friday night lights, joey badass - 1999 flatbush zombies first big tape around 2011 mac miller - kids older DJs and tapes (you can just look up their name and try out any of their shit honestly, very historical shit) Tony Touch - Piecemaker series (all of them are great old school NY jams highly highly recommend) DJ Kay Slay - Streetsweeper series (all time classics really) --i think he had papoose, saigon, grafh, those type of rappers but they did do that paul wall song with papoose and alphabetical slaughter which were good DJ Whoo Kid Mr Cee's biggie mixtape Green Lantern (meh) Flex/Fatman Scoop were important but i dont remember bangers mostly like TV show/media DJs.

--i used to get all my culture from datpiff, livemixtapes, worldstar, worldstar youtube, youtube, soundcloud…good sources. and the record stores and random shit

Soundcloud Era mixtapes are diff but idk… 6ix9ine - day 69 (just too influential to not have, music was not that bad) Lil Pump Xxxtentacion Lil Peep $uicideboy$ Denzel Curry Trippe Redd Juice Wrld Lil Yachty Playboi Carti Lil Uzi Vert Wifisfuneral Xavier Wulf Lil Skies Smokepurpp $not Ski Mask Bones chris travis starfoxlaflare idk lol suicideboys, pouya, fat nick,ramirez weiland - packrunner (weiland taught yeat how to record and is more influential than his music is fire but he has some fire like money fetish with yeat and this one is good too for plug stuff) father - whos gonna get fucked first lil mosey kinda counts too, Northsbest is just still a classic lw shoreline mafia ---- the newer mixtape guys like flint crew with Rio, YN Jay or the BlueBucksClan/Drakeo/03 Greedo etc idk if they count but goddamn they make BANGERS, I kinda cut the shit off around 2015 where the distinction between mixtape/album really stopped overall. Some of the shit is after though, it just depends. Houdini from Toronto had a crazy mixtape too…

i think when u put it all together chief keef, lil b, migos, gucci mane, rich homie, young thug so influential and if there was 1 rapper who could have been way more than what he was it might have been Doe B. i think krit and gates prob had the best shit too.

#rapmusic #mixtape #history

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honeypiehotchner · 2 years

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you look stupid (Gibbs x Fem!Reader) — one shot

Uhm…hi :) I’ve been watching NCIS a lot lately and Gibbs does something to me soooooo here’s this. Purely for my own entertainment, but I thought I’d share. ALSO! I don’t think it’ll be a series like a novel with a plot, but I might be doing a series of one shots with these two. Because this was SO fun to write (also it’s like 4.2k words mwah)

Warnings: bickering like a damn married couple, SMUT!, fingering, orgasm denial, semi-public, just in general Gibbs being sexy

Prompt: that one tumblr post that goes “you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid”

In all the years Ducky has worked with Gibbs, he has never known someone to piss Gibbs off as much as you do.

In all the years that you have been in the workforce, you’ve never had a boss that pisses you off as much as Gibbs does.

It’s a delicate balance, you think. He calls you a pain in his ass; you call him a bastard. You can’t think of one day where the two of you didn’t scream at each other until you got it out of your systems.

You still remember the first day McGee walked in on you fighting with Gibbs. Tony was at his desk, stuffing his face, per usual, completely oblivious to the empty paper coffee cups you were throwing at Gibbs’s head.

“Your aim is shit, L/N!” Gibbs yelled after he easily dodged the last one.

“Bite me!” You threw a pen at his head that time. It hit his forehead (sideways, thankfully) and bounced onto his desk.

McGee was frozen. He thought, any second, Gibbs was going to pull a gun on you and shoot you dead in the middle of NCIS.

But instead, Gibbs grinned. “Now that was a good shot.”

You gave him the middle finger in response.

McGee looked at Tony, and Tony only shook his head. “You have to let ‘em get it out,” Tony said.

“Where’s my list, Tony?” Gibbs called from his desk, clearly unamused that Tony thought he had downtime while the two of you argued.

Tony dropped the magazine quickly. “Coming, boss.”

“McGee,” Gibbs stared. “Do you want an invitation to your desk?”

“No,” McGee said quickly. “No, boss.” He scampers off to his seat.

“I have something,” you mutter.

“Do you now?” Gibbs turned toward you. “What is it?”

“You need a haircut,” you muttered, snatching a file off your desk. You nearly threw it at Gibbs, saying, “I’m getting lunch.”

McGee doesn’t remember when he was more shocked. Before you left with the arguing, or after you returned from lunch with a coffee and a cookie — for Gibbs.

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Ever since you started at NCIS, that is how it has been.

You don’t know when the switch flipped, all you know is that now, arguing with Gibbs doesn’t ‘blow off steam’ like it used to. You don’t feel better after it, and it doesn’t feel like an inside joke anymore. It feels real.

And that bothers you.

It bothers you especially because the heat is all coming from him. You noticed it when he threatened to fire you two days ago. Despite all the arguments, he’s never done that. Not once. Not to you.

But he seemed serious when he said it. So serious that you backed off immediately, genuinely worried for your job’s safety.

After a few days, though, it’s really starting to piss you off.

“Abby, I don’t know what it is,” you sigh. “But I’m ready to rip his head off. For real this time.”

“I don’t know why you wouldn’t be,” Abby shrugs. “Gibbs pisses me off sometimes, too.”

“This is different, though,” you murmur. “I can tell. It’s like he’s seriously mad at me, but I— I don’t know why.”

“Why don’t you ask him?”

“No, if I do that then I’ll get some Marine lecture about insecurity and honestly, I’m not in the mood for that today.”

“Yeah,” Abby frowns. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry about what?” Gibbs announces himself in his usual way: by being nosy.

“That Y/N has to…” Abby looks at you for help.

“That I have a date tonight,” you cover. “A blind one. Friend set me up. They’re never fun. You know how it is.”

