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slutforsilverfoxes · 5 months

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Agents DiNozzo

[A/N #1 TLDR version: Got busy with an externship, got hospitalized for a cat bite, I missed u all v v much

A/N #2 for realsies: Would Tony and his wife be allowed to work together on a team? Probs not. Would Gibbs be crazy enough to voluntarily work with both of them? Even more probs not. But it makes my lil heart happy so here you go :)]

Pairing: Tony DiNozzo x wife!agent!reader

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There are two things in your career that satisfy you to no end: 1) Getting justice for the victims whose case files come across your desk and 2) Working with your husband every day. The latter presents complications, of course- the occasional conflict of interest, quibbles over theories following you home from the office, an added level of anxiety during contentious takedowns- but it also allows you the distinct privilege of spoiling and, arguably more importantly, embarrassing the hell out of one Anthony DiNozzo, Junior, on a daily basis.

Your head lifts on its own volition, guided by your nose tuning in to the sweet smell of hazelnut creamer and woodsy cologne permeating the air of the NCIS bullpen. Your partner, both in and out of the field, has evidently returned from a midday coffee run looking as delicious as the pastries you’ve spotted by the to-go cups on his desk. Checking to make sure your boss is still nestled securely in the Director’s office, you cross over into Tony’s space just as he lays his suit jacket across the back of his chair. Slipping your hands into the back pockets of his tight-fitting slacks, you can’t help but serenade him with the ten-second clip of brain rot that plagued your social media for a ridiculous number of weeks. “Can I get to the yams?” you whisper-sing through a giggle, pinching his favorite cheeks of yours, maintaining your grip even as you attempt to dodge the hand nearing the back of your head. “Sweet ya-am- ow!” Darting out of his reach, you drop into Tony’s seat with a pout, arms crossed petulantly. “You have hereby been demoted from Very Special Agent to just Special Agent for that.”

“You-” Tony sneaks a glance at McGee and Ziva who are trying- and failing- to hide their smiles before crouching to meet you at eye level and lowering his voice to carry on, “You are the reason we had to sit through that inappropriate conduct seminar for three hours last week.” He maintains an even tone, but you can see his lips twitching with amusement.

“I’m sorry everyone in this office is jealous I can touch your butt and they can’t,” you huff with an eye roll.

“Literally no one is jealous of you for that,” McGee calls from his desk across the aisle.

“Well, you guys are missing out,” you respond with an exaggerated sigh.

Shaking his head, Tony fixes you with as stern a look as he can muster. “Save it for later, Bee,” you intone in an imitation of your husband’s voice, “I know.”

“You would think,” he begins, offering you a hand to help you up and walking you back over to your desk by Ziva’s, “that you’d have moved past the infatuation stage at this point in our relationship.”

“And you would think you’d have stopped calling me ‘Probie’ by now, Anthony.”

“I have! ‘Bee’ is different than ‘Probie’. It’s a nickname and it’s cute.”

“Says who?” you challenge, eyes narrowed.

“Says the-”

“If you say ‘Senior Field Agent,’ I swear to God, Tony, you’re sleeping on the-”

“DiNozzos!” Gibbs’ gruff voice puts an immediate stop to your squabble as he descends the steps two at a time. “Ziva, McGee, all of you, front and center. Whaddya got? Besides too much time on your hands.”

“Coffee and a suspect,” you supply with a smile, turning on the plasma display as Tony presents Gibbs with a cardboard cup. “For once, Agent DiNozzo’s go-to theory seems to hold water.” Raising an eyebrow at your husband, you playfully mock, “It was the wife.”

Tim picks up the next leg of your shared insight. “Credit card history has the Lieutenant Commander’s wife meeting with our hit man at a hotel in Anacostia two weeks before the murder, Boss.”

“We also traced these calls from the burner found on our victim’s body,” Ziva indicates for Tim to highlight the outgoing calls on the phone logs before continuing, “…to his sister in law, Anna.”

The redhead’s photo pops up on the TV, and your husband lets out a low whistle that has your hand instantly connecting with the back of his head. “You are my light, my sunshine, and the very air I breathe, my dear,” he speaks through a grimace, trying to gauge your reaction through his peripheral vision.

“Go pick our hitman up,” Gibbs instructs, cutting off your bickering before it can begin by dangling the sedan’s keys on his index finger in front of you.

You snatch them up, sharing a catlike grin with Ziva. “My pleasure, Boss. I might be needing his services soon, anyway.”

“Uh uh,” your boss calls as the two of you start collecting your things. “Take Tony.”

Your husband flashes you a sheepish smile while you grumble at him over the lip of your coffee cup. “Let’s go, Dick-Nozzo.”

“It’s your last name, too,” he points out astutely, holding out his hand for the keys.

“Shut up. I’m driving.”

As the elevator begins its descent, Tony slips two fingers under your chin and turns your face towards him, concern muting the typical sparkle in his olive green eyes. “Are you really upset with me, babe?”

You count the seconds ticking away in your head, relishing in the way he squirms under your stern gaze, before relenting at second fourteen. “No, you big dummy,” you say with a nudge to his side. “She’s hot.”

Tony lifts your hand to his mouth and presses his lips against your wedding band before asserting, “You’re hotter.”

Curling your free hand around his tie, you tug him closer and land a sound kiss on his lips. The elevator dings to indicate you’ve reached the parking garage, and you reluctantly release your husband from your grip with a satisfied smile and a murmured, “I’ve taught you so well.”

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ncis-yp · 15 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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lizzyk137 · 6 months

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What about Tony flirting with the new head of NCIS & not knowing they are married to Gibbs ?

Flirting With the Boss' Wife- An NCIS Short (Tony/Gibbs X Gibbs' Wife)

Warnings: None, just fluff! Thank you for asking for this!! I haven't written in a while, and it was nice to sit down, watch NCIS, and write something! Hope you like it!! :)

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"Have you seen the new director yet?" Tony asked McGee as they sat at their desks during a quick break between doing paperwork.

"No, I can't say I have." McGee answered back, not at all interested in another one of Tony's rambles about a girl. "I doubt she'll be paying any attention to us, though, since it's her first week here."

"Eh." Tony looked around the office, tiring of the conversion, and decided to set his sights on the gorgeous women that had just walked out of the elevator. "Damn..."

This woman dressed in a suit that clung to every curve she had and had black heels that helped elongate her body, making everything sit right where it needed to be. She put everyone women he's been with and all the women at N.C.I.S to shame. She was naturally gorgeous, not to the point where she looked faked, but just enough to catch your breath when you looked at her.

She made her way up to their bullpen and smiled at both men who had watched her walk up, jaws slightly hanging. "Hello, gentleman. Do you know where I might find Special Agent Gibbs?"

Tony stood and flashed his thousand watt smile. "Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo. Gibbs is out, but what can I do to help a beautiful woman like yourself?"

"Is this how you greet everyone women who come to the office, oh Very Special Agent DiNozzo?" The woman said with a playful tone.

"Not unless they're you." Which earned Tony a snort from McGee.

The woman walked over to Gibbs' desk and sat down, resting her chin on the back of her hands as she leaned against the desk with her elbows. "I doubt that much to be true, but I'm flattered nonetheless. I don't mind waiting for him, do you know when he'll be back?"

"I would say soon, but with Gibbs sometimes, you don't know." McGee answered before Tony could rely with another flirtatious remark. "Special Agent McGee, ma'am."

"It's nice to meet you, McGee, I've only heard good things about you so far." Both men stared at her questioningly, and she answered before they could ask. "I'm the new director. Call me Liza, for now."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am." McGee said with a short nod.

Tony came up to Gibbs' desk and leaned against it, a smile still on his face. "And have you heard anything particular about me? I can assure you, I have many good qualities."

"Oh, yes, I've heard quite a few things about you, DiNozzo." A small smirk forming on her lips. "One of the top things is how obnoxious your flirting can be."

DiNozzo looked at her with a small amount of shock for a second before replacing with a smile and a small chuckle. "You can't always believe what people say. I guess we just gotta spend some more time together, say how about tomorrow night, 7 o'clock, I'll pick you up?"

Before Tony could hear a reply, a hard slap to the back of the head made him grunt and turn to see Gibbs walking up to the new director and giving her a kiss on the cheek before he turned to Tony to ask, "Are you hitting on my wife, DiNozzo?"

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comfyrhyme20574 · 1 year

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Ziva: *sees Y/N and Gibbs together*

Ziva: They're cute. I would put them on a boat.

Dinozzo: You mean... you ship them?

#katherine mcnamara #face claim: katherine mcnamara #gibbs x reader #ncis gibbs #mark harmon #ncis imagine #ncis reader insert #jethro gibbs x reader #anthony dinozzo

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imawkwardlysoc · 9 months

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"i have loved you since we were 18"

Song- 18 by One Direction

Pairing- Tony Dinozzo x afab!reader

Warning(s)- pregnancy, birth, light angst (i just word vomited)

Wordcount- 3,699

Summary- Childhood best friends reunite

“Thank you so much for showing me how to get here Agent Gibbs,” I thanked him as we walked into the elevator. “I know I’ll get lost getting here.”

“It’s no problem,” he smiled as he leaned against the railing. “I just know Abby’s excited to meet you even though it took weeks to convince her to hire a partner.”

“Well, I’m glad that she chose me,” I smiled as I cradled my bump.

The elevator doors opened and we walked out to see agents walking around or working at their desks. I followed Agent Gibbs to meet some of his team since I’m going to be working with them.

“Boss, we have that- Y/N?” Tony DiNozzo paused what he was going to say when we made eye contact.

“Tony, hi,” I smiled and went up to hug him. “It’s been a while.”

“It has,” he hugged me while adjusting his position since my bump was slightly in the way. “It’s good to see you. Also are you?”

“Yep, just hit five months,” I answered.

“Congrats,” he hugged me again. “I didn’t know you and-”

“Oh, we split after he found out,” I shoved my hands in my pockets.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he apologized.

“It’s fine,” I waved it off. “Anyways, I’m the new member of the forensics team. I’m going to be helping Abby.”

“That’s great, welcome to the team,” he welcomed me.

I thanked him and introduced myself to Ziva and Tim before heading down to meet Dr. Mallard, Jimmy, and Abby who immediately welcomed me with open arms.

*A Few Weeks Later*

“So, what’s going on with you and Tony?” Abby asked as she took a sample of blood.

“What do you mean?” I looked at her.

“I mean the two of you look like you had a past with each other,” she explained.

“Tony and I were childhood best friends,” I told her. “We were close before his mother passed and his father sent him off to boarding and military schools.”

“What changed?” She quizzed.

“I mean the only time we could hang out with each other was when he was back from school and when we went off to college, we kept in contact with each other from time to time,” I added.

“Did anything happen between the two of you?” She asked another question.

“Like romantically? No, nothing happened but I did have a crush on him but I was like seven.” I chuckled. “It was more like a puppy crush.”

“I feel I’m missing something here,” she raised her eyebrow.

“Well,” I rubbed my bump. “When we were eighteen we did share a moment which made me fall in love with him but we were leaving for college the next day so I just pushed those feelings aside.”

“Do you still love him?” Abby sat down next to me at our station.

“Honestly, I’m not even sure,” I chuckled and shook my head. “It’s been a while.”

She nodded her head and we continued working. We soon heard a knock and I looked over to see Tony leaning against the doorway with a bag of evidence in his hand.

“An evidence drop off for you two ladies,” he walked up to us.

“Thanks Tony,” Abby hugged him and went to go process it.

“Hey,” he greeted me.

“Hi,” I smiled.

“Are you free tonight I was wondering if you want to grab some dinner and catch up with each other since we’ve been busy these past weeks,” he suggested,

“Yeah, that sounds good,” I agreed.

“Great, I’ll pick you up at your place around seven?” He questioned.

“That sounds great, see you later,” I smiled and he walked out to head back to his desk.

Looking back at the code, I saw Abby smirking in the corner of my eye. I rolled my eyes and continued working.

Walking into my apartment when I finished work, I placed my things down and headed to my room to change out of my work clothes. Grabbing a navy blue polka-dotted dress out of my closet, I changed into that and retouched my makeup after that.

“Coming!” I said as I walked to my front door.

Looking through my peephole, I saw Tony standing there and I opened the door for him.

“Hey, you look great,” Tony greeted me with a kiss on the cheek before walking into my apartment.

“I feel and look like a whale,” I told him and held my shoes up. “A whale who can’t put her shoes on now. Help me, please.”

Tony let out a chuckle and I sat down on my couch as I handed him my shoes. He slid them on and helped me off the couch.

“Thank you,” I laughed.

“It’s no problem,” he smiled. “Ready to head out?”

I nodded my head and grabbed my things before heading out. We walked downstairs to his car and he helped me in before getting into his seat. Throughout the ride, we listened to the music that was on the radio which happened to be some of the songs we listened to as kids. He soon pulled up to an Italian restaurant that was in the area and he helped me out of the car. We walked into the restaurant and got seated after a few minutes of waiting.

I looked through the menu to see what I wanted to eat. I mean many options sound so good right now. I already settled on a pasta dish but the mozzarella sticks and garlic bread also sound good. Soon our waiter came back with our drinks and we ordered what we wanted.

“And we’ll also have the mozzarella sticks and garlic bread,” Tony added before our waiter nodded their head and left our table.

“You didn’t have to order those?” I told him.

“I know but I knew you were eyeing them,” he grinned and took a sip of his soda. “Also you’re eating for two. If my mom was still alive, she would have fed you continuously if we were back home.”

He let out a sigh and I saw the bittersweet look on his face. I gave him a small smile and went across the table to squeeze his hand.

“I miss her too,” I told him. “Your mom was one of the sweetest women ever. Clara always baked the best treats ever.”

“She did,” he nodded and chuckled. “She’s the cause of my sweet tooth. So, how are your parents? Are they excited for their grandchild to come?”

“Yeah they are,” I chuckled. “They’re pretty good and I swear they still want to murder him for leaving me while pregnant.”

“It was an asshole move,” he agreed. “Leaving you a few days after telling him you were pregnant.”

“You’re not wrong,” I nodded and ate a slice of garlic bread. “But hey, I’m starting a new life with a stable job and a support system here.”

“Cheers to that,” Tony held up his cup and we clinked it.

We took a sip out of our drinks and we continued to catch up with each other. Despite us not seeing each other for a few years, it felt like we could have the conversations we had before college. He told me all about his adventures working for the Baltimore PD before transferring to DC to work for NCIS. Halfway through our conversation, Tony excused himself saying that he needed to get something from his car. I continued to eat my alfredo waiting for him to come back with a bag in his hand.

“What’s this?” I questioned as he placed it in front of me.

“Just open it,” he told me.

Removing the tissue paper, I let out a laugh when I pulled the teddy bear wearing an Ohio State varsity jacket out of the bag along with some Ohio State baby onesies.

“Really?” I looked at him.

“Hey, the baby has to represent the best school in the nation,” he raised his hands in defense.

“I think UCLA begs to differ,” I joked and laughed at the reaction on his face.

After finishing our meals and arguing about who was paying, which Tony won, we decided to take a walk around the center where the restaurant was located. We might’ve gotten ice cream that was a few stores down from the restaurant. We did some window shopping and made a mental note of some of the things I saw that I probably will get for the baby. Soon Tony and I headed back to his car and started the drive back to my apartment.

“Thanks for tonight,” I thanked him as we walked to my front door.

“It’s no problem,” he smiled as I unlocked my door. “I had fun today.”

“Me- mph,” I let out a breath when I felt the baby kick.

“Is everything alright?” I saw the panicked look on Tony’s face.

“Yes, just the baby kicking me like they’re a soccer player,” I chucked. “Wouldn’t be surprised if they do become one. Many restless nights with this one kicking.”

“May I?” He pointed to my bump and I nodded my head.

He kneeled on the ground and started talking to my bump. “Hey kiddo, you gotta give your mom a rest. I’ve experienced her not getting enough sleep before and it’s not a pretty sight.”

I scoffed and jokingly smacked the back of his head.

“See? She just smacked me on the back of the head,” he chuckled. “Anyways, you be good for your mom and her sleep okay?”

He placed his hand on my bump which caused the baby to kick. He let out another chuckle and got back up from the floor.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he told me.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for tonight.”

“It’s no problem,” he did a two-finger salute before leaving for his car.

Closing my door, I headed to my room to get ready for bed while the smile on my face never left.

*Eight Months Pregnant*

“How do you think the guys are doing?” Ziva questioned as we ate our meal.

“Knowing that Jethro is there, he probably took over the project because those three can’t build things for their lives,” Ducky laughed.

“Hey, Tony did a decent job when building the changing table,” I chuckled. “It might’ve taken a few more hours than usual and a bunch of curing in English and Italian but he did the job.”

“How is it living with Tony anyways? “Abby asked.

Ever since I got closer to my due date, Tony suggested that he should stay over at my place just in case I got into labor. It took some convincing but I finally agreed after he made a presentation on why he should and yes, he did make a presentation. He’s been staying in the guest room that my apartment has and we’ve been commuting to work together.

“It’s been pretty nice,” I answered my co-worker’s question. “It’s nice to have someone to get my late-night cravings.”

Yeah ever since Tony moved in, he’s been helping me out around the apartment. He would go to my appointments if he had time and wasn’t at a crime scene. He’s been helping me pick out baby names and since we don’t know the gender yet, we have a pretty long list we need to shorten before this baby comes. He also went to a birthing class with me and I gotta say, I’ve never seen him so involved.

“And before you ask Abby, nothing romantic is happening between us,” I told her.

“Oh bullcrap,” Ziva said.

“I think you mean bullshit Ziva,” Ducky corrected her which caused the three of us to do a double take since it was rare for Ducky to curse. “That man is obviously in love with you Y/N. We all see it on his face when he sees you.”

“But didn’t you say that you were in love with him when you were eighteen?” Abby added.

“Yeah but I was eighteen leaving for college,” I told them. “We both changed as people the last time we saw each other. I got married and am now divorced with a child on the way who the dad doesn’t want. I’m more focused on loving myself and the baby. I’m not ready for a relationship yet.”

“Knowing Tony, he’s willing to wait,” Abby reassured me.

I gave them all a smile before we finished our lunch and headed back to my apartment. Ducky parked my car in the space and we headed up to my apartment to see how the guys were doing.

“Why are you guys standing like that?” I questioned the guys, minus Gibbs, as they stood in my living room.

“We have to show you something.” Tony grabbed my hand and led me to the nursery.

As we got closer, he covered my eyes with his hands while one of the guys opened the door.

“Alright, here is your nursery,” Tony said as he uncovered my eyes.

I let out a gasp and looked around the nursery. It’s everything that I imagined when designing this. The mix of greens, browns, and oranges was the perfect amount to fit the forest theme. My fingers grazed the crib that I know for sure that Gibbs made it. There was a bookshelf hung on the wall with a couple of books from my childhood and some new ones. There were also some plushies along with the bear that Tony got for them placed throughout the room. Letting out a sniffle, I dabbed my tears with my cardigan sleeve and let out a little chuckle.

“Hey, is everything okay?” I heard Tony ask.

“Yeah,” I chuckled and wiped more of my tears as I faced him. “It’s just my pregnancy emotions and I don’t know how to thank you guys. I mean all of you have taken care of me these past few months and Gibbs this crib is amazing. I feel I don’t deserve it.”

“Hey,” Tony wrapped me in a hug and placed a kiss on the top of my head. “You deserve it okay? We all love you.”

“I love all of you also,” I looked at the group. “Thank you.”

Abby smiled and wrapped me in a hug which everyone else soon joined. The group stayed for another thirty minutes before leaving. That just left Tony and me in my apartment heating leftovers for dinner. We sat down on the couch watching some random show while we ate our food.

“May I have this dance?” Tony asked as he finished washing the dishes and started playing Frank Sinatra.

I held his hand and we started to dance in my living room. I let out a laugh when he spun me out and spun me back in, causing me to place my hand on his chest and look up at him. Placing my hand on my cheek, I gently stroked it before placing my lips on his. He reciprocated as our lips started to move and his hands ran down the curves of my body. I soon realized what I was doing and immediately detached.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” I told him. “I’m going to bed. Feeling pretty tired. I’ll see you in the morning, Tony.”

“Y/N! Wait!” Tony called out but I just ended up in my room.

*A Few Weeks Later*

“Tony, I swear if you tell me that I’m doing good one more time!” I yelled as I pushed and laid back on my head.

“I won’t,” he chuckled nervously as he dabbed the sweat off my forehead.

I’ve been in labor for twenty hours after being a week overdue and this baby finally wants to come out.

“Two two more pushes and this baby is out,” my doctor told me.

“I’m so tired though,” I whined.

“Hey, you got this, you hear me,” Tony said as he ran his fingers through my hair. “The head is almost out, then the shoulder, then your baby will be out in the world. You got this.”

I nodded and squeezed his right hand as his other hand was holding my leg back. Going through the next two pushes, my baby was soon placed on my chest as their cries filled the room.

“It’s a girl,” I announced as she was getting cleaned.

“A girl,” Tony sniffed with tears in his eyes and placed a kiss on my forehead. “Welcome to the world little one.”

I looked at the admiring look that was shown on Tony’s face and he stroked her hair.

“I love you,” I told him.

“What?” He questioned.

“I love you,” I told him again. “Ever since I was eighteen and that kiss a few weeks ago. It just took me a while but I finally came to the realization.”

“I love you too.” He smiled and placed his lips on mine.

We shared a kiss until we had to break it since she had to be weighed and checked. After half an hour, she was brought back in my arms and Tony and I admired her as she opened her eyes.

“Yep, she’s her namesake,” I told him.

“I agree,” he kissed me again before his phone let out a ding. “Are you up for some visitors?”

“Sure,” I nodded my head.

Tony typed on his phone sending the room number and I gave Tony her so they could have a moment together. I sneakily took a picture of them before there was a knock on the door. The door opened showing Abby walking it with the gang behind her.

“Hi, how are you?” Abby asked as she hugged me.

“Alright,” I told her.

“How are you doing sweetie,” Gibbs placed a kiss on the top of my head.

“Alright and great that the baby is out of me,” I chuckled.

“So, what’s the gender?” Tim asked.

“Everyone,” Tony walked to my side. “Meet Clara Elizabeth L/N. Clara, meet all of your aunts and uncles and your grandpas.”

“Clara, after your mother?” Ziva asked.

“Yep, she was a key part of our lives,” I explained.

“So if you want to hold her, wash your hands,” Tony announced.

We let out a chuckle at the people who were waiting in line at the sink to wash their hands. Tony passed Clara to Abby and sat down next to me, placing a kiss on the back of my hand as we watched our little family get to meet the newest member.

*Two Years Later*

“Clara!” I called out when she let go of my hand as we walked out of the elevator.

“Daddy!” She leaped in Tony’s arms when she saw him.

“Hey sweet pea!” Tony started to attack our daughter with kisses. “How was your day with Mommy?”

“Fun,” she answered.

“That’s good,” he placed her down and greeted me with a kiss. “And a hello to you.”

“A hello to you also,” I grinned. “Are you sure she’s going to be fine here when we go out?”

“Yes, she has all of her aunts, uncles, and grandpas here to watch her. Vance also agreed to watch her if nobody can’t,” he reassured me. “Now come on, let’s go.”

“Why the urgency?” I chuckled and looked at Ziva and Tim who had Clara on his lap. “Alright, here’s fifty bucks for you to buy pizza or any other food. We’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!” Clara waved at us.

“You be good for everyone okay?” Tony and I kissed her on the cheek and we headed out of the building.

We went to dinner at the Italian restaurant Tony took me when I first came here and enjoyed our meal. We talked about work a little bit before changing the subject to something else. When we wrapped up dinner, we walked around the town center until we ended up at a gazebo. As we walked into the gazebo, it was lit up by fairy lights and had photos of Tony and me hung on them.

Tears started to form when I realized what was happening. I looked over to see Tony down on one knee with his mother’s engagement ring popping out of the box.

“I first fell in love with you when we were eighteen, then I fell in love with you again when you walked into the NCIS building with your five-month bump,” Tony sniffled. “I want to fall in love with you every day of the year until we die. I know it’s short and simple but will you marry me?”

“Yes,” I nodded and kneeled to his level to kiss him.

He placed the ring on my finger and kissed me again. Getting up from the ground, we heard some people passing by offering their congratulations and we thanked them.

“I’m happy for you two.” Senior walked up to us and hugged us.

“Tony, the ring is so beautiful,” my mom told him.

“Thank you, it was my mom’s,” he explained.

We celebrated with our parents for a little bit before heading back to the NCIS headquarters where everyone else was waiting for us. We walked hand in hand still on our engagement high to see everyone waiting for us. I held my hand up which caused Ziva and Abby to squeal and hug the both of us. Gibbs gave Tony and me a side hug before passing Clara, who was about to fall asleep, to Tony.

“Hey Clara, Daddy and I are getting married,” I told her.

“Really?” She questioned as she tried to keep her eyes open.

“Yeah,” Tony confirmed.

“Yay,” she yawned, which caused all of us to laugh.

“Well, it’s way past her bedtime so we’ll see you tomorrow,” Tony announced.

They all said their congratulations and we left the building to my car. Tony placed her in her car seat before he got in the driver’s seat to drive us home. He grabbed my hand and kissed my ring finger which now had a ring on it.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

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aaronswifey · 1 month

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How you sleep

Part 2

Ncis:

Anthony DiNozzo:

Ziva David:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs:

Timothy McGee:

CSI:

Gil Grissom:

Warrick Brown:

Nick Stokes:

Greg Sanders:

Sara Sidle:

#Ncis #Ncis preferences #Anthony DiNozzo #ziva david #timothy mcgee #leroy jethro gibbs #CSI #CSI preferences #gil grissom #warrick brown #nick stokes #greg sanders #sara sidle #gif #Gif imagines #gif preferences #preference #imagine

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taylorxtiva · 2 months

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WAIT

WHAT IF THE “BELOVED” CHARACTER IS MCGEE

BECAUSE WHO ELSE WOULD TIVA DROP EVERYTHING & TRAVEL HALF WAY ACROSS THE WORLD FOR, IF NOT FOR THEIR BEST FRIEND????

AND MCGEE ENDS UP IN THE HOSPITAL BUT SURVIVES

AND TIVA (AND TALI) GO AND VISIT HIM AND THEY WALK INTO THE HOSPITAL ROOM HOLDING HANDS AND BEING ALL CUTE AND COUPLE-Y

AND MCGEE MAKES A COMMENT ABOUT HOW IT TOOK THEM LONG ENOUGH

AND THEN TIVA DECIDE THAT WHEN MCGEE IS OUT OF THE HOSPITAL IN A FEW DAYS THEY’RE GOING TO GET MARRIED WHILE THEY’RE STILL IN DC

AND MCGEE IS THE BEST MAN

AND JIMMY OFFICIATES

AND TALI IS THE FLOWER GIRL

I REALISE MY IMAGINATION IS RUNNING AWAY WITH ME AND I’M ONLY GUESSING BASED ON THE PRESS RELEASE FOR EPISODE 1000 AND THE BEHIND THE SCENES PHOTO … BUT ✨ WHAT IF ✨

#I REALISE MY IMAGINATION IS RUNNING WILD BUT I LOVE TIVA SO MUCH AND I JUST CANT HELP MYSELF #ALL I WANT IS FOR THEM TO BE CUTE AND COUPLEY ON SCREEN #NCIS #tony x ziva #tiva #cote de pablo #ziva david #michaelweatherly #tony and ziva #anthony dinozzo #naval criminal investigative service #michael weatherly #cotedepablo

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thecrimefiles · 2 years

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Sweet Distraction

Author: The Crime Files

Summary: Gibbs takes matters into his own hands after you unintentionally distract the team.

Main Character(s): Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Anthony DiNozzo

DiNozzo was staring at you with an intense jealousy as he watched the hard candy slide into your mouth, tongue swirling around the crystallised sugar. “Oh yeah,” a quiet moan falling from his lips. “Yeah, just like that.” His voice was barely a whisper as his opalescent eyes began to melt into sinful lagoons of lust.

Completely unaware of the hypnotic power you held over him, your attention was focused on the case file as Gibbs comes striding into the bullpen, holding a cup of coffee. “We got a case?” Asks the marine, taking a sip of the bitter liquid. Your eyes meet his as the sound of his hand colliding with the back of DiNozzo’s head echoes around the room.

“Uh, yeah…” you glance between the two men, confused by their interaction. “Dead petty officer down in Norfolk.”

You begin reading the details of the investigation off the screen before noticing Gibbs’ intimate proximity behind you. Gently taking the remote from your hand, he leans in closer before mentioning, “that’s very distracting.”

A quiet chuckle tumbles from his lips as you turn towards him with a perplexed expression. Raising his eyebrows suggestively as you continue to suck on the lollipop, he pulls it out of your mouth with a soft pop as you lick the honeyed juices off your lips, not once looking away from those heavenly deep blue eyes.

“Grab your gear.” He says in a low voice as his gaze lingers a moment longer on your lips before grabbing the case file and heading towards MTAC.

#NCIS #NCIS Imagines #Leroy Jethro Gibbs #Gibbs Imagines #Gibbs x reader #Anthony DiNozzo #Tony DiNozzo Imagines #DiNozzo x reader

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chiefdirector · 5 months

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Tony Dinozzo Masterlist

Being married to Tony Dinozzo would include…

> Watching - Sometimes watching is the hardest thing to do

> Alone again - Tony could still hear the crumbling of the walls through the comms weeks after the explosion had taken place.

> Gut Feelings | Whumptober 2023 - Gibbs is not the only one with an accurate sense of doom

> Just Forget the World | Whumptober 2023 - Wedding dresses should never be red

> Soulmates | Whumptober 2023 - Tony did not believe in magic, or heeding warnings

> Promises | Whumptober 2024 - The story of how Tony joined the police, and then NCIS

#tony dinozzo imagine #tony dinozzo x reader #anthony dinozzo x reader #tony dinozzo #chiefdirector #ncis x reader #ncis imagine #ncis #ncis cbs #masterlist

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luna-jaden-shadow · 2 years

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Yandere!Tony Dinozzo Would Include

Request - hello love!! could i please request some yandere anthony dinozzo x fem!reader headcanons? it can get as dark as you want ❤️ thank you so so much!

[ I love that guy ]

-><-

You met him by accident

Like literally you smacked into this poor man on the street

His only quip was to not text and walk

But after that moment he found himself constantly on that same street

Hoping to see you again

The next time you meet he’s the one to bump into you

You say the exact thing he said last time

“What a coincidence”

He’d smile, claiming that it was like fate that you two met again

Being the charmer he is, he scored your number

In his phone, you’re “the one”

And in yours, he’s “secret agent” after he’d told you what he does for work

He knows where you live before ever being there

It’s just so he can look out for you, keep you safe

When you two date he’s got you convinced instantly to give him a key just in case “God forbid” anything ever happened

He does routine checks on you, making sure that everything’s “A-okay”

All in all the man would be hella possessive and protective

#ncis #ncis x reader #ncis imagine #anthony dinozzo #tony dinozzo #tony dinozzo x reader #yandere!tony dinozzo

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slutforsilverfoxes · 1 year

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Black & Gold

A/N: I just love the idea of our goofy, giddy boy being with a no-nonsense lawyer type who’s so soft for Tony and Tony only 🥹 Like, “she calls him Bear because his mother’s maiden name was Paddington” type soft…but she also likes to dominate him, u feel me? (Sorry if this sucks, the idea came to me and I banged it out in like a half hour)

You rolled your eyes with a huff as you stepped out of the elevator into the NCIS bullpen, tucking your phone between your ear and shoulder as you dug around in your purse for your beloved Burt’s Bees- mango flavor, Tony’s favorite. “Absolutely not,” you growled, the frown on your face melting away when you caught sight of your boyfriend at his desk. Tony looked up and met your smile with one of his own, shaking his head when your features hardened again and saying a silent prayer for the idiot on the phone daring enough to challenge the likes of you.

“Tell your client he should’ve thought of that before laying a finger on mine, Gareth,” you snarled. “I’ll see you in hell. Or court. Wherever you end up first.”

You paused, eyebrow steadily rising as you listened to the opposing lawyer’s response. “Oh, I promise you’ll be able to spot me. I’ll be the one serving up your head on a silver platter!” Pressing the red button on the screen, you dropped your phone into your purse with a sigh. “That used to be a lot more satisfying when they snapped shut.”

“Borrow mine next time,” a voice called from the desk catty-corner to Tony’s, and you threw your boyfriend’s boss a charming smile.

“Y’know, Jethro, I might just take you up on that.” Turning your attention back to the handsome devil before you, you ran your perfectly manicured nails along his jaw and offered a simple, “Hi, Bear.”

Tony nearly purred, catching himself at the last second and narrowly escaping being the butt of his colleagues’ jokes. “Hi, beautiful. Was that about the Harvey case?”

You shook your head in disappointment, dropping your visitor’s badge on his desk before leaning against the back of his chair. “Don’t even get me started. How was your day, everyone?”

“Interesting, to say the least,” Ziva smirked, and you raised an eyebrow out of curiosity. “McGee kept us entertained with his… technical skills, shall we say.”

“Oh?” You turned your attention to Tim, noting the flush creeping along his cheeks and his inability to make eye contact with you. “Don’t be shy, Tim,” you teased, loving how the younger brunette seemed to always be flustered around you.

“Yeah, Peeping Tim, tell Y/N what you found.”

“Tony!” McGee’s head shot up to meet Tony’s challenge with a glare, the blush on his cheeks growing darker when you cocked your head at him.

“Well, Timothy?” You let your hands roam over Tony’s broad shoulders, squeezing every so often and relishing the firm muscle beneath your fingertips.

“Let me first say that I didn’t go looking for anything. Well, I did, but it’s because my coffee was gone from my desk and-”

“Spit it out, Elf Lord,” Gibbs called from his desk, sounding disinterested although he was no doubt enjoying McGee’s obvious discomfort. “You saw Y/N and DiNozzo playing grab-ass on his desk.”

“Oh, Tim,” you tutted playfully. “If you wanted to watch, you could’ve just asked.”

Ziva barked out a laugh and Gibbs met your gaze with an amused smirk, playfully berating you for instigating a breach of professionalism after hours when the telltale sound of Abby’s boots rounding the corner joined the mix.

“Is she here? Are you here? Oh, thank god, you’re here,” she squealed in delight, grabbing your hand and whisking you off to the lab. “Five minutes, Tony, I promise!”

Ziva waited until Abby had dragged you a safe distance away before turning to her colleague. “I still do not know how you managed to trick her into a relationship with you. She is just so cool and confident with her all black outfits and stilettos and you are… you.”

“I’ll have you know it was love at first sight,” Tony shot back smugly.

“Really?” McGee quipped. “Could’ve fooled us.”

The NCIS agent had strutted into your office with a practiced ease, credentials in one hand, the other poised to shake yours. “Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS. Call me Tony.”

“Y/N Y/LN,” you had returned in kind, placing your hand in his. You were immediately struck by his olive green eyes, twinkling with clear mischief although they held something deeper, more genuine behind the bravado.

“What a coincidence,” he had smiled, “that’s my wife’s name.”

The erratic fluttering of your heart had stopped abruptly, although your face remained unchanged, the art of hiding your emotions in the courtroom coming in handy. You had pulled your hand back from his grip, gaze subtly flicking toward his bare left hand. “You’re married?”

He had drawn his bottom lip between his teeth for a brief moment before smirking at you. “No, ma’am, not yet.”

“Would’ve sealed the deal that day itself, if not for her being a key witness in our case,” Tony sighed, crossing his hands behind his head as he replayed the moment like one of his favorite movies.

“Humble yourself, DiNozzo,” you cracked as you returned to the bullpen with Abby in tow. “You practically begged me to go out with you.”

“I did not, you were just playing hard to get.”

“Okay, buddy,” you snorted, meeting his gaze and puckering your lips in an air-kiss to soften the blow. Glancing down at your watch, you added, “We’ve gotta get going. You, me, and your ridiculously skinny tie have a date with a private chef at home. Goodnight, everyone,” you smiled at each member of Tony’s team as you passed by their desks on the way out.

Fiddling with the Italian silk around his neck, Tony laughed, speaking to no one in particular. “She actually loves them. You love my ties, right, honey?”

“Yeah!” you called over your shoulder without turning around, a playful smirk blooming across your face. “I love ‘em cause I can use them as a leash.” You pressed the call button for the elevator, then turned and whistled for Tony, trying not to break character by bursting out laughing. You wished you could see the stunned look on McGee’s face right now, but Ziva and Abby’s reenactment tomorrow would have to do.

“She’s just joking,” Tony waved his hand with an awkward chuckle, considering his options for exactly half a second before gathering up his things and running to join you, throwing out a hurried, “Night, guys!”

“I still do not understand their dynamic,” Ziva said after the two of you had exited, shaking her head with a soft smile.

“I think they’re what kids these days would call a ‘black cat and golden retriever’ couple,” McGee offered.

“That certainly fits,” Gibbs conceded. “Tony’s loyal, loving, and has a perpetually dumb, goofy grin on his face.” Mouthing at the tip of his reading glasses, he muttered, “Now, if only I could train him.”

McGee pulled out a bag of pretzels from the top drawer of his desk and shook it with a self-satisfied smile. “You just need some positive reinforcement, Boss.”

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Ugh (Tony DiNozzo x reader) [SMUT]

Background: you and Tony had been working in different part of the NCIS you were working on a naval base but were called on in missions to help Abby or Ducky with pharmaceutical intelligence. You and Tony have been dating a few months and wanted to try sexting. You do it out of no where to surprise the other.

This morning you decided to stay home from work. After all, the pharmacy could live without you for a day, if any thing they’d call you. In the meantime, you decided you’d relax at home and get into one of the case study’s that Dr. Mallard asked you to review. Apparently there’s a combination of pills in there that Abby nor Dr. Mallard himself didn’t understand.

Tony was at already at work, you knew. But you decided you wouldn’t tell him you weren’t going. Before you had a chance to sit in your breakfast loft with your cats, Dre and Pac, your phone was buzzing. Two texts from Tony.

Tony: good morning! I passed by the Pharmacy to say good morning and offer to get you coffee. Where are you?

Tony: are you okay?

You smirked and sent back a spicy text… if you were gonna be home, you were gonna do things he couldn’t do.

You: aww that’s sweet :)

You: yeah, decided not to go work.

You: *sent photo*

Tony sat at his desk staring at a photo of you. You’re (e/c) eyes catching the early morning light, your hair pulled back haphazardly, or how you were only in your panties and an over the shoulder band tee.

Tony: wow… you’ve got me excited.

You: excited for what? Not like I did anything special

Tony: to see you. Looking like that in the morning

You: 🥰 aw so sweet! You should come over and see me

Tony: pretty girl… you know I’m at work

You: aww but can’t you take an early lunch to come see me sooner? You know I’d love to see you.

You: *sent photo*

You were playing hard ball. Teasing innocently, but God, that picture of you was so close to the opposite but Tony couldn’t say it was naughty or nice.

His open phone held a picture of you sitting with your legs crisscrossed and you hand between you thighs. He saved it and sent it to his album of pictures of you.

Tony: god you’re gorgeous. I’d love to see you too… trust me

You: thank you handsome

You: really though … come see me

Tony: I want to

You: then do it

You: *sent photo*

Tony’s heart jumped into throat. His stomach was twisting as his dick hardens in his pants. He takes a quick picture.

Tony: (y/n)…

Tony: *sent photo*

You couldn’t lie. Right now you were extremely horny. You don’t like how you teasing Tony turns into you getting needy and he won’t stop teasing.

You: I want that. Right now.

You: *sent photo*

Tony had sent himself to the bathroom to calm down. He was at work. He needed to focus. Maybe he could ask Gibbs to be on call since his apartment is being renovated. No. Work. ..Work. …Work. He managed to get somewhat of a grip. He opened his phone.

You. Legs open. Panties off and to the side. Shirt in your mouth. You were sitting in your bedroom, floor by the mirror. Your hand was between your legs, fingers in your pussy.

His mouth dropped and his dick was rock solid again. Fuck… fuck (y/n) fuck. He thought as his cock raged for her insides. He snapped a picture of himself in the mirror his dick print obvious.

Tony: look what you do to me

Tony: *sent photo*

Tony: do you see how hard my cock is for you right now?

You smiled. You were close to getting Tony. You were actively playing with your pussy, it wasn’t just for show.

You: *sent video*

Tony stood in shock. He heard your quiet moans and whimpering in the background as you slowly pleased yourself.

Tony: (y/n) wait until I get there to finish

You: oh, so you’re coming now?

Tony: no I’ll be there after work

You: sooo then I’m not waiting

You propped the phone up and set the three second timer. Making sure he saw you in action from the beginning. You laid on your back, unaware to any of the texts coming in.

Tony: (y/n) please wait.

Tony: I swear (y/n) if you cum without me your punishment will be so bad that the pleasure you’ll experience wouldn’t have been worth it

You: *sent video*

**”fuck… fuckkk” you fingered yourself at a medium pace. Racing for that orgasm. Your little whimpers began growing into deep moans. “Mmmmhmmm Tony” you groaned as you sped up pace. Roughly fucking yourself. You began tightening, body stiffening as you neared an orgasm. “Tony” you breathe as you begin to orgasm. You sped up. Almost at a feral speed to squirt. You sprayed the phone. Crying out Tony’s name and arching your back as you did.**

Tony: I’m on my way.

Tony rushed out of the bathroom to his desk. Fanning for his keys. Rushing out of the bullpen he brushed past Gibbs.

“Where you headed?”

“(L/n) isnt feeling well, her stomach hurts a lot and she can’t remember what she ate, but she’s really aching. She asked me to pick up some bread, some medicine, and Gatorade.”

“Okay”

“Can be on call today? So I can stay with her?”

“Sure. If you miss one call DiNozzo” Gibbs standing close to Tony. “I won’t let you miss work to play bookie with (y/n) anymore”

“Yeah boss”

“Good try tho. Rule #7” he acknowledged.

He ran out the building and sped to your apartment, parking his yellow ‘66 Mustang next to your black ‘78 challenger. He knocked on your door. Your tiny figure appeared in the door way. Wrapped comfortably in a blanket. He pushed you inside, picking you up as he closed the door. He kicked off his shoes as he kissed you all the way to kitchen, he set you on the bar. The two of you rushed to get most of his clothes off. You held his head as you continuously smashed your lips on his.

He set you down on floor. Pulling off his pants and boxers. He layes himself between your thighs.

“Fuck you, (y/n)” he whispered in your ear.

“Do it then, Anthony” you whisper in his. He rammed into you. You pulled his hair as he roughly fucked you on the floor.

“Do you know, how hard I tried to keep myself together (y/n)?” He bit your neck. Your nails scratching down his biceps as he fucked you relentlessly.

“No” you moan.

“No?” He growls. “Being here, dogging you before 12:00, on a Wednesday, isn’t a clue?” He said working on leaving hickeys in your neck and chest. You were leaving bite marks on his shoulders and you tightened around him. Moans of pleasure getting louder as you neared your climax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk. You’re close aren’t you?” You nodded. “Tell me when you’re about to. I want to hear you say it.”

Your moans turned him on so much more.

“I’m coming” you say breathing heavily.

“What?”

“Fuck, Tony, I’m coming”

“One more time.” His grunted as he gave three rough pounds in between each word.

“Fuckkk Anthony! I’m coming, I’m coming” you began to tear up. He pulled out and flipped you you you were face down, ass up.

“No you’re not” he growls as he hammers your pussy. The sound of balls slapping skin, and moans and grunts fillling the room.

“I’m sorry” you cry. “Daddy please let me come.”

“You’re sorry?”

“Yes” you scream.

“Then show me” he says letting go of your hips. “Fuck me like this to show me you’re sorry” you o eyed. Throwing your body back on his roughly but at a staggered pace. He could see your body spending and he decided to finish you off. Just the way you liked it.

“I’m sorry I fucked up my rhythm” he says in your ear. “I just want you to see how gorgeous you look” he grabs your hair and pulls your head up. Your back arched, eyes red, and tears streaming down your face. You screamed as he roughly pounded you.

“Look at you” he said sweetly. “So pretty for daddy ” your faced moved as he dogged your clenching pussy hole. “Sooo fucking beautiful”

He slapped your ass. Three painfully enjoyable slaps. He began to make some marks in your hips.

“Fuck fuck fuck (y/n). Can I bust in there?” He groans as you begin to pull him to the edge. You nodded. “Can I cum in that tight pussy?” He asks again.

“Yes please, Tony, please” you cry your core burned. You began to orgasm. He pulled your head up again. “Let’s cum together” he says as he began orgasming, filling you up, you were soaking his dick with your juices, squirting around his dick.

“Good girl” he says as he fucked you till the end of his climax. Thrusts getting sloppy as he pulled out. He collapsed next to you on the floor, pulling you close to him.

“I hope I didn’t go to rough on you” he said apologetically. “Did I hurt you at all?”

“I’m a little sore.” You admit. “But it was definitely worth the punishment” you giggle kissing his chest.

“(Y/n) I don’t want to have hurt you… you know that right?” Tony speaks.

“Good… please (y/n) let me know if it too rough…” your kiss cuts him off. He smiles dazily.

“I’ll text if you hurt me. I’ll make sure I’m honest about things I do and don’t want, I will punch you if you ever do some thing I don’t like that you keep doing.” You propped yourself up on your elbow, admiring the hickeys you left all over him. And your bite marks on his shoulder.

“Yes, exactly “ he chuckles. Your neck and chest were covered with marks. Your hips had light purple bruises already forming and you wondered what your back looked like.

“I love you” you say to Tony.

“I love you too, (y/n)” he replies kissing you deeply. “I’m going to run you a shower. And I’ll order Thai?” You nodded. He stands and helps you up. Starting your bath for you. Slapping your ass as he walks away.

“Mmm” you smile.

“Sexy” he remarks with a wink. Once he turned his back looked absolutely destroyed. Crazy marks lined his back, blood bubbling towards the top.

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firehouseonechicago · 2 years

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Poll:

Tony DiNozzo 🔥

Nicholas Torres ✨

#ncis x reader #ncis imagine #ncis #tony dinozzo #anthony dinozzo #nicholas torres #nicholas torres ncis #tony dinozzo x reader #nicholas torres x reader

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haveanotherfandomblog · 2 years

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Palm of God

One-Thousand-Two-Hundred-Sixty-Three Days Before

Pairing: Anthony DiNozzo x Fem!OC

Genre: Action, Angst, Crime, Drama, Fluff

Word Count: 1.2K~

Warnings: Mild Language

Masterlist || Next>>

“I want you to think of this as another deep cover assignment.” The new Director of NCIS, Leon Vance sat behind his new desk, his hands tented in front of his chin and a toothpick dangling between his lips.

Most NCIS agents and several government officials were at the funeral of the late NCIS Director, Jenny Shepard. This would be the only time Director Vance could meet with the agent without risk of a certain someone disturbing them. The agent in front of his desk stood with their hands collapsed behind their back, face blank as they stared ahead.

“Agent Gibbs isn’t going to be happy about this, Director.”

“His happiness isn’t a factor in this.”

“Of course not, Sir, but no one can deny his talents. He’s known as many things, a bastard for one.” Director Vance let out a snort, leaning back in his chair. “But a great agent as another. He’s going to know something’s up.”

“Agent Gibbs isn’t your concern,” Director Vance said, moving to stand from his seat. He moved from behind the desk, handing the agent a manila folder. “They are.” He went across the room as they flipped the folder open. “Keep your cover intact and your objective unknown, and I don’t foresee there being a problem.” The agent continued flipping through the folder, eyes carefully reading each word of the pages. “If, for any reason, you should think Agent Gibbs suspects a thing, or either of them, you come directly to me. Understood?” The agent turned their head, snapping the folder shut.

“Yes, Sir.”

***

“Agent Gibbs, meet your new team.” Director Vance handed Agent Gibbs three confidential files. He turned to Agents DiNozzo and McGee and Officer David and dismissed them from his office. They reluctantly left to clear out their desks, thinking hard of their new roles. Agent Gibbs sat down at the Director’s table, opening the first folder.

Agent Brent Langer had transferred back to NCIS, leaving the FBI in the dust. Gibbs furrowed his brow; the two didn’t always see eye-to-eye, or maybe they did and were just too stubborn to back down. Either way, Gibbs knew Langer, and Langer liked to play by his own rules-- the whole reason Gibbs wasn’t too upset when he transferred over to the FBI in the first place.

Gibbs flipped the second file open and nearly laughed. Agent Michelle Lee did have some field training, but according to DiNozzo, she was better suited in the legal department. She was smart with great connections, but she did everything by the book. She was too honest for her own good, and that wouldn’t always, if ever, mesh well with Gibbs.

Flipping open the last file, Gibbs was met with someone he didn’t recognize: Agent Aurora Baker. He held the file away from his face to read her file. Well-liked by her colleagues, the one’s who were able to have contact with her, no disciplinary issues, but deep cover agents get a lot more leeway than regular agents. Out of the three files, hers was the smallest. He didn’t like vague information.

He pushed the files away slightly. He didn’t want a new team. He wanted his team, but the look on Director Vance’s face said there wasn’t going to be a discussion about his new team. At least not today.

It was bright and early the next day when Gibb’s new team arrived at his bullpen. Agent Langer and Agent Lee he immediately recognized. Both stood awkwardly as they waited for Gibbs to speak. He glanced around and spotted brunette hair bent over Ziva’s desk. His hope was crushed when he saw Agent Baker’s face instead of Ziva’s.

She was setting a picture frame when she glanced up, her thin, almond-shaped eyes meeting his briefly. She gave him a quick nod before going back to setting up the desk to her liking.

Gibbs didn’t know what to say to his new team. Suck-up Michelle Lee, fast-and-loose Brent Langer, and the mysterious Aurora Baker. He narrowed his eyes slightly. He hated mysteries.

Or more accurately, he hated change. This wasn’t just an exchange of agents, this was losing a family in favor of agents that seemed to mix together as well as water and oil. The desks had barely been barren for twenty-four hours before Agent Baker had begun making herself comfortable.

Gibbs moved around to his own desk, watching as Agent Baker set more photographs on the desk. She smiled at one picture, a younger version of her with her arm wrapped around a young blonde girl. More pictures from mostly her childhood, several of them with her mother. None of a father. He tilted his head slightly, watching as she ignored his gaze. He turned to Agents Langer and Lee who were still standing awkwardly.

“Get comfortable.” He gestured to the desk. They immediately scrambled to the other two desks, Agent Langer to Tony’s desk and Agent Lee to Tim’s.

Gibbs glanced up to where Director Vance was watching. His face was stone as his hand rested on the terrace, a toothpick in his mouth. Gibbs said nothing but took a seat, watching the agents. Langer was rifling through the few things Tony left behind, putting his own nonsense on the desk and in the drawers. Lee had very little to put on the desk, keeping a bare and minimalistic style, much like McGee.

A sentimental action caught the corner of his eye. Aurora was running her thumb across one of her picture frames, but there was no smile on her face, no hint of fondness or nostalgia. She opened the top left drawer, setting the picture inside before shutting and locking the drawer.

His phone buzzed and he answered it without checking the caller. Abby’s loud screeching pierced his ear, causing him to jerk the phone away. She continued to ramble incoherently into the phone as he glanced around the bullpen. Lee and Langer were focused on their desks, ignoring Gibbs and his phone call.

He turned to Aurora who was staring directly at him, one of her brows raised. Her eyes flickered from his face to his phone, to the back elevator before landing back on his face. The corner of her mouth lifted slightly as she turned to the computer on her desk.

She pulled up a blank document and began typing, watching from the corner of her eye as Gibbs disappeared to the back elevator. Happy was not a word she would have used to describe Gibbs. Perpetually vexed, abnormally quiet, calculating, sure, but not happy.

She opened her bottom right drawer, lifting up the bottom to reveal a secret compartment. She pulled out a manila folder, rereading through the two agent profiles hidden within. She took a deep breath, placing it back into the safety of its hidden spot.

She glanced up to where Director Vance was still standing, toothpick still in his mouth as he stared at her, or more specifically, at where the folder was hidden. She released her deep breath, turning her attention to Agent Langer and Lee. Both self-absorbed enough to not notice her piercing gaze.

One of them was a traitor to their agency, their country, and themselves. She needed to figure out which one it was quickly. News of a traitor could cause a bigger scandal and disaster than Robert Hanssen. And it rested on her to stop it.

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