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slutforsilverfoxes · 6 months

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Breaking Free

[A/N: I’m driving home for my externship (and Thanksgiving!) so you know what that means- too much time on the road to daydream 🙃 Pls enjoy Gibbs being an infuriating slut]

Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x female reader

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You repeatedly pat your boyfriend’s arm, pointing to his left at a sign that’s sure to snag you the win of your road trip competition. It’s become an annual tradition to pass the time by finding the most outrageous billboards on your way to Thanksgiving with your parents and Jethro’s father in Pennsylvania.

“That’s gotta be the best one,” you say confidently. “It even has a handcuff reference for you!”

The large sign promises that if you’re Shackled by LUST? then Jesus can FREE you.

Jethro grunts by way of acknowledgment then poses, “You scream oh my god a lot when I’m inside you- d’ya think that counts?”

“Not, like, a lot a lot,” you protest ever so eloquently, incensed by the smirk blooming on his face and his clever avoidance of admitting defeat.

Clearly your darling boyfriend takes that as a challenge.

The hand resting on your denim clad thigh begins creeping higher and you cut your eyes over to Jethro to find his focus is still dutifully on the expanse of highway ahead. “Whatcha doin’ there, Jay?”

“Driving,” he answers easily, hand moving higher yet. The corner of his lips visible to you arches upward when he meets the cool metal of the button on your jeans, but his smile falters when he fumbles to get it open. “Little help here?”

Raising one eyebrow, you counter, “You wanna prove a point, you put in the work, mister.”

He huffs out a breath, then twists his wrist and finally succeeds in popping the button open with a triumphant laugh. Jethro doesn’t even bother to try with the zipper after that; he simply shoves his hand into your pants so the zipper gets forced down its track.

You gasp when his fingers slide through your folds, and Jethro produces a quiet growl in the back of his throat when he finds you already wet for him. That sound alone has you moaning out a low, “Oh my god,” and your boyfriend outright laughs at you while his middle finger circles your clit. “That was only once- oh fuck, oh my god- okay, twice, you jerk,” you feebly defend yourself.

Jethro sinks two fingers knuckle deep into your pussy with an amused hum, and you slap your palm against the roof of the truck while crying out a third iteration of the deity-invoking phrase. “I can’t- oh fuck me- stand you sometimes,” you bite out, lifting your hips to help Jethro’s fingers slip in and out of you with ease.

“Good thing you’re sitting then,” he fires back, chancing a glance away from the road to smirk at you.

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth in a feeble attempt to muffle your cries, but Jethro brushes his palm over your clit while curling his fingers and another breathy, “Oh my god,” slips out of your traitorous mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” your boyfriend praises you, no longer bothering to mask his delight. “Free yourself from those shackles.”

A laugh punches out of you that morphs into a wanton moan when he curls his fingers again, and your cries rise higher and higher in pitch until you’re clenching around Jethro’s fingers, calling out a litany of curses with a healthy dose of his name mixed in. You drop back into the seat, boneless, with a final, “Oh my god.”

Jethro slips his slick-coated fingers out of your still throbbing cunt and points out your window to another billboard flying by, then runs his sinful tongue along his fingers, groaning at your taste. “I’m always right,” he asserts with a content hum, “and I win.”

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novamariestark · 5 months

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Slip of the Tongue - Alden Parker

Summary: You accidentally call Alden his pet name in front of the team

Warnings: None, except maybe, use of a pet name

Word count: 1681

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Alden Parker x reader

[A/N] I've been working on this for weeks and it didn't really end up as well as I pictured it in my head but I am happy that my lazyass brain let me write something.

You hadn’t meant to say it. It was an accident. Just a slip of the tongue. You knew for sure that Nick was never going to let you live this down.

You and Alden have been together for about six months and for the sake of your professional relationship, you kept it secret. At least you did. It didn’t take an investigator to figure it out.

You all hadn’t long come back from a crime scene and whilst you were there, you spotted someone suspicious. His body language set him apart from all the other onlookers. That’s when Gibbs’ voice popped into your mind.

Rule 35: Always watch the watchers.

You were the team’s profiler and one of the best. Many agents came by and asked for your thoughts on possible motives or to observe an interrogation. Your journey into psychology and profiling began when you were just 15 years old. When you met Ducky. At that time, he was in the middle of his pursuit of his master’s degree in psychology. The world of the human mind had held a certain mystique that had captivated you from the start, just as much as Ducky's stories did.

When Ducky decided to retire as ME, he personally chose you and Jimmy as his successors. You initially apprehensive about taking that role given the size of the shoes you had to fill but Ducky believed that you were both more than capable to do the job. As it turned out, he was right. As usual.

When you got back to your desk, you immediately started to investigate the onlooker you had seen. You started to run him through facial recognition hoping to find something. Whilst you were waiting for a hit, you looked through the crime scene photos, looking for something you may have missed when you took the photo.

A little over an hour later, your computer beeped, and like meerkats, the team all looked up from their tasks.

“Ooh, sounds like [Y/N] has something,”

You shook your head, you hadn’t found anything, just the name of the onlooker, “No, it’s just an e-mail, ignore it,”

The team exchanged glances but didn’t push any further. You turned your attention to your “e-mail” and began scouring databases, cross-referencing information, and followed his digital trails, determined to find out if he had anything to do with it.

Soon you find out that he’s got a lengthy list of offences, violent ones, “McGee?” you spoke up, shifting in your seat to look at him.

“Yeah?” he asked looking away from his screen giving you his full attention.

“Have you looked into the wife yet?” you asked, leaning back in your chair.

McGee couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't tell me you're following Tony's logic," he teased, referring to their former colleague's penchant for the saying, "It's always the spouse."

You joined in the laughter, shaking your head. "No, just wondering. I mean, I could if you're busy,"

McGee scrunched his eyebrows at you, “Okay, what are you working on over there?” he asked getting increasingly curious.

You glanced around the room and noticed that the entire team had turned their attention to you. You sighed and then looked back at Tim. "Rule 35," you said simply.

“Really? Someone set off your spidey sense?” he asked, you nodded in response.

“Care to share?” Alden asked, “What’s rule 35?”

You chewed your lip, would he be annoyed you kept this to yourself? You opened your mouth to answer but McGee beat you to it.

“Uh, Gibbs’ rule 35. Always watch the watchers,” he explained.

“I uh, saw a man in the crowd of onlookers. His body language was different than everyone else,” you explained further, “It was just a hunch, if it led anywhere, I would tell you guys,”

“And did it?” Alden asked, standing up from his desk and walking over to yours. You looked up at him. Sometimes you wondered how you managed to concentrate at all with how damn sexy he was. All. The. Time. But you did.

“Um, the guy I saw has a restraining order against him by a Naomi Fisher,” you shrugged, “I know that’s the first name of the victim’s wife and…” you stopped when you saw a look on his face, one you couldn’t decipher. Not that you’d tell Nick that, “I’m sorry, I just thought that it was suspicious, I should have told you,” you looked down at your hands on the desk, at the keyboard, anywhere away from his eyes. Beside you, you could hear the clacking of McGee’s keyboard.

“Naomi Wilkes’ maiden name is Fisher,” he spoke up with a laugh.

“Oh, come on,” Torres groaned playfully from the other side of you, “How am I supposed to kiss ass if you’re always using your superpowers?”

Alden smiled at you, “Good job,” he said before turning to walk away.

“Thanks, daddy,” you said, immediately clasping your hands over your mouth. Alden stops dead in his tracks.

The office fell into a stunned silence, and the team's jaws dropped making it clear that they had caught your slip up. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you realized what you had just said. Oh shit. Why did you say that? Because he praised you? Was that your weakness?

What the hell, of course it is. You were surprised you lasted this long.