Gibbs’s expression is unreadable, even to you, and that’s troublesome.

“You’re talking about blind dates,” he says, taking a step closer to you, “when we have a dead Marine?”

“He’s not gonna get any deader,” you shrug. And you were helping Abby with some of the evidence while Tony and McGee were out interviewing.

Gibbs takes another step. “You think this is funny?” And another. His nose might as well be touching yours now.

“I think,” you pause, rummaging through your jacket pocket for a moment before you find what you’re looking for. “You need a mint.” In one swift motion, you’re popping a breath mint into Gibbs’s mouth, patting him on the cheek once its in. “Better.”

Instead of spitting it back out at you, like you expected him to do, he tongues it over to his cheek. “Are you done?”

“Depends,” you say. “How long are you going to stand there until you remember this tactic doesn’t work on me?”

It’s a joke, truly. You had told him once that the last time a man got that close to your face, he kissed you. You had this shit-eating grin on your face when you told him, too. Gibbs took it as a note to never get in your face the way he does with Tony and McGee.

Except today, apparently.

Reluctantly, though, Gibbs concedes, and steps away from you.

“I’ll be at my desk,” you smirk, walking past him. “Bye Abby.” She waves to you with a smile that turns into a frown when Gibbs scoffs.

“That’s where you should be anyway,” Gibbs calls out.

You throw him two middle fingers before you disappear.

Once you’re gone, Gibbs turns to Abby. “What have you got, Abs?”

Abby grins, staring at him with two raised eyebrows, tapping her toe against the floor.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she says. “I just don’t think green is your color, Gibbs.”

He knows exactly what she’s getting at, but he doesn’t reply.

+++

This continues for another week, and it gets worse.

Gibbs puts you with Tony every chance he can get, even though he knows the work takes twice as long when the two of you are paired. He makes you stay at the office with Abby while everyone else goes out. You’re barely around Gibbs for more than three minutes before he’s making some excuse to go somewhere else, to talk to some random person — clearly to be anywhere except beside you.

It’s exhausting, at this point. You’re ready to give up.

You have, honestly. You’ve stopped trying to talk to him. You stopped wishing him a good morning or night a few days ago. You’ve even stopped telling him when you’re going to get lunch, so when you disappear, he has to ask McGee or Tony where you went.

Every single time, McGee and Tony share looks before saying, “Lunch, boss.”

Gibbs doesn’t know why, but every single time he realizes you’ve left without saying anything, it hurts.

You don’t even bring him coffee anymore.

“Tony, McGee, I want you both to go talk to our Marine’s parents,” Gibbs orders. “They had something to do with his disappearance, even if they don’t want to admit it. One of you, talk to them. The other, start snooping.”

You’re sitting at your desk, quietly mulling over the Marine’s file, and waiting for Gibbs to bark some order at you. Or, if he’s keeping up his act, he won’t speak one word to you since he’s already given you one order for the afternoon — and you’ve yet to complete it.

You almost want to make a bet with yourself about which it’ll be.

“Do you want coffee?”

You keep reading, not even sure if the question is directed at you.

“L/N,” Gibbs says. “I asked if you wanted coffee.”

Looking up from the file, you shake your head. “No thanks.” And you go back to the Marine’s background.

Gibbs sighs. You’re like him: you never turn down coffee.

You hear his chair squeak as he gets up, his footsteps against the carpet as he walks toward your desk. And then the file is plucked from your hands.

“Gibbs,” you mutter. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Don’t care,” he replies, closing the folder and tossing it on his desk. “Up. We’re getting coffee.”

“I said no thank you.”

“And I said, get up.”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your anger that is already boiling. “No.”

Gibbs tries to control his face. “Agent L/N, if I have to drag you into that elevator, I will. It was not a suggestion. It was an order. Up.”

With a huff, you stand, walking around your desk and past Gibbs, knocking your shoulder against his on the way.

He’s ready to throttle you just for that, but he doesn’t.

You wait by the elevator with crossed arms. He presses the down arrow and waits, silently.

The doors open and you step inside first, grinding your teeth to keep from yelling at him. He steps in after you. A few seconds after the doors close and the elevator starts moving, he flips the emergency switch.

“Here we fucking go,” you roll your eyes, not caring about being polite anymore since he clearly isn’t going to either.

“Do you have a problem, L/N?”

“Do you, sir?”

Gibbs pauses. You only use ‘sir’ when you’re beyond pissed at him. You’ve only used it once before.

“I have a problem with your tone,” he says evenly. “What’s gotten into you?”

“What’s gotten into you?” You turn your body to face him. “You’ve been ignoring me for a week, you’ll barely look at me, and you leave the room every time I walk in. What the fuck is wrong with you, Gibbs?”

“I’m your boss, Y/N, I’m not supposed to be your friend.”

“But you are!” you yell. “You are and it sucks because right now I just want my best friend back! But he seems to have his head shoved too far up his ass to even give a damn.”

“And mine has been acting like something crawled up her ass and died for as long as I can remember!”

“Because you piss me off!”

“I’m a bastard! What else do you expect from me?”

“To man up and stop acting like you don’t want to kiss me!”

Gibbs scoffs, looking away from you. “Oh, please.”

“You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid, Gibbs,” you say with no remorse. Because it’s true. And it’s about time he owns up to it.

“Do I?” He steps closer to you, backing you into the railing of the elevator.

“I think you do,” you reply, tilting your head back to meet his eyes, and to put your lips even closer to his than they were. One more step and he’d be all but kissing you.

“I think you’re forgetting Rule 12.”

“Rule 12 is the most bullshit rule you have,” you mutter. “Especially when you’re one inch away from fucking me right now.”

“You have no idea the things I’d do to you.”

“Try me.”

He thinks about it for a moment, smirks, then steps away from you.

You scoff. “Just as I expected.”

Gibbs flips the emergency switch with a laugh. “And what did you expect, L/N?”

“That you wouldn’t be man enough to do something about it,” you shrug. “Looks like I’ll agree to that blind date I have tonight. He might be nice. Maybe better than the last one. I could invite him back to my place—”

Before you have a chance to even think about continuing, Gibbs has flipped the emergency switch and slammed you against the wall of the elevator, both hands on either side of your shoulders, caging you in.

You smirk. “Problem, boss?”

“You have such a smart mouth you should consider yourself lucky that we have a missing Marine. Because if we didn’t have a job to do, Agent L/N, I’d fuck you right here in this elevator so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk out of it.”

Your eyes almost glow with lust. “Is that a promise?”

He stares you down, not blinking or moving.

Rolling your eyes, you finally take matters into your own hands and push your face forward, connecting your lips.

Gibbs is stunned for a moment, feeling your lips against his, and then he’s ravenous. You’ve pissed him off beyond belief, and he’s going to make you pay for it. Quickly.

Instead of teasing your lips with his tongue, he bites your lower lip, forcing you to gasp, and his tongue pushes between your lips with ease. Without looking, because he doesn’t need to, he unbuttons your pants, yanking the zipper down, and maneuvering his hand inside, only to be met with nothing.

You’re naked underneath these pants.

You smirk when you feel him falter. “What?” you murmur against his lips. “It’s laundry da—Ah!” The sneaky bastard.

“What?” he mocks you, smirking against your cheek, nipping at your earlobe while his index finger massages your walls. “I thought this was what you wanted, huh?”

You whine loudly and he shushes you, putting his other hand over your mouth.

“You’re going to cum all over my hand, and you’re going to make it quick.”

You nod dumbly, hips jerking against his movements, gasping when he adds a second finger.

“You’ve got two minutes,” he says. “Starting now. You either cum in two minutes or you don’t. Your choice.”

You’ve cum in less time, so you don’t see it as a challenge, especially not when it’s Gibbs who has his fingers buried in you, his body pressed against yours, whispering dirty things in your ear.

But two minutes pass quicker than you expect them to. Gibbs can feel your walls beginning to spasm, but the seconds are running out.

“Times up,” he says, pulling his fingers from your heat. He watches you, your eyes closed, standing right on the edge, but unable to go over it now that he’s left you. You look like a painting, mouth open, sweat glistening on your neck.

“Gibbs…” you murmur, nearly whine, opening your eyes when he only hums in response because he has his fingers in his mouth, tasting you.

He reaches behind him and flicks the emergency switch, causing you to scramble, your trembling hands fumbling with your pants. He swats your hands away gently, zipping you up. For someone who just fucked you with that hand, it’s incredibly steady.

“There,” he whispers. He kisses your forehead gently, hands resting on your shoulders. “I’m sorry I’ve been more of a bastard than usual lately.”

“You’re forgiven,” you smirk, “on one condition.”

He already knows what you mean. “Later,” he says.

The elevator dings and your eyes widen, wondering why Gibbs isn’t moving. The second these doors open, whoever is standing there will know. God forbid if Tony and McGee are back and standing there—

But Gibbs sent the elevator to Autopsy, and outside stands only Ducky, hat on his head and coat over his arm. It must be his lunch time.

Ducky smiles knowingly, looking between the two of you. “It’s about time, Jethro.”

Gibbs shakes his head, waving the doctor inside. “Thanks, Duck.”

Happily, Ducky steps inside, standing next to you. He nudges your arm gently. “I tried to get him to come to his senses months ago, Y/N. I’m truly sorry it took him so long.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it, Ducky,” you nudge him back. “It’s not your fault he’s a bastard.”

You and Gibbs share a look, and he raises his eyebrows at you, letting you know you’ll be paying for that later, too.

+++

Once the Marine is found — alive and well, though his career in the Navy won’t be any more — Gibbs doesn’t have to ask twice if you want to crash at his place.

Tony and McGee are long gone, not having to be asked twice about going home, either. But you stayed back a little at the office, waiting Gibbs out, wondering what it’ll be.

Eventually, he came over to your desk, turning off your lamp. You looked up at him with a tired smile. He nodded his head, said, “Come on,” and that was all it took.

Late at night, NCIS is barren, so Gibbs holds your hand as you walk out to his truck. Like a true gentleman, he opens the door for you and shuts it.

The ride to his place is quiet, but once you’re there, it all starts again.

“I can’t believe you talked to Ducky about me.”

Gibbs scoffs, tossing his keys on the counter. “I had to. Do you have any idea how hard you are to figure out?”

“Back at you,” you snicker, kicking your shoes off by the couch. “Abby has heard plenty about you pissing me off. I thought our bickering was a joke!”

“It is!”

“Until you threatened to fire me!”

“Because instead of doing your job, you talked about dating—”

You snap your fingers. “There it is.”

“There what is?”

“Your jealousy is showing, Gibbs. This is what I mean: you look stupid.”

“I look stupid, huh?” he fires back, once again getting right in your face. “Sweetheart, you have no idea how stupid you’re about to look.”

“Fucking try me.”

“Oh, believe me,” he grins, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I will.”

Before you have a chance to figure out what he’s doing, he’s already done it.

“Gibbs!” you squeal, beating your fists on his back. “Seriously?!”

He literally threw you over his shoulder, and now he’s carrying you to his bedroom. Like a sack of potatoes.

“I think I kinda like this view,” he muses, smacking your ass, earning another squeal from you.

“Bastard,” you chuckle, poking his sides.

“That is what they call me.” You can hear his grin.

Once inside his bedroom, he sets you down, grinning even wider when you glare at him.

“I could’ve walked.”

“Ah,” he shakes his head, pulling you back into his arms. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Damn him, you think. Damn him for being this good.

“Now,” he says softly, one hand cupping your cheek. “Where did we leave off?”

“You leaving me hanging,” you pout. “Your stupid two minutes.”

“We have all night tonight,” he says, but it sounds more like a warning. “I’m sure I can fix that.”

“You better.”

Clothes come off randomly, in between heated kisses and muttering from the both of you. Even making out can’t stop you both from bickering.

“Really?” Gibbs says disbelieving. “It’s laundry day, but you have a bra on?”

“Would you like my nipples to be out at work?”

He raises his eyebrows, no doubt considering it for a moment.

“Around Tony?” you add and immediately, Gibbs shakes his head. “That’s what I thought.”

Gibbs glares before unclipping your bra with ease, tossing it onto his dresser — definitely on purpose. You don’t know if you’ll be getting that back.

Left only in his underwear, you tug at the elastic and he kicks them off, now both of you bare, no more barriers between the two of you.

Carefully, he lays you down on his bed, making sure you’re comfortable against the pillows. He takes his time, kissing all over your face, then your neck, nipping and sucking and leaving marks that you’ll scold him for in the morning. But right now, it’s Heaven.

He begins to kiss down your body, to your chest, but you start to whine, clawing at his shoulders.

“What?”

“I want you inside of me,” you whisper. “Please. Now.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he smirks.

He crawls back up the bed, slotting his body in between your legs. Instinctively, you wrap them around his hips, hooking your heels together at the small of his back, pulling him closer.

“We’ve got all night,” he reminds you, kissing you all over, sensing how eager you are.

“I know,” you smile, running your fingers through his hair. “But I want you now.”

He decides not to tease you any longer, reaching down to guide his head inside of you. You both gasp when he slides in all the way, and you roll your hips immediately, wanting more already.

“Patience,” he warns. “I’m taking my time with you.”

And he does.

He starts out slow, barely pulling out at all before moving back in, rolling his hips against yours, savoring this feeling. He speeds up when he feels your walls beginning to convulse around him, unable to hold himself back from slamming into you.

“Gibbs,” you breathe, nails clawing at his head.

“Jethro,” he corrects lightly.

“Jethro,” you repeat, whimpering when he begins to slam into you with no mercy. “Oh my god, Jeth— Ah! I’m gonna cum—”

“Good,” he growls, moving his lips back to your neck, burying his face there. “Do it.”

A few more thrusts and you’re gone, tensing and trembling in his arms, crying out into his ear. The feeling is godly to him, and he knows he won’t last much longer.

“I need to pull out,” he warns, voice low.

You tighten your legs around him, pressing on the back of his neck, keeping him pinned right where he is. “Don’t you dare.”

You feel him grin into your neck and then he groans, lifting his head to kiss you, his tongue pushing past your lips with ease. He swallows your moans, relishing in the feeling of your walls already beginning to pulse around him again.

The second time you cum, the feeling makes him lose his bearings, and then he’s pounding into you, filling you with his load. When you feel him twitch inside of you, it’s like your orgasm doubles in size, and you’re clinging to him like you’ll float away if you don’t.

Gibbs puts nearly all of his weight on you, holding you down, holding him inside of you as he pants in your ear.

“Shit,” he mutters. “What are you doin’ to me?”

Chuckling, you pull him in for another kiss.

+++

After rolling around in the sheets some more, the two of you take a shower, and then crawl back in bed.

But you can’t sleep. You’re thinking about anything and everything, and it seems like Gibbs is, too.

A lot of what you’re thinking about, you don’t even know if it’s worth bringing up. Or if it doesn’t need to be brought up tonight, if it can be dealt with later. If you want to deal with it later.

“Are you awake?” he asks.

“Yeah.” You roll over and face him, loving the way he looks in the moonlight. “Can’t sleep?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna go work on the boat?”

His eyes light up. “Really?”

“I’ll get the coffee,” you grin, tossing the covers off of your body.

Gibbs meets you at the doorway, pulling you in by your hips, kissing you deeply. You almost think he’s going to take you back to bed before he pulls away, just staring into your eyes.

“What?” you whisper.

He shakes his head. “You know I don’t want this to be a one-night-only thing, right?”

Relief floods your body. “Me either,” you murmur. “I want it to be more.”

“I’m not good at marriage,” he blurts, like he needed to get it off his chest.

“Well, I know that,” you grin, patting his chest lightly. He laughs. “It’s a good thing I’m not the marrying type.”

He can’t help but kiss you again. All this time, he’s been holding back, because there’s been this voice in his head, telling him you’d want a husband. You’re younger, you’re beautiful, why wouldn’t you?

But then he thinks, you’re young, you’re beautiful, why would you?

“I decided a long time ago that marriage isn’t for me, Jethro,” you continue, wanting him to know the full truth, right now. “So you don’t need to worry about that.”

“Yes ma’am,” he smiles.

“So are we good, then?”

“We’re good,” he nods. “We’re good. Still wanna work on that boat?”

“You mean do I still want to watch you work on a boat? Absolutely. You probably look sexy as hell.”

“I’ll teach you a few things,” he says with a smirk.

You return the expression. “I’m sure you will.”

+++

At work the next week, Tony catches you and Gibbs walking in together, clearly having spent the night together as well. He says nothing when Gibbs is around (of course), but the second he leaves, Tony is nosy as hell.

“Something to share, Y/N?”

“Nope,” you shake your head, logging onto your computer. “You got something to say?”

Tony narrows his eyes. “You came in with Gibbs.”

“We got here at the same time,” you shrug. “Happened to get to the elevator at the same time. It happens.”

“What happens?” Gibbs asks, sneaking up on Tony like always.

“Nothing, boss,” Tony straightens up. “How’s your coffee?”

Gibbs stares at Tony.

“Right,” Tony heads back to his desk quickly.

You share a smile with Gibbs, deciding to keep up appearances as usual. “What? No coffee for me?”

“Get your own, Agent L/N,” he says, sending you a wink.

When you get up to do just that an hour later, Gibbs meets you in the elevator.

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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 11 months

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I Love You

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 1149

Warning: Mild language, fluff, flashback, angst…

Prompt: You are planning to leave to New Orleans after Gibbs says you both couldn’t continue what was going on. However, your plan doesn’t seem to go through…

Y/N's POV

I hurry inside my house and start up the stairs before stopping. I just realized my door was unlocked and the lights were on. However, my gut didn't have a bad feeling.

So, I slowly descend down the stairs and look into the living room where Jethro was sat and nursing a glass of bourbon. I sigh, running a hand through my hair. I was anticipating that I would be gone before any of them found out I was leaving.

"You seem to be in a hurry." He says, his blue eyes slowly roaming over me.

I hated when he did that. I hated how a simple look from him made me so weak in the knees. I hated how much I missed us even if it wasn't exactly what I wanted. I hated how much I loved him.

For six years, I hoped that he'd come around to the idea of a relationship. Instead, for six years we've had sex any given moment we could. I practically lived at his house until about three months ago when he said this had to stop.

I was buttoning up my blouse, knowing not to overstay. I could feel his eyes on me and I tried to ignore them. But, I loved when his eyes were on me.

"Y/N." He says.

I turn around and face him. He was sitting up in the bed now, the sheets covering his lower half. My eyes meet his and I try to ignore the stinging at the back of my eyes. I knew what was going to happen. I knew what he was going to say.

"No. Don't say it, Jethro." I whisper.

"You have feelings and how are you ever going to get over them if we keep doing this? We need to stop. You need to move on. I have rule twelve in place for a reason. I really don't want to lose you as a friend or a co-worker." He says.

"Jethro...I don't understand how you were able to push your feelings away!" I say upset.

"We can't keep doing this. We have to stop." He says, completely ignoring what I just said.

"Fine. Have it your way, Gibbs." I say.

I didn't miss the flash of hurt in his eyes. He hated when I called him Gibbs, he's mentioned it a lot. He prefers Jethro or even baby time to time. I gather my stuff, ignoring his whisper out to me as I leave the bedroom. I wipe away a tear that falls down my cheek and hurry out of his home.

"Gibbs, what are you doing here?" I ask, leaning against the doorframe.

"You tell me." He says, tilting his head slightly as he studies me.

"I don't owe you an explanation." I say.

"Actually, you do." He says, his voice hardening.

"Do I? You were my boss. That's it. I'm leaving. It's my decision, not yours." I say firmly.

My chest clenches as one thing repeats in my head.

Lies.

I hated that I was leaving behind everything that I've come to love here. Not to mention this is the only place that's ever felt like home.

"You do owe me an explanation. If anyone got a goodbye, I deserve that goodbye. You're not leaving though." He says.

"I can't do this with you. I'm tired of this game your playing. For six years we slept together and I had hopes that maybe you'd come to term with your feelings. Instead, you cut it off. You want me to move on, Gibbs? I can't do that here with you. No matter how many dates I go on, they'll never be you. As long as I'm here, I won't be able to get over you. I need to leave. It's not fair that I'm tearing myself apart while your so easily able to hide your feelings as if you never had them. And maybe you didn't. Maybe you lied." I say.

"Have I ever lied to you before, Y/N?" He asks.

"When you said you couldn't be in a relationship because of rule twelve...you lied. I know you and I know when you lie. You lied straight to my damn face. It's not because of rule twelve. It's because your scared you bastard." I snap.

"I've got nothing to be scared of." He grunts.

"Gibbs, leave. I need to finish packing. My flight leaves tomorrow." I say.

"You're not leaving." He says, setting the glass down as he stands.

"I am." I say, moving towards the front door as he walks towards me.

I open it, looking at him as I motion him out. He looks at me, stepping closer as he pushes the door shut. I glare up at him and he pushes me against the door.

"Gibbs, leave." I say.

"Jethro...call me Jethro." He murmurs.

"No! We. Are. Done! You made that clear. Now leave!" I exclaim.

"No. I'm staying and so are you. I told Vance you changed your mind. He pulled the papers so you aren't going to New Orleans. I had McGee hack into the air flight system and get you a refund. There is no flight tomorrow. I couldn't stop anything about you selling the house, so you'll stay with me. But, I was able to have the landlord of your almost apartment in New Orleans, to get rid of the contract." He says.

"What have you done!? Why can't you let me be happy? I'm trying Gibbs! You told me to move on and when I try, you have to ruin it!" I shout.

"I saw that email and realized that I love you and I'd be damned if I let you leave." He says.

"I-I...what?" I whisper.

"I love you." He says.

"Jethro." I whisper and his lips quirk up.

"Y/N." He murmurs.

"Stop it." I whisper, looking away as I try to push him away.

He doesn't budge. He keeps me against the door, our chests pressed against each other and his hands rested on either side of my head as he stared down at me.

"I love you." He whispers.

I look at him again, looking for some sign of deception. This felt like a trick. A trick to keep me here. But, Jethro doesn’t lie...he doesn't trick and I could read him better than anyone else. So, there I stood looking into the blue eyes that only shone with honesty and love.

"God! Your such a bastard!" I snarl and he chuckles, kissing me roughly.

My hands find his hair, tugging on it softly and he grunts against my lips, deepening the kiss as he presses himself further against me.

He pulls away, looking down at me with those intense blue eyes that were now shades darker.

"Get your stuff, your coming home." He murmurs.

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dwaynepride · 3 years

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how ncis characters act when they’re jealous:

characters: leroy jethro gibbs, dwayne pride, tony dinozzo, chris lasalle, tim mcgee, tammy gregorio, nick torres, sebastian lund

a/n: might make a part two with more characters if i get the inspo

leroy jethro gibbs: he wouldn’t realize it was jealousy until somebody points it out. he’s usually wearing this stern look with hard eyes so jethro’s jealousy takes the form of not talking at all. and lots of staring. he would internalize his behavior as being concerned for you, or something not feeling right deep in his gut. and the guy who’s taking up so much of your attention will forever be an annoyance to gibbs.

jethro doesn’t interfere, though. not unless he feels like he has to - until then, gibbs will likely just sulk in the corner until you were free. but you can really start to feel his jealousy once you’re at his side again and he’s barely saying two words to you and still glaring at the annoying bastard. if you ask him what’s wrong, he’ll say it’s nothing. and later, when you both are alone, that’s when he reflects and feels like a stupid ass for acting the way he did.

dwayne pride: honestly, he gets a Kicked Puppy Vibe whenever he’s feeling jealousy. dwayne is a very sensitive person and he feels the loss of your presence like the sunshine hiding behind a cloud. he’ll try to ignore that twisted up feeling in his stomach and go on to enjoy the night, but dwayne always finds you in the crowd. always huffs a little when he sees you with someone else. always reins himself in from stealing your attention away.

later on, his affection is amped up to the max. dwayne will absolutely shine under your attention, and he’ll honestly get a bit clingy for the rest of the night. of course, he knows himself well enough to know what he’s doing. he feels a little embarrassed by it. so maybe some of the kisses he gives you is his secret way of apologizing.

tony dinozzo: he doesn’t get jealous. not at all. why should tony care if this loser keeps making you laugh so fucking hard at jokes that aren’t even funny? he only steps in because this other guy is so wildly unfunny that tony is afraid you might just die of boredom, and as you know so well, tony is a pretty heroic guy. it’s his job to take you far, far away from the asshole who was starting to stand just a little too close.

tony couldn’t hide his jealousy to save his own life. he likes to believe he’s suave and cunning and doesn’t let things get to him. and maybe that’s true for most things. but just as soon as he gets you alone, tony has this primal need to pull you in close and remind you what’s what. he doesn’t like to think of it as proving himself, but the marks on your neck prove differently…

chris lasalle: very little truly gets under christopher’s skin, and jealousy isn’t one of them. sure, he likes your attention, but chris is also very secure in the relationship. it’s kinda hard to feel threatened when he’s the one who lead you into the party, arm over your shoulders, showing you off and giving lots of kisses and doesn’t really give a fuck who sees. he might even revel in the fact that onlookers start to feel a little jealous of him.

if there’s any jealousy to be had, it’s toward your glass because your hands and mouth are all over it, instead of him. it’s toward the music itself for making you move so fluidly and sexy. it’s toward the liquor for putting that big grin on your face when chris should be doing that himself. he does later, rest assured. makes dumb jokes when his hands are all over your body, and he has nothing left to be jealous over.

tim mcgee: if jealousy could be adorable, it would be on tim. he’s prone to self-consciousness and self-doubt, and that would all come out whenever his position with you feels threatened. he loves and trusts you explicitly - it’s just his own dumb head making up crazy thoughts that you’ll find somebody better than him and tim works himself into a frenzy and he ends up embarrassing himself in front of you in some way or another.

at home, tim just apologizes. stutters his excuses with pink cheeks and shaky fingers. it won’t be until a while into the relationship when he’s more confident and self-assured. but until then, sometimes you just gotta wrap your arms around him and hold him tight and let him figure out for himself that you really do love him - even when you can hear abby reassuring him from across the room.

tammy gregorio: when she’s feeling jealous, it’s going to be loud and it’s going to be obvious. tammy will deny it, of course. insist she isn’t the jealous type and that she’s got more self-respect than that. but she’s not the only eagle-eyed person on the team - you can always see her watching you from across the room if somebody’s getting a little too friendly. she’ll tell you over and over she doesn’t feel threatened, but it’s always proven wrong when tammy always subtly puts herself between you and some slimy asshole.

even if you call her out on it later, she wouldn’t really care. in fact, tammy will probably turn it around on you, somehow - ask why you were paying so much attention to how she reacted. did you want her to get jealous? do you think it’s hot when tammy intervenes and puts on her Scary Agent Face? you’ll say no, of course. but she’s a profiler.

nick torres: this man is an opportunist. that’s how he lived as an undercover agent, and that bleeds into his normal life. nick will take the hot, twisted jealousy he’s feeling and turn it into something he can really enjoy. this means coming up to you, grinning at the guy who’s been chatting you up, and really laying it on thick. kissing you, touching you, making sly little comments. nick is also really good at insulting people without actually saying anything rude (which he does.)

nick will act all innocent at home when you confront him. he’ll tell you that he just likes showing his girl off because you’re too fucking cute. but that act doesn’t hold up for very long, and nick just kinda ends up insulting the guy some more by saying he was an idiot and didn’t deserve you and he kinda smelled anyway so why would you ever give him the time of day?

sebastian lund: a man who’s in touch with his feelings knows when he’s feeling jealous, and it just makes sebastian feel guilty. he trusts you more than he trusts anybody else, and he knows you wouldn’t do anything - still, sebastian just gets this unfamiliar tightness in this stomach when he hears you laugh across the room and it wasn’t him you were laughing at. he’ll push it down and try to act nonchalant and like he doesn’t notice you. it doesn’t work. everybody on the team picks up on it and they just look sympathetic.

sebastian would get talkative at home. he can usually talk a lot on normal occasions, but now, he just feels like he wants to have your attention and rambling is the best way for him to do that. sebastian probably won’t even stop talking until you two lay in bed, and his words are stunted by a soft kiss. he’ll eventually feel better - at least until the next day when he’s teased about it.

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rose-edith · 2 years

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Heyyyy bestie can I have a dabble based on this pretty please xxx

Why yes, yes you can!

Gibbs drabble- punches a guy in the face:

The bastard absolutely had it coming to him. He just would NOT stop talking in a sexist, chauvinistic way. And Gibbs wasn’t having that. The silver fox of an agent could see how angry you were becoming.

“…and that’s why bitches like you shouldn’t be allowed to be another other than breedin…” the man’s rant was cut of swiftly, with a sickening, satisfying crunch of bone. He fell backwards with a cry of pain and alarm.

Jethro was breathing heavily as he recovered from the punch. His fist hurt. He shook it off, glowering, levelling a glare at the man that would make even a Drill Sergeant quake in their boots.

“Never talk about my Agent or any other woman like that ever again. Values like that have no place in a modern, civilised society.” He spat at him furiously, blue eyes flashing with malice that was in no way concealed. Jethro was disgusted.

The man went silent, bringing his hand up to his bloody- mostly likely broken- nose. His eyes were streaming with tears, though he wasn’t making a sound…well, no sound beyond laboured breathing.

“McGee,” Jethro turned to the man, “cuff him for resisting arrest. Give him a tissue to shove up his nostrils so he doesn’t get his weasel-like blood over the car.” Gibbs turned his back on the man that was sprawled across the floor. He let out a chuckle, the idiot had crumbled like a piece of paper, which had been immensely gratifying!

He turned to you and saw the remnants of fury in the blotches of colour on your cheeks, he could see the joy sparkling in your eyes and the awe that was curling your lip into a smirk. He gave you a wry grin.

“Really? That was necessary? You’d have had my ass if I had been the one to do that.” You say to him, a little cockily. You folded your arms across your chest, playing at annoyance.

“He was being a bastard.” Gibbs justified it. “Besides, he was clearly resisting arrest. It was reasonable force.” It wasn’t often that Jethro abused his power and authority, but now he was. For you- for women in their entirety.

It was hot. Your arms fell to your side and you were driven forwards by an invisible force!

So you kissed him! While McGee cuffed the guy- making sure the cuffs were ever so slightly too tight- you kissed Gibbs. Your arms wrapped themselves round his back, your lips hungrily, eagerly caressed his. He smiled against your lips, kissing you back- pushing his luck (and happily getting away with it) by sliding his tongue along your lips. You let him have what he wanted, the kiss was hot and intense, passionate…he tasted of bitter coffee and mint. You moaned into his mouth.

“Jethro…” you sighed against his lips as you pulled away. He just smirked, let his eyes flitter from your eyes to your mouth and back again. His hands curled into your hips as his lips landed back onto yours- he was feeling all fired up, and he needed to work it all out…fortunately you were more than happy to help him…

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years

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Can you write another/the following part of "Oh, you're jealous"?

This is going to become a smut series. There's so much more to come! 👀

Warnings: pure smut, dom!Gibbs, boobjob, fingering, bathroom sex, orgasm denial, anal talk

Tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @madamsnape921 @specialagentastra

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Yes, sir

You didn't stop the flirting, you actually increased it. Gibbs wasn't really jealous anymore, because he knew why you did it, but he'd play along. It would give him the right to punish you once he took you home and boy, did he have many ideas in mind.

He watched you dance with Tony. Your body was extremely close to his, he could see his Agent enjoying how your hips were swaying against his. It wasn't really fair for Tony, he clearly had a crush on you. But Gibbs also knew the man would have another crush by the following week.

When you walked to the counter to order another drink, you felt Gibbs's body pressing against yours. "You fucking brat." he growled in your ear, causing you to laugh. "After that drink, you're done. I want your head to be clear enough for what will happen when we get home."

"Who said I was coming home with you tonight?" you grabbed your drink that the bartender put in front of you and thanked him. You were discreetly grinding your ass against Gibbs's crotch and you could feel a consequent bulge in his pants. Before you could take a sip of your drink, he grabbed the glass from your hand, drank it all and took your hand in his.

Gibbs didn't care much if people saw the two of you entering the restroom. Actually, he hoped some people did. Especially men, that may think what a damn lucky bastard he was. Cause he fucking was.

He had a plan and he was going to stick with it. He pinned you against the wall and worked on your jeans. He didn't even bother to kiss you. "You're gonna regret everything you did tonight." He looked deep in your eyes, you were sure he could see your soul. You were pouting, waiting for a fierce kiss that never came.

Gibbs slid his hand into your panties and you jolted at the physical contact. "I hope DiNozzo didn't make you this wet." He said, with a husky voice and you shook your head no. "Tell me who's responsible for this." It was an order. You struggled to form words as he was rubbing your sensitive clit. "Y/N." He was still waiting. He wouldn't get further unless you talked.

"You-- That's all you." you finally said, throwing your head back against the wall. You tried to touch him, his arms, his chest, anything but he slapped your hands away.

"Don't make me handcuff you."

You had never been handcuff before and that idea did things to you. But maybe for another time, you weren't sure you could handle it right now. So, you inhaled intensely and kept your arms along your body.

As a reward, Gibbs entered a thick finger in your wet cunt, still rubbing your clit with his thumb. You moaned from the back of your throat and a smirk appeared on Gibbs's face, but you didn't see it as your eyes were closed.

You were so wet, he could easily entered another thick finger inside your core. "Fuck, Jethro--" you moaned and he took it as an invitation to go faster. "Yes! Right there, keep going!"

Gibbs fingerfucked you there in the bathroom of a bar. It didn't matter how loud you were, thanks to the music. He stared at you losing it under his touch and he loved every second of it.

You could feel an orgasm building inside your belly, you wrapped your hand against his wrist, digging your nails in his skin. When you were about to explode, Gibbs completely withdraw his hand from your panties and you let out a loud whine.

He smiled and sucked the fingers that was just inside you, tasting your essence. "I hate you." you complained. You wanted to beg him to keep going but it would be so easy.

"I told you, Y/N. This is just the beginning," he said, before closing the distance between your bodies. He kissed you intensely, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. "Until I say otherwise, you're not allow to touch yourself. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir." you swallowed thickly.

"Good girl." he smirked and kissed you again, before exiting the bathroom.

You went back to the dancefloor. An orgasm denial was new to you, and you could feel how sensitive you were just by dancing. You kept looking at Gibbs from the corner of your eyes. The man was sitting with Fornell, talking but he was staring at you all along. "Man, she's not going to disappear, you can stop looking at her."

"Jealous much, Fornell?" Gibbs teased him.

"Well, I do wish I had someone to take to the bathroom. Details?"

*****

The car ride to Gibbs's place felt like an eternity. Before he drove off, he ordered you to open your jeans and touched yourself just lightly. You weren't allow to enter a finger inside your wet cunt, just rubbing your clit. But you were oversensitive already, just waiting to explode. When Gibbs sensed that you were close to cum, he grabbed your wrist - not so gently - to make you stop immediately. You whined again and he laughed.

"Poor thing." he teased.

He held your hand in his, rubbing small circles on your knuckles with his thumb. It was such a tender gesture, it made your heart melt, momentarily forgetting your orgasm denial. "I love you, Jethro." you said, not being able to stop yourself.

Since it's one long seat in his truck, he used his free arm to pull you against him. He took his eyes off the road just enough to kiss your temple. "I love you, too, Y/N." he whispered.

*****

Once inside his house, you didn't waste anytime and jumped in his arms. He chuckled, before responding to your needy kiss.

It required a lot of self control for Gibbs not to fuck you senseless right here, right now. He wanted to make you cum hard on his cock, making you losing control under him but that wasn't the plan.

Still kissing you intensely, he took you to the bedroom. He threw you on the bed nonchalantly. "Strip." he ordered you.

You stood on the bed and undressed yourself right in front of him. He looked at you like a lion looking at its prey. You could feel yourself dripping between your legs. It would only take a bit of stimulation to make you cum hard.

When you were completely naked, Gibbs grabbed your ankles and flipped you on the bed. In a second, you were laying on your back and he pushed on your knees to spread your legs. Your pussy was shiny from wetness and he licked his lips.

He dived in and gently licked your sensitive clit. You jolted immediately and Gibbs smirked. He made himself comfortable between your legs and started to eat you like a starving man. He alternately licked and sucked hard on your clit before putting his tongue inside your core. He tried to push it as far as he could, fucking you with it.

You were completely worked up. Gibbs felt you tensing pretty quickly. "Absolutely delicious." he growled. He had only pulled away for a brief second to talk but you instantly bucked your hips, looking for friction. He chuckled, and buried his tongue inside you again.

"Yes, Jethro! Please, don't stop!" you moaned, ready to cum on his face.

But he pulled away. "Damn you, Gibbs!" you cried.

"You don't deserve to the relief yet. You spent the entire day making me jealous, remember?" He moved to get on top of you and kissed you deeply.

“I’d apologize but I know about Rule 6 and— I do not regret it.”

“You just postponed your relief.” You looked at him with questioning eyes, but he just smirked again.

Laying by your side, he explained the rules for the next days. First, he repeated what he said at the bar: you were not allow to touch yourself in his back. Then, he made sure you remembered the safe word. And he let you what he had planned: he was going to edge you for days, you would be begging him like you never begged before. Meanwhile, he’d use you when he wants, how he wants. “Are you okay with it?”

“Yes. God yes. Use me.” You kissed him. “I’m all yours.” You whispered.

“That’s my good girl.” He kissed you more passionately, grabbing your hips to put you on top of him. You could feel the bulge in his pants, his cock was waiting to be freed and taken care of.

Unfortunately, you may cum uncontrollably if he fucked you. He wanted it. He wanted to bury himself deep inside you and fill you up with his cum and then fucking his load back in you again. But that was too risky for the plan. Especially since you just agreed to it.

Gibbs had never done anything like this. Not that his sex life had been simple or boring, but he always had limits. Probably because he knew his past partners were into all of this. But you were different. You were open-minded, ready to try anything at least once, and damn, you were so needy with him, always wet and ready for him, he felt like a fucking god. He never felt that before.

You loved sex. But sex with Gibbs, that was beyond loving it. You were craving for him, all day everyday. The man turns you on by just existing, it's too much sometimes.

"Ever tried anal?" He asked, as you were grinding against his rock hard cock.

"No... you?"

"Neither. My exes thought it was--" you kissed him to make him shut up.

"I don't give a shit about your exes. I wanna try it."

That thought only almost sent Gibbs over the edge. Thinking about his cock stretching your hole, feeling how tight you are around him, cuming deep inside your ass, and if he added the fact that he'd be the first, that was a lot. He grunted deeply under your touch. "You like that idea, don't you?" you teased him.

"We will go over the ground rules later, but for now, you're going to make me cum on those perfect tits."

"Yes."

"Yes, who?"

"Yes, sir." you smiled and kissed you one more time before going further down.

You took his pants off him, along with his briefs. He was painfully hard, you could see some precum coming out of the head. You licked it just lightly and he moaned. You gave him a few strokes with your hand before placing his cock between your breasts.

You pressed them around his length and started to go up and down. You could tell from the noises Gibbs was making that he wasn't far. You kept going, taking the head in your mouth a few times. "Fuck, you're perfect, sweetheart." he growled. "I'm gonna cum."

You went as fast as you could, until he tensed under you. You felt his hot load on your chest and chin, as he cried your name. You looked at him coming and it was a freaking hot sight. You've never seen him losing it like this before. He looked even more perfect than he already was.

You laid on his side as he was catching his breath. He looked at you with such loving eyes, you wanted this moment to last forever.

He cleaned his mess on your skin with his fingers and brought them to your mouth. You opened it, sticking out your tongue and sucked his fingers clean. "How are you feeling down there?" he teased you.

"Bite me. I need a fucking shower."

Gibbs followed you to the bathroom and you two showered together.

There was some very long days ahead for you.

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