You quickly looked at Alden, "I'm sorry, Alden,"

He gave you a subtle, reassuring smile, “It’s alright, [Y/N]”

Jess exchanged a knowing glance with Tim, who wore a subtle grin and Nick was trying and failing to suppress his laugh.

“Okay, stay focused still got a case to solve. Everyone back to what they were doing,” Alden said returning to his desk, “[Y/N], create a profile on your onlooker,” he said with a smile.

You smiled back, “Sure,”

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You delved into both his and Naomi’s background, their relationship going as far back as pre teen years. They dated, he got multiple arrests and she filed a restraining order against him 5 years ago after he almost killed her little brother. He is currently out on parole. You found the number of his officer and rang them up. After the call you find that he’s missed his appointment with his parole officer and can’t be found. You decided to call metro and ask if they could place some officers outside Naomi Wilkes house just in case he returned.

“Okay, I’m done,” you said standing up, you faintly hear Nick mumble ‘this’ll be good,’ he enjoyed watching you analyse things, as did everyone else. Especially Alden, he found it completely sexy.

“His name is Jon Milton. He was recently released from prison on parole however his parole officer doesn’t know where he is. Anyway, he has an obsessive fixation on Naomi. He is unable to accept the end of their relationship. This is a possible motive for the murder of Craig Wilkes, likely an attempt to regain control over her and may even be punishment for her moving on. He’s narcissistic, he believes he is entitled to her affection, her love, her loyalty. He sees her choices as a direct threat to his self-esteem and he reacts with anger and violence to reassert his dominance. He has a violent history which indicates that he has often resorted to aggression as a means of gaining control. He’s delusional. He’s convinced himself that killing Naomi’s husband was the only way to regain her affections. He also exhibits psychopathic traits. He’s lacking empathy or remorse for his actions. His return to the crime scene to watch Naomi grieve her husband's death demonstrates sadistic tendencies. He derives pleasure from her pain and relishes in his own cruel actions,” you finished your presentation of your findings and looked to everyone.

“I believe he did it,” you added, nodding your head to his picture on the screen, “I also believe he will continue to harm those near her. I called Metro and asked them to have officers posted outside her house,”

As the team mobilized to verify your hunch about the onlooker being the murderer, your investigation took a turn. McGee began combing through stolen car reports, cross-referencing them with camera footage from the victim's neighborhood. Soon, on one of the cameras, he spotted the stolen car, parked on the same street as the victim's residence.

Meanwhile, Kasie, the team's forensic expert, was hard at work analyzing evidence from the crime scene. She finally came across all the prints you pulled from the porch banister. Kasie ran it through the database. It matched the onlooker's known prints. This was another piece of the puzzle falling into place.

As you all pieced together these findings, your phone rang. Your BOLO alert had come back. The onlooker had just been spotted a few streets away from his ex's house. You thanked the man and immediately called the officers that were sat outside her house to warn them and let them know they were on their way.

“He’s just been spotted a few streets away from the Wilkes’ house,”

“Alright let’s move,” Alden said as he started gearing up.

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Later that night, after you all got back after arresting Milton, you were all back in the bullpen. McGee was getting ready to leave. So were Jess and Nick, but they all noticed that you and Alden weren’t moving.

“So, uh,” Torres spoke up, “Was he playing with his plants or…”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” you laughed at him.

“Yeah, please don’t,” McGee begged.

“Okay, okay,” he said walking away, towards the elevator, “Don’t stay up too late!” he called over before the doors shut.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, you knew he wanted to keep it a secret. Well not so much a secret, just he preferred to keep your professional relationship and your personal relationship separate.

“Don’t worry about it,” Alden reassured you again, “At least you don’t have to come up with all these different lies anymore. When Torres asks you to hang out you can just say you’d rather hang out with me,”

#reader insert #female reader #alden parker #alden parker imagine #alden parker x reader #ncis x reader #ncis

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n-evermores · 11 months

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This Love is Ours (2/2)

A/N: This was a request from an anon. I was so excited to get it. I never thought of writing a part two for my first Alden Parker request, and honestly, I didn't even name that story! So I decided to give it a name now that it has a part two. Thank you anon for the request! Hope you enjoy. (This can be read without reading part 1) I was a little inspired by the chorus of “Ours” by TS for this one.

Pairing: Alden Parker x fem!reader

Summary: You and Parker swear you're keeping your budding romance a secret, but it's starting to become a little obvious to those around you. Especially Parker's dad, Roman.

Genre/Warnings: Romance, fluff, May-December romance

Word Count: 1500+

Part One

With your budding romance growing ever so swiftly, it was hard holding back, but you couldn’t say you didn’t put any effort into keeping your hands off your boyfriend. When he was in touching distance it was all too tempting to hold his hand, twist your arms around his waist, or simply kiss his cheek in passing.

Alden must have felt the same way because your elbow or the small of your back was his go-to spot to touch you when in close vicinity. He tried to make it look inconspicuous, but people were starting to notice, and by people, you meant your team.

The first person to notice was Kasie. You were standing in her lab with Alden. You both were listening to her long-winded spill when you felt Alden’s hand touch the small of your back. It was a subtle gesture, and you half wondered if he even noticed he did it. His hand slid up and down your spine as he leaned closer to Kasie’s screen. That's when she saw. Her curious brown eyes flickered down to his hand. Her eyes met yours and you offered her an uneasy smile.

“What was that?” She asked as soon as your boyfriend left the lab.

You just shrugged it off, shaking your head, “I have no idea what you're talking about.” You said.

Kasie wasn't the only person you had to gaslight. Jess was the next person to see something between you and Alden. You were in the evidence garage gearing up. He was struggling with a particularly stubborn strap and you reached out to help him with his bulletproof vest. He watched you eagerly as you tugged it down, fitting it to his body. He smiled, his eyes lighting up as your hands grazed his waist. You smirked, knowing what was going through his head.

“Down boy, we have a case to solve.” You murmured. He thumbed your cheek quickly before moving aside to finish putting on his gear. You could feel the weight of someone’s gaze and turned to see Jess gaping at you.

“What?” You asked, feigning ignorance at her gawking stare.

“Did I just hear and see what I think I did?”

“Depends what do you think you heard and saw?”

“Were you two flirting?”

You gave her an incredulous look and scoffed, “What? No. Never.” You shook your head before walking past her, “that’s crazy.” You added before heading toward the elevator.

Tim and Nick noticed you two flirting one day while out on a crime scene. Alden playfully took a picture of you with his personal camera. He brought it for the birds, but you were his real muse. You placed your chin on his shoulder, watching him scroll through the pictures of you, telling you his favorites. You glanced up and immediately removed yourself from Alden. Tim and Nick were staring, and instead of saying anything to you, they just exchanged a knowing glance with one another.

You may have been careless with your team, but you both tried very hard to keep it from his dad. At least for now. Your romance was new, and you enjoyed keeping it to yourselves for the time being. But considering Roman was kicked out of his retirement home, he was staying with Alden which meant keeping your little love affair a secret was starting to become a lot more difficult.

You sat next to Alden on the green couch in his greenhouse, while Roman sat in the chair across from you. You were eating pastries from one of Alden’s favorite places. Roman didn’t outwardly question your presence there, but you knew he silently wondered why you were always with his son. Alden couldn’t always use the same excuse as before, but his dad treated you kindly regardless.

“How do you like bird watching?” Roman asked you, although you couldn’t help but think there was an agenda behind his question.

“I enjoy it!” You grinned, your eyes meeting with Alden’s briefly. “I learned a lot. Your son is quite the encyclopedia sometimes.” You giggled.

“Yeah if he would have put all that energy into a navy career, he could have become a fine officer.”

“I lov—like him the way he is.” You said suddenly. You didn’t want to step on Roman’s toes, but you would defend Alden at any given chance. Your near slip-up didn’t go unnoticed by either of the Parker men. You ignored Alden’s glance, knowing he would bring it up later. Neither of you said “I love you” yet, but in truth, you did love him.

Roman gave you a closed-mouthed smile, his eyes flashing over you curiously. You knew he was very aware of your crush on his son. The day he realized was the very day Alden found out too. You could never quite tell from their conversation if Roman approved of it or not. You had your suspicions that he felt Alden was too old for you.

“I do too. Believe it or not.” Roman said just as Alden escaped to the kitchen. You smiled at his dad, knowing he really did love Alden for who he was despite his disappointment in his career choices. He probably wouldn't admit it, but it was obvious he was proud of him regardless.

“Still no boyfriend?” The old man teased you again. “As I said before–you won't find one hanging out with Alden all the time.”

You adored Roman, but it was so typical of men his age to ask about a young woman's love life. As is having a boyfriend was the be-all and end-all. You did have one, but that wasn't the point. You let a small sigh escape your lips as if to respond accordingly.

“Dad, stop with the nosey questions.” Alden chimed in as he moved in to sit next to you again. You threw him a thankful glance before Roman gladly changed the subject. The three of you talked about a lot of random things and you found yourself feeling more comfortable as the conversation went on. You glanced up at Alden as he laughed between stuffing his mouth with more sweets. You smiled fondly at him, watching the corner of his eyes crinkle with every smile and laugh.

Suddenly as if you forgot Roman was in the room, you reached out to brush your thumb across the corner of Alden’s mouth. He was talking to you and that's when you noticed a little pastry crumb there. His eyes locked with yours as the warmth of your hand grazed his now-flushed skin.

You both simultaneously tore your eyes from each other and you immediately dropped your hand from his face. When you looked Roman’s way he was giving the most bombastic side-eye you've ever seen. In fact, it was so obvious, one would swear he invented the entire concept.

Not wanting to embarrass either of you, he continued with the conversation as if nothing happened. You knew the embarrassment was written all over your face, but you carried on anyway as if Roman didn't just witness what he did.

Alden gathered everyone's plates before making his way into the kitchen. You excused yourself and followed not far behind him. You entered the kitchen to see Alden washing the dishes. You bit your lip, smiling through your teeth. He shook his head before drying his hands and reaching for you. You moved closer, allowing him to wrap his hands around your wrists.

“Two slip-ups.” He chuckled.

“I know, I didn't mean to—” You paused, your eyes dancing with curiosity. “Wait two?”

“Mhm. You almost said you loved me. Or did I hear that wrong?”

You released an uneasy laugh, “Um well, I—” You exhaled a shaky breath. Alden’s eyes gentled with love and darkened with lust all at once.

He leaned into your neck, his nose brushing against your throat, “Well, is that true?” He murmured against your flushed skin.

“I–” You began, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything. Instead, you exhaled a shaky breath in response. He chuckled, before placing an open-mouthed kiss against the side of your neck. You melted against him and his hands slid to your waist.

He leaned back enough to catch your gaze. “I love you too.” He said before placing his lips to yours. One of his hands moved to cup your face while the other slid around your back and you found your body flush against his.

“I knew it.”

You pulled apart, both of you turning to see Roman standing there. He didn't seem surprised and there was no judgment in his voice. He just wanted you to know he knew. He shook his head in amusement before walking out, muttering something about “bird-watching and getting the ladies,” but you weren't entirely sure.

You glanced up at Alden and he scoffed, “Well, looks like we've been found out.”

“Good because I don't want to stop doing this.” You said before reeling him back in and kissing him again. Your kiss deepened and you suddenly felt the counter behind you and Alden’s hands on your waist. He lifted you onto the counter, never breaking apart from your mouth.

“I'm still just right here, y'know!” You heard Roman shout from the greenhouse. You both pulled back into laughter, knowing you had to stop anyway. Alden gave you one more little kiss on the lips before the two of you joined Roman in the greenhouse once again.

At the end of the day, you didn't care what anyone thought. This love was yours and no one else's.

#alden parker x reader #ncis x reader #alden parker #alden parker imagine #ncis imagine #alden parker reader insert #alden parker x female reader #alden parker x you #tw: may-december romance

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ssanovak · 1 year

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Characters & Fandoms I write for;

I am willing to write pairing fics of a character x reader, or general scenario fics with reader inserts.

Reader will be male with he/him pronouns as a default, so please specify if you’d like a female or gender neutral reader!

I will write LGBTQ+ and straight readers & pairings, just let me know what kind of thing you want in your request! I will not write smut.

I am Autistic and have ADHD, I will happily write either of these into fics.

I will write mental health issues, I personally suffer from OCD, CPTSD, Depression, and have previously dealt with ED tendencies, so I can write those with relative ease, request other mental health stuff and I’ll give it a go if I can or let you know if I don’t feel able to write it.

Characters not on my list are probably either not there because I don’t feel I know the character well enough to write them or am not comfortable writing them as pairings, but it’s always worth checking just in case I forgot to add someone!

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner (Hotch)

Jason Gideon

David Rossi (Dave)

Jennifer Jareau (JJ)

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

NCIS

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Anthony DiNozzo Jr. (Tony)

Timothy McGee

Abby Sciuto

Jimmy Palmer

Ziva David

Ellie Bishop

Nick Torres

BBC Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Mycroft Holmes

Greg Lestrade

James Moriarty (Jim)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Crowley

I will probably add more characters as I get further into shows I am watching or if I find a new fandom to obsess over! Have fun writing requests!

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nerdyfangirl67 · 3 years

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Pairing: Gibbs x fem!reader

A/N: Here is is @madamsnape921 ! I hope you enjoy it (this was a great idea for a Gibbs fic!) 😁

20. “Fuck being friends.”

Warnings: language

The rain pounded against the windshield as you slowly navigated your way home, trying to stay on the road, while keeping out of the way of the seemingly faster moving cars.

You bit your lip as you narrowly miss sliding into one of the road markers. “Shit.” You spit out, fed up with the spring storms and the slick roads, which was only adding to your already long day.

After finding a spot on the side of the road, you pull over, knowing you weren’t going to try to make it any further until the rain let up a bit. You grab your phone, intent on calling a cab, and then Abby (the two of you had a standing girls’ night every month and you didn’t want her to worry), but a ‘no service’ warning flashes at you.

“Crap.” You mutter, irritation coursing through you as one more thing is added to your day.

An hour later and the rain hadn’t let up a bit, in fact, it sounded as though it was coming down harder now than it had been when you stopped. You let out a heavy sigh, knowing your plans of getting home at a decent time, taking a long, hot shower and having a home-cooked meal (the first in days) were probably not going to happen. As you sat there though, your mind kept coming back to Leroy Jethro Gibbs, a man who, over the past three years, you’d fallen hopelessly in love with.

A man who, during that time had shown you just what it takes to be a great NCIS agent. A man who, despite his somewhat cold exterior, was actually one of the kindest and most loyal people you knew. A man who had seen, and experienced, the darkness the world had to offer and still kept on living.

A knock sounds on your window and you hiss out a curse as your hand flies to your holstered weapon. Standing outside your car, in the pouring rain, is Jethro. You push open your door enough to be able to hear him.

“Jethro?” You call out, still not quite sure if you were seeing him or if you’re imagination was playing tricks on you again.

“Grab your stuff. I’ll give you a ride home.” He answers gruffly, water dripping from his silvery hair down his face. His blue eyes shone out like a lighthouse beacon, almost as if they were calling you home. “We can get your car tomorrow.”

You quickly grab your stuff, pull the keys out of the ignition and locking the doors before scurrying after Jethro to his car. By the time you’re sitting in the passenger seat you are dripping wet.

You turn towards him, your mouth open to thank him but the look in his eyes stop you. A steely conviction hardens his eyes, something you’d never seen before in his gaze. His hand slowly, but confidently, reaches towards your forehead to brush a wet strand of hair away from your eyes.

The moment his large hand touches you, it’s like a zap of electricity hits you. Before you even know what you’re doing, you find yourself leaning forward to close the space between you, kissing him hard on the mouth in an attempt to convey to him the feelings you’d never admitted out loud. He kisses you back, his warm lips moving against yours until you pull away. He doesn’t say anything as he brushes a finger against your lips, his all-knowing eyes searching yours.

“Fuck being friends.” You whisper softly. “I want to be able to do that all the time.”

A small smirk grows on his face as he leans in to press a much more sedate kiss to your lips. “We can make that happen.”

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They say everything happens for a reason and you had to think that was true. Had you not stopped on the side of the road that night, you might never have summed up the courage to tell Jethro you loved him. You might never have thrown caution into the wind and kissed him. But now, thanks to that spring storm (and your poor cell reception), you’d have Jethro as much more than a friend.

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floraltypes · 3 years

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thank you so much! for over 200 followers!!!!

due to this special occasion… i’ll be taking requests based on this prompt list

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and i write for ……

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(and you may request others, just a smaller chance of doing them unless i know of them!)

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theagenttagteam · 6 years

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Two marines are better than one

Pairing Gibbs x reader

8 months, three weeks, 5 days, 12 hours and 30 minutes.

That is how long you had been away from D.C. You had been sent over to Afganistan with your team for your 5th tour this year most of them had been only 2 weeks one being a month but you were needed longer this time. Being a Marine was your whole life you had a few medals and worked your way up to being in charge of your own team. There was 8 of you in total you never replaced people when they left or if they died you just kept the team the same. Well except for Luna the team's German shepherd.

It had been a long tour and everyone was quite glad to be going home. So when you arrived at the base you waited until you had seen off each of your team, made sure the paperwork was filed, got together your things before heading over to the navy yard in your truck with Luna at your side.

Getting into NCIS was easy they all knew you by now each remembering that you were a current Marine yet you spent your time off helping NCIS or your team. As you waited in the elevator with Luna sat by your feet you thought about how odd it was going to be seeing Gibbs and the team after spending almost 9 months away. The last time you went on a long tour like that you had not met Gibbs and you were married it was meant to be your last tour as you were gonna stop to raise your daughter, you were away for 10 months that time. Looking back you can see how much has changed you never did get to keep your happy family or leave the Marines, I guess that part of your life was not meant to stay.

The ding of the elevator brought you out of your thoughts and on to the current situation. Walking out of the elevator still in your uniform a few cuts on your face that had not healed yet Luna at your side with her own vest on, people started clapping as you walked past. There Marine was home. The clapping alerted the team and the others who were stood in the bullpen so turning around they spotted you walking into the bullpen with Luna at your side.

“Welcome home Sergeant (L/N)” Director Shepard calls from the stairs. Looking up you salute her before replying “It’s good to be home, it was a tough tour we almost didn’t make it back this time.” You replied honestly. She smiled at you before going up the stairs to her office before getting attacked by Abby. “Jesus Abs.” yo say as you stumble back slightly “ I missed you so much and OMG the dog is so cute. are you ok, you seem ok are you ok...” “ I am fine Abby relax and I missed you too just relax ok I'm here and I am absolutely fine promise.” As you scan the crowd you see Ducky, Tony, Mcgee, someone who you are guessing is Ziva the probie, Palmer and Gibbs. Letting a soft sigh out you brake the hug with Abby going round and hugging everyone introducing yourself to Ziva and all to soon your stood in front of Gibbs.

“You good?” Gibbs asks his hand cupping your cheek as he runs a finger gently over the cut on your eyebrow. “mmhhm, are you good, my Marine?” He chuckles softly at that he forgot how much he had missed you these past months not sure if you were gonna come back to him or not. Now he knows how Shannon must have felt when he was going off. “Just glad your home safe.”

Everyone watched you two interact you had both lost your families and had gone through a lot of trauma so seeing you to interact being this close to each other despite all of the pain and the hurt it really made everyone smile.

You finally pulled him into a hug not caring anymore you missed him like crazy. “ I missed you so much Jethro, God I love you.” Neither of you had ever said that phrase but you didn’t care any more he needed to know. “ I love you too,” Gibbs says pulling you tighter and closer against him well kissing the top of your head. Pulling away slightly you look at him mischief in your eyes “ So you didn’t miss me how rude. Yall be here and I’ve been away and you didn’t miss me, well I’m hurt.” Gibbs looked at you slightly amused “But two marines are always better than one “ you say laughing as you escape out of his grip picking up his case file and reading it over. “ It’s the step-dad he liked the friend they got in a fight about it he killed the girl and tried to blame the kid but killed him too, “ you said smiling at Gibbs as he comes over, taking the file from you and putting it back on his desk before picking you up and kissing you.

Not a normal kiss no an absolutely mind-blowing, breathtaking kiss that leaves you panting as he brakes the kiss. “ Does that show you how much I missed you, Serge,” Gibbs asks a smirk on his face. With that, you put one hand into his hair and yank him down to your level slamming your lips on to his shocking him this time and leaving him slightly dazed as you bite his lip softly as you part. Fornell and Pride who had come in while Gibbs was running his finger over your cut laugh before Pride starts cheering “ You go (Y/N) you get him girl make me proud” This causes both you and Gibbs to laugh as you both stand sideways still holding each other close so you can see your team. No, your Family clearly. Luna is sat by Abby quite happy with her tail wagging furiously.

“Bring it in you guys” with that everyone crowds around for a group hug. And just as the moment is good Tony interrupts it “ HA to Marines are better than one suck it bad guys” causing you all to laugh and tony to get a Gibbs slap from the man himself only for him to get one from you.

Family Can be anyone it all depends on the people, not the blood.

Hey, guys, this was a long one but how would you feel about a smut one it is all up to you guys but send me some requests as I’m bored and creatively active. It can be for anything from Marvel, Sherlock, NCIS, a Celebrity to a movie. send them in

#ncis #ncis x reader #reader x gibbs #reader x leroy jethro gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs #pride #tony dinozzo #ziva david #timothy mcgee #marine #reader insert #reader is female #abby sciuto #ducky mallard

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Discontinued Fandoms - Masterlist

These are the links for Fandoms I no longer write for on this blog.

Some have their own Masterlists, which are linked, and some have the individual links for everything written.

Here is my Main Masterlist

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Seperate Masterlists:

Bones

The Librarians

MacGyver (Reboot)

NCIS & NCIS LA

The Man From UNCLE

Supernatural

Teen Wolf

Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts

Criminal Minds

Doctor Who

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Individual Links:

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The Boys

Fic: Hughie Campbell x GN!Reader: ‘Make the Most of It’; (cute/fluff)

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The Musketeers (BBC)

Gif Imagine: ‘Being the first ever female musketeer’

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Rizzoli and Isles

Gif Imagines:

'Working with Rizzoli and Isles, and dating Kent' ‘Being Maura’s cousins and being on the team’

Headcanons: ‘Jane finding out the reader is dating Frankie’

Castle

Kevin Ryan

Gif Imagine: ‘Being Castles sister and dating Ryan’

Oneshot: ‘The tender ache when you press against bruises’

DCU

Justice League:

Gif Imagine: ‘Imagine having wings..being a member of the league'

The Flash

Drabble: Cisco Ramon “I dare you to kiss me”

Supergirl:

Gif Imagine: Begin Barry’s twin and crushing on Winn

Jurassic World

Owen Grady

Gif Imagine - ‘Being the triceratops keeper and Owens s/o’

Headcanons:

‘Sex Headcanon’ - 18+/NSFW

‘Sex with Owen’ ^different from above; 18+/NSFW

Two Part Fic:

‘Could Be Worse - Part One’ ‘Could Be Worse - Part Two’

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Narnia

Gif Imagine - ‘Being an immortal; greeting the Pevensies when they return’

Peter Pevensie

Headcanons - ‘Dating Peter’

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - ‘Jealous’

Edmund Pevensie

Headcanons - ‘Dating Edmund’

Drabbles/Oneshots:

‘It’s weird how we’ve been friends for so long and never...’

‘Their pickup line wasn’t as good as any of mine...’

‘Why is your hand on my butt?’

Prince Caspian

Gif Imagine - ‘Imagine being a better fighter than Caspian’

Percy Jackson

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - ‘First Kiss’

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - ‘Crush Confession’

Luke Castellan

Headcanons:

‘Romantic Headcanons’

‘Luke having a crush on you’

Tyson

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - ‘Breakfast in Bed’

Alice in Wonderland (Live Action)

Gif Imagine: ‘Imagine being the Queen’s other sister...’

Maleficent

Gif Imagine - ‘Being Maleficents sibling...reuniting years later’

Headcanons: Taking care of Diaval when he’s sick

Cinderella (2015)

Prince Kit

Gif Imagines:

‘Imagine meeting Prince Kit at the ball’

‘Imagine Kit falling in love with you’

Drabbles/Oneshots:

‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘Carving Pumpkins’

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deeranger · 3 years

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Fic Writer Questions!

@oddsocksandstuff tagged me in this, thank you so much, sweetie! ❤️

1) How many works do you have on AO3? I’ve got 40 so far (of which 25 are SPN fics). There’s more to come!

2) What’s your total AO3 word count? 486,667, apparently. That tells me each of my fics has an average wordcount of 12,166.675… Seems about right. I was never any good at keeping things short.

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? Uhh… On AO3 I’ve written for Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, X-men (Cherik) and McFassy (James McAvoy/Michael Fassbender). But I’ve written a lot when I was younger that has never made it online, including NCIS, Pirates of the Caribbean, and lots of weird one-shorts starring everyone from Michael J. Fox to Kevin Sorbo from “Hercules: The Legendary Journeys”. 🤨

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos? “A Lesson to be Taught” – an SPN Wincest pwp fic where a dominant Dean fucks (and spanks) Sam and they discover that Dean apparently has a daddy!kink. Comes with a photo manipulation too! There be dick.

“Taking Game” – a semi-dark medieval Cherik (Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr from X-men) AU. Basically, Charles is a poacher hunting on king Erik’s land to his great dismay. And so, he’s captured and gets the choice between losing his life or serving the king for a bit… Dubcon and smut ensues. “Only Like This” – a little SPN Wincest dub-con fic about hopelessly pining Dean doping Sam just so he can touch and kiss his oblivious little brother. It’s okay. Sam won’t remember when he comes to. “It’s Only Carnal” – A dark SPN Wincest noncon fic where soulless!Sam needs to blow off some steam. And when it comes to carnal activities his brother isn’t exactly a novice – so why not use Dean’s body to make them both feel good? “Demonized” – a long and dark af SPN noncon fic written in collaboration with the awesome @palishere. Sam is captured by some nasty demons who use him to lure in his brother. At first it seems the demonic scumbags are just really perverted and have a weakness for sexual torture, but they turn out to have ulterior motives…

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not? Yes, always. I think it can be a bit demotivating for a reader to leave a comment and get zero response – and so, they might not bother to comment on the next fic. At least, that’s how I feel personally. And besides, I really want to let readers know that I appreciate them taking the time and effort to actually tell me what they think.

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Oufff… Seriously? How can I possibly pick just one when 99.8 percent of my fics are not only dark af but have gut-wrenching ambiguous endings as well? I, err… I’m gonna have to think really hard about this one, hold on… *Insert buzzing cicada sound*… Uhh… Well, I guess it might be… “Play or Pay” – a dark female!reader-insert Wincest fic where demon!Dean has you and Sam trapped somewhere underground. Sam ends up being on the receiving end of the demon’s cruelty when he tries to save you. Using Dean’s body the demon ends up raping Sam while the reader tries to escape to get help... There’s a little twist in the end. Loads of dead dove here, including death (not Dean or Sam). “The Orange Hour” – where undercover inmate!Dean has to rape CO!Sam in order to save both of their lives and get them out of the jail in one piece. It doesn’t go completely as planned. (Comes with an nsfw photo manipulation). “Demonized” – loads of bottom!Sam torture, full of hurt and absolutely no comfort... It’s just… I dunno, I think I and @palishere had a collective meltdown in the noncon and angst department. Sorrynotsorry.

8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written? Nope, I’ve never in my life written a crossover. Usually, I’m too laser-focused on 1 obsession at a time. I can’t multitask, okay?

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic? Yes, the fandom purity police has visited me on AO3. The usual self-proclaimed know-it-alls vomiting their bullshit all over the comment section about how “problematic” noncon is and how “sick” I must be. I thought about moderating comments for a while, actually – but I just deleted their follow-up comments until they left me alone. 😤

10) Do you write smut? If so what kind? Yes!! Gimme! Usually, I write noncon smut or just good ol’ pwps that feature some sort of dominance. That’s it. That’s my jam. In general, the only smut I don’t write is the cute, fluffy, feel-good, cuddly stuff… My smut’s usually pretty rough and/or some sort of dub/noncon.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes. Someone stole “It’s Only Carnal” and posted it as her own on some Portuguese fanfiction site. She even replied to comments, answered questions and talked about how much she loved writing it, etc… Luckily a sweet mutual on Tumblr let me know about it and I reported her for plagiarism. The stolen fic was taken down shortly after and the account deleted. Goddamn thief. 😡

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes. Honestly, I can’t remember which fic(s). But people have contacted me on AO3 and asked for permission to translate my stuff into Chinese. I have - of course - happily allowed them to. It’s such an awesome compliment to get, I think!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, 2. “Demonized” and the fluffy Ficfacers prompt fic “The Masks We Wear” starring Sam and Dean taking their pranks a step too far. Basically, the brothers get angry with each other and they need to talk it out… No smut in this one, can you believe it?!! But that was kinda the prompt we received. The prompt was literally: “Sam and fluff”. Anyways, both fics are co-written with the lovely @palishere. You can find her AO3 here. 😊

14) What’s your all time favorite ship? Wincest!!! Definitely. Gimme all the brotherfucking, please. No contest. And coming in on second place I guess there’s Samifer – never paired consensually, though. I just love Lucifer messing with Sam’s head and torturing him in all kinds of cruel ways.

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? Oh, that’s a mean question… I have a noncon WIP where Sam and Dean are in prison. I wrote a whole story outline, gathered my own little dictionary of prison slang, etc… But I never made it past page 10 or something. Sam was supposed to get jumped by a gang of inmates and then Dean was supposed to helplessly watch from the sideline, offering to trade places if they’d just leave his little brother alone… And after that it’s all about a mix of healing and vengeance… But the story has been lying on the shelf for more than a year and I doubt I’ll ever continue it. Oh, wait! I almost forgot – I have a long Cherik WIP sequel to “To Have and to Hold”! Just checked, its wordcount is 18,729! Holy crap…. What a waste, huh? But I honestly don’t think I’ll ever finish it, because I’m not into Cherik anymore. That ship has kinda sunk for me…. So, now I’m hyperfixating on Supernatural, yeah?

16) What are your writing strengths? Description, I think. I just love details and setting the mood. I like to think I’m pretty good at writing in English too even though it isn’t my native language… I wish to be better and expand my vocabulary but I’m doing okay nonetheless.

17) What are your writing weaknesses? Description, I think. Yes, you read correctly. I often describe things TOO much. Sometimes to the extent where the pacing gets so slowed down that I feel like the scene loses its ‘feel’. I don’t know if it’s just in my head, but that’s my major concern about my writing. That and my signature ambiguous endings, lol.

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Love it. It can be difficult to pull off, but if you get it right it can be magical. Just don’t overdo it and make sure that the reader can follow. I don’t think I have any fics online where I do it, but I’m not a complete stranger to it either.

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for? Ack, my poor brain trying to go back to when I was friggin’ 13… You know how many years ago that was?! 25!!! Okay!? *Huffs*…. Anyway, I THINK it might’ve been Keanu Reeves’ character in “Johnny Mnemonic”. Or maybe David James Elliott’s character as Harmon Rabb in the early seasons of “JAG”. I dunno. Either way this question makes me feel really old and I don’t appreciate it. Don’t @ me. 😅

20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? That’s probably a tie between “The Orange Hour” and “It’s Only Carnal”. They’ve both got nice pacing and that’s my biggest challenge, I think. Also, I love the whole Morse code thing in “The Orange Hour”. I don’t even know what happened or how I came up with it, but hey, I can surprise myself if I want to, I guess! And of course there’s the smutty noncon and all of the hurt… So, those two fics are my personal faves. 😏

I’ll tag @jackandthesoulmates, @pinkoptics, @palishere, @wrenseroticlibrary, @decadent-prince, @negans-lucille-tblr, @juinae and @impala-dreamer and everyone else who feels like doing it! Feel free to ignore, of course.

#dee answers #fanfiction questions #personal

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slutforsilverfoxes · 9 months

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I need to say that your writing for Gibbs is absolutely amazing! I have a rather vague request; you get hurt whilst on a case which worries Gibbs. Go anywhere you want with it, a little hurt/comfort and fluff? I just need more of your writing 😄

You’re so sweet, thank you for the compliment 🖤 I hope this is what you were looking for!

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“Just what the hell were you thinking? No, don’t answer that, because it’s clear you weren’t.”

Your boss has been chewing you out for the past seven minutes, although it feels like an eternity since his ire turned on you. Gibbs has never yelled at you. Ever.

Chewing on your lip and focusing on a water stain in the ceiling, you try to keep your hot tears at bay. “We knew that I was his type,” you point out quietly in an attempt to defend your actions tonight. “And it worked, didn’t it?”

“It worked?” Jethro barks, and you flinch reflexively. He catches the movement out of the corner of his eye and stops pacing, opting instead to bend down in front of you and rest one hand on your knee. “Hey,” he offers now in a soothing voice, gently grasping your chin and directing your gaze to meet his. “I’m sorry for yelling. I wasn’t- I’m not mad at you.”

His large hand engulfs your cheek and you nestle into the familiar feeling with a sniff. “Sure as shit sounded like it,” you grumble, hastily swiping at your eyes.

“I was scared,” he clarifies. “Terrified, actually. We all heard you scream and then your comms went out, and what were we supposed to think?” His thumb grazes over the bandage on your forehead before he pulls you into a tight hug, and you let out a muffled, “I’m sorry,” against his chest.

“Don’t do that to me again,” Jethro breathes out, squeezing you tighter. “Or I’m sending you on the next weeklong stakeout as punishment.” You can hear the smile in his voice, and you pull back to look at him, one eyebrow quirked.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“With Tony.”

You gasp and cry out, “Gibbs!”

“I’m serious about this, Y/N.” His tone grows measured again before he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, just above the bandage. “I can handle the team taking an extra few days to catch our guy. I can’t handle you getting hurt on my watch.”

“I won’t do it again.”

“No, you won’t.”

You sigh and rub the soft fabric of his polo sleeve between your thumb and index finger before looking up at Gibbs with a sly smile, eager to lighten the mood. “Permission to speak as your girlfriend and not your agent, sir?”

Those gorgeous blue eyes narrow into a playful squint. “Granted, with hesitation.”

“Getting locked in that trunk for four hours sucked, but seeing you knock him out with a single punch kind of made it worth it.”

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novamariestark · 6 months

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Uncovered

Summary: When your potential targets get apprehended abroad, you and Alden have to take their place and things take an interesting turn

Warnings: 🔞 piv (unprotected), fingering, oral (f receiving), undercover couple, age gap, pet name (daddy), and most likely poorly written smut 😂🔞 [it's 2am rn so prob some errors but I really wanted to post it. Will edit later today 😂]

Word count: 2426

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Alden Parker x reader

You were cursed. You were sure of it. You couldn’t believe what was happening. And you were sure Nick and Jess had something to do with it.

Since your two potential targets were being detained at Athens International Airport, your chances of catching your killer were now slim to none. It was by chance you came across this couple, finding flight information in the killer’s suspected hideout. You decided that you would tail them from the airport and stakeout their house but now that plan is useless.

When all hope seemed to be lost, Nick said a string of words that are dangerous coming out of his mouth, “I have an idea,”

And it was dangerous. For him. Because after this op was over, you were going to murder him.

That idea? You and Parker, who also was subject of your pining for the past seven months, had to go undercover as that couple. Why? Because Nick insisted that you two were perfect, because you were young and Alden was “old” as he said, earning a subtle glare from him. That was bad enough. But at the very last moment, Nick decided to give you a little extra insight to this couple. They were very sexually active.

So not only did you have to pretend to be a married couple but apparently you had to pretend to be an incredibly horny married couple.

Slow and painful, Nick. You’re death with be slow and painful.

Of course, you wouldn’t have a problem “pretending” to be horny when your fake husband looked like he was like a portrait come to life, every line and angle of his face meticulously crafted to mesmerize you.

And to make things worse. It was believed that the killer had some high-tech shit. Things that helped him hear and see things going on in his targets places.

You weren’t looking forward to the fact that you were going to be so close to the man who you were head over heels for but still so far. This was going to be torture and you knew it the second you walked through the front door of your new house.

In the car on the way there, you discussed how you were going to communicate whilst in the house, deciding on either text or paper.

It was awkward the moment that front door closed. Hopefully the killer would chalk it off as jet-lag but neither you nor Alden knew what to do. Neither of you wanted to push the boundaries despite the fact that at some point you were going to have to and it wasn’t like you could have an in depth conversation about it. It was something you wanted to discuss in the car, but you just couldn't bring yourself to.

Your phone buzzed, you reached into your pocket and the screen immediately lit up with Alden’s name.

‘You sure you’re up for this?’

You typed a quick reply, ‘Don’t have much of a choice,’

You gave him a quick nod before walking into the kitchen to make some coffee, “You want some coffee, babe?” you called to him, suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a pair of lip latched themselves onto your neck and in an instant, you were turned on.

“Coffee can wait, sweetheart,” he told you as his lips moved to your shoulder, his crotch slight grinding over your ass. You couldn’t lie. You wished this was real, but it wasn’t. He was just pretending. His hands trailed further up to cup your breasts, you arched your back, pressing your ass further into his crotch. God how much you wanted it to be real.

One hand moved to grip your thigh. From any other angle, it’d look like his hand was exactly where you wanted it. But it wasn’t. But you still had to pretend it was.

You weren’t the only getting turned on. The sounds you were making although, he thought you were faking them, were so beautiful to him. He wanted to hear that sound on repeat, just constantly. And more importantly, he wanted to be the reason for those pretty little sounds.

All too soon it came to an end. Although, it may have been a blessing in disguise. You were just being tortured of what could be. This continued for the next few days. You were beginning to think that the killer wasn’t there but still. You were also hoping that whilst you were dealing with this torture, the team was actually making some kind of breakthrough so this could end. But no. nothing.

Over those few days, the shows you two put on got hotter and longer. It was literally too much for you to handle and you were literally aching. Desperate for any kind of release.

You were set for another round later that night in your shared bedroom but you couldn’t. the moment he wrapped his arms around you and you felt him start to grind against you, you pushed him away. He was confused. Did he hurt you?

“What? You okay?” he whispered, his fingers gently dance on your shoulder but every touch set your skin on fire. You shrugged his hand off and you felt it fall to the bed behind you.

“I can’t,” you cried softly, “It’s too much,”

“What’s too much, sweetheart?”

“This, I-I can’t,”

“It’ll be over soon,” he sighed. You wiped your tears. You could hear sadness in his voice, as though he thought that you were disgusted to be in bed with him. To be near him. You turned over to face him, he gave you a sad smile when he saw your face. You shuffled closer to him. You had no idea where the confidence was coming from. You couldn’t believe what came out of your mouth.

“Please touch me,”

He was confused, you had literally just pushed him away, but soon realisation hit him. You wanted him to touch you for real. Not pretend like you had been doing this entire time. He reached his hand out but hesitated, “Are you sure?”

You nodded, “Please,” you begged again, it came out as a cry as the ache became increasingly aggressive.

He let his fingers run through your hair and down your neck. You skin felt so soft under his rough fingertips, he ran them down your arm and onto your breast. You moaned, your back arching to push them closer to him. He gently squeezed your nipple over the thin fabric of your vest, feeling the hard nub of flesh between his fingers. He moved his hand to your other breast, cupping it in his palm and massaging it softly.

You whimpered as he continued to tease your sensitive nipples. It was a though your veins were on fire, every touch sending a wave of pleasure through your body. He had barely touched you, yet you felt as though you were already on the edge.

His hand slid down your clothed stomach and down to you tiny shorts, which had been driving him insane, especially since you didn’t wear underwear underneath them so he could see the perfect outline of your ass and your pussy. Not that you knew that. You hadn’t even thought about it.

You could feel yourself getting wetter as his fingers just slip though the waistband of her shorts, and she felt her skin heat up in anticipation. You wanted him to keep going, to explore further down your body. But he stopped, teasing the flesh just beneath it. You squeezed your thighs together, wanting, needing any kind of friction. You grabbed his forearm, your eyes pleading with him not to tease you. He got the message.

“Okay, baby. Lie back,” you did as you were told, you rolled onto your back, his hand still tucked in your waistband. Your legs automatically spread apart. His hands began to slide further down until he felt the wetness on your lips. You gasped as his fingers touch your clit. His fingers begin to circle the swollen bud, slowly. You moaned and lifted your hips, pushing yourself further into his hand.

The moment he slid his finger inside of you, your body reacted to his touch. The walls of your tightness began to clench around him, as if inviting him in further. His fingers moved slowly in and out, teasing you in a way that made you crave his touch even more. He curled his finger inside you, moving it slowly in and out. He slipped another finger inside you, curling them together. You cried out, bucking your hips into his hand again. His fingers began to move faster, sliding in and out of you with perfect precision.

You whined as he removed his fingers, you turned to say something to him, but he pushed himself off the mattress and climbed between your legs. He gripped your shorts with both hands, “Now these are just in the way,” he said, before he slid them off your legs and threw them God knows where. Without giving you time to apprehend what was happening, his tongue replaced his fingers. His tongue worked its magic, bringing sensations of pleasure to every corner of you. He licked and sucked and nibbled until you felt yourself trembling from sheer pleasure. His tongue suddenly felt thicker, almost licking inside of your curves, pushing, teasing and seeking out the secret places.

Your body shook with pleasure as you let out a loud, guttural moan. Everything felt so good as his tongue, fingers, and mouth moved in sync. His soft lips sucking and licking your most sensitive areas. You felt so close, and then he slid two fingers back inside of you, curling them in just the right way, sending a million different sensations coursing through your body. Your hips began to thrust harder and faster against his face as he picked up the pace and you felt yourself nearing your climax. Your breathing becoming more and more ragged, and you could feel your walls tightening around his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You griped his hair tightly as you came and your body shuddered in pleasure, your orgasm crashing over you with a total force unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

He removed his fingers from you your juices flowing down them and brought them to his lips, his tongue darted out to taste you on his fingertips, “Hmm, delicious baby,” you moaned at the sight. He chucked and leant down, his face hovered above yours. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips and it only turned you on even more, “you feeling better baby?” he asked. You shook your head, “No? Does baby need more?” he asked, his thumb grazed your bottom lip, you took it into your mouth as you nodded.

“Please fuck me,” you begged. He did not need to be told twice. He stood up from the bed and began to strip. You didn’t tear your eyes away, instead you watched intently as more skin was revealed. You didn’t realise you were biting your lip until the taste of metal hit your tongue.

He was now completely naked, his cock standing proudly erect. He climbed back onto the bed and in between her legs. He rubbed his cock along your pussy lips, teasing you. You whimpered and tried to push yourself towards him, but he held you still.

“Please,” you pleaded. He ignored you and continued to move his cock up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices. He looked down at you, watching you writhe beneath him.

He placed the tip of his cock against your entrance. You opened your mouth to plead again but he silenced you, placing his hand over your mouth. He pushed his cock into you, inch by inch. You screamed into his palm as he stretched you. He paused when he was halfway in, letting you adjust to his size. When you stopped screaming, he thrusted his entire length into you.

You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulder. He pulled his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back into you. You threw your head back, a symphony of moans falling from your lips. Alden buried his head in your neck, wanting to be even closer to you.

“Fuck, daddy. Feels so good,” you moaned, your brain was mush and you couldn’t think straight. Alden immediately stopped his movements. You swore you felt all color drain from your face, “I’m so-“

“What did you just call me?” he asked. You wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Why did you say that? Was he completely grossed out? Your thoughts are cut off when you feel him bite your collarbone, “Say it again, baby,”

“Feels so good, daddy,” you giggled, he groaned and lifted his head from your neck. He sat up, his cock leaving you for a moment, you whine at the sudden emptiness.

“Turn over,” he ordered, you did as you were told. You flipped onto your stomach with your ass in the air, your pussy ready and dripping for him.

He smiled, sliding his cock into you. He grabbed your hips, his fingertips digging into the flesh. He slammed himself into you, the sudden intrusion made you lurch forward, your face hitting the pillow below you. He moved faster, each thrust deeper, harder, quicker. You felt your whole body shudder uncontrollably as he drove into you again and again. You curled your toes and cried out, your screams muffled by the pillow.

“Fuck, daddy. So close,”

“I know you are, baby,” he said as he pounded you harder, his balls slapping against your slit, increasing the pleasure. He felt you were about to cum, he was right there with you, “Cum for me, baby,”

And you did, it hit you like a brick wall. With one last thrust a string of curses along with your name fell from his lips as he exploded, spilling his seed inside you. He fell to the bed next to you, pulling you tightly into his chest.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your eyes heavy as sleep called to you. You curled yourself onto his chest, his arms protectively around you.

He kissed your forehead, “When this is over baby, I’m taking you to dinner,”

You fell asleep with a smile on your face. This undercover op wasn’t that bad after all. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll let Nick live.

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n-evermores · 6 months

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The Monster In His Bed

A/N: So here's the spicy vampire fic I wasn't going to post. This is nothing spectacular and it’s also just in the spirit of Halloween. Please don’t take this nonsense seriously. Happy belated Halloween for those who celebrate.

Pairing: Alden Parker x F!Vampire!Reader

Summary: You want Parker in more ways than one.

Word count: 2,900

Warnings: 18+ only, Silly vampire stuff, No plot, blood drinking, but in a sensual way, light smut, implied piv, Parker with a vampire kink, swearing.

It had to be a prank. At least that’s what Alden Parker kept telling himself when your team found a Navy officer completely drained of blood. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been such an odd find if he didn’t have two little puncture wounds on his neck. But then again, you’re always avoiding mirrors and hate garlic. Maybe you know a thing or two about how the victim was killed.

“Hey, Countess Dracula, do you know something about this?” Parker threw your way, his green eyes glimmering in your direction. His hands were buried inside his pockets, his feet planted a small distance from each other. He stood with confidence in his gray suit, and you found yourself admiring him briefly.

But like snuffing out a candle, your admiration was quickly forgotten. You pursed your lips disapprovingly, slanting the former FBI agent a glare, “Excuse me?” The team often joked that you were a witch, or a vampire, or some alien from another planet, but honestly, the jokes were starting to make your ire rise.

Alden’s lips curved into an almost impish grin, “I’m teasing you.” He said with a curious glint in his eyes. He gave you a quick once over. “I don’t actually think a vampire did this.” He said before averting his gaze to Jimmy. “What do you think happened?” He asked, his demeanor much more professional now.

Jimmy’s face blanched, his brows creasing as he examined the body. “Honestly, Agent Parker, I’m dumbfounded. I’ve sent samples to Kasie, but I have no idea how this could have happened.”

“You think it was a vampire?” Tim walked in with a lopsided smile on his face. He was joking, of course. But the vampire jokes were starting to make your blood boil. You gritted your teeth and rolled your eyes. “I’ll be at my desk. Come find me when you gentlemen stop believing in fairytales.” You said before turning on your heels to leave.

Parker watched you leave, his eyes gentling on your retreating form. He quickly followed after you—rushing into the elevator before it closed. “I’m sorry. I know the jokes are getting old. I’ll talk to the team. We’ll stop.” He said.

You relented a sigh, your eyes flickering up to meet his. “I would appreciate that.” You said before your eyes fell on his throat. You watched his Adam's apple bob, his veins visible to your naked eye, and his blood almost seemed to call to you like a siren to a sailor at sea. You felt your tongue swipe across your teeth, your eyes darkening as your pupils grew wider. It had been too long and the smell of blood from the navy victim had awakened the monster within. You could feel the beast slowly crawl from your chest—it's dark mist reaching out for the man standing in front of you. It was a temptation like no other, a longing, a need to feel his skin beneath your tongue. His pulse was enough to drive you mad. His heartbeat felt like your own and it took everything in you not to lurch for him and sink your fangs into his neck.

“Hey! Are you listening to me? Are you okay? Y/N!”

You quickly snapped back into reality at the sound of his voice. You forced a smile, “I’m sorry. I was thinking about something.” You said before exhaling a deep breath. If you didn’t gain control of yourself soon, you were afraid you would hurt him, and hurting Parker was the last thing you ever wanted to do.

“I could tell. You left me for a moment. Are you sure you’re okay?” Parker asked, his voice softer than before. You locked eyes with him–pools of green filled with warmth and nothing but concern for you. You found yourself melting under his scrutiny and you smiled.

“I’m fine, Parker. I’m just tired.” And thirsty. You wanted to say, but you kept that bit to yourself.

“Perhaps you should get some rest. I’m sure you have a nice coffin–” He cleared his throat, “Sorry, old habits die hard.”

You chuckled and this surprised him. “I’m not a vampire, Parker. Trust me, if I was, I’d probably drink your blood.” Oh dear God, you may as well just drive a stake through your own heart.

He looked taken aback by this statement. “You mean in general or me specifically?” He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

A rush of embarrassment filled your body and you shook your head quickly, “I didn’t mean it like that, I just–” You swallowed, your eyes taking in his throat yet again. Damn, this was getting more difficult by the second. You licked your lips and you could feel the ache of hunger grip at your stomach as your insides burned for release. “I’m just saying. We spend a lot of time together. I would have probably bit you by now.”

Alden blinked at you, “Uh-huh.” He said, “What you’re saying is, hypothetically, my blood doesn’t smell good?” He narrowed his eyes at you and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not. Was he actually offended?

“Where did you get that idea? I never said that.” You said quickly, “I actually find you inebriating.” You quickly regretted your words, wishing more than anything you could take them back. This was worse than a stake through the heart. You wanted to disappear inside a dark dusty room and lock yourself inside a coffin for three hundred years.

His eyes widened in surprise, “Me or my blood?” His heart was beating faster, which wasn’t making your situation any easier. Perhaps you could just drink his blood. You had ways of disposing of the body. Unlike whatever amateur killed that Navy officer.

No. No! You weren’t going to kill Parker.

“Of course…I mean your blood.” Is that what you meant? You admired Parker for a while now, and despite the smell of his blood being an absolute menace, you found yourself wanting him in other ways as well. Against your better judgment, of course.

“How do you know what my blood smells like?” He asked quickly, his eyes looking into yours as if he somehow knew all of your dirty little secrets.

You swallowed again and your fists clenched together tightly, “I uh–” You took a quick breath, your brain reeling as you spiraled downward. You had to think of something. Anything. Parker would think you’re insane if you gave him any reason to think you were serious about his blood, but you also didn’t want him to know—

“I want you.” You blurted through the panic. It was your only option..

The older man stared at you. A plethora of emotions flickered in his eyes. “You what?”

Your insides were trembling and your voice shaky as you spoke, “I want you.” You repeated.

He stood in silence for what felt like an entirety. You were sure you would turn to stone as you waited for him to say something. “Please. Say something. Anything.”

“You want me?”

“Isn’t that what I just said?” You snapped, your patience growing thin. Your hunger was immeasurable, and now it was mingled with a new temptation. One that was dangerous at a time like this. Parker had no idea how in danger he truly was. He was your prey, and you were a monster lurking in the shadows.

The monster hiding under his bed.

But that didn’t stop him. Not at all. He seized your face in his hands and you found your back pushed against the wall. His lips covered yours and he kissed you with everything he had. It was mind-blowing, soul-stealing, and you felt your legs grow weak beneath you. His hands dipped under your shirt, wanting to feel your skin beneath his fingertips. You moaned against his mouth just before he released your lips to plant soft kisses down your neck.

“Parker–” His name escaped your lips along with the breath you were holding. Your chest was tight, and you tried hard not to breathe him in. He was too close and your hunger was growing wilder by the minute. You growled before gripping the back of his neck and kissing him hard on the mouth, your tongue sweeping across his lower lip.

Then he pulled back, his eyes staring into yours with a hunger that was almost as monstrous as your own. His pulse was raging in your head and you found your fangs wanting to emerge at the sight of his exposed neck. He pulled back from you, breathless and disheveled.

“Meet me tonight.” Was all he said before turning to leave the elevator. You watched as he walked away. You were tempted to reel him back in and sate the hunger deep inside you, but that would have to wait.

Tonight you would take what you wanted.

The remainder of the evening was painful. You couldn’t concentrate on the case and everything your teammates said went in one ear and out of the other. Finally the moon filled the sky as the night covered the navy yard with a blanket of stars. Parker had left, deciding they would pick up the case again tomorrow. The team reached a dead end. You knew exactly what killed your navy officer, but it wasn’t as if you could tell them that.

You debated whether you were going to meet Parker or not. You avoided his gaze the remainder of the day, and he did the very same. It wasn’t easy keeping away from him, but now that it was time to meet, you felt fear take hold of you. You wanted Parker in more ways than one, and you weren’t sure which hunger would win tonight.

But despite your better judgment, you found yourself at his door.

“Do you need to talk about this? Or should we pick up where we left off?” He asked. It was gentlemanly of him to ask, but you weren’t in the mood for conversation.

“No talking. More kissing.” He grinned before pulling you inside his apartment and crashed his lips to yours. You both fumbled down the hallway and toward his bedroom before you found your back pressed into the mattress with the weight of his body on top of yours. His kisses grew slower, more intimate as he cradled the back of your head with his hand. He pulled back to look at you, his green eyes searching your face. “You’re beautiful, you know. I always thought, but never knew–” He started to ramble but his words died in his throat as your lips silenced him, moving desperately against his.

“Didn’t I say no talking?” You murmured against his mouth.

“Last I checked, I’m the boss.” He whispered, moaning as your tongue entered his mouth. He opened his mouth to you, giving you better access. Your hands threaded through his hair, your fingers lightly scratching against his scalp. This moment was surreal. You never thought you’d end up in bed with Agent Parker of all people. But all because of one little slip-up, you were going to end up having sex with him. Well, at least you hoped that’s what you were going to do.

Your slowly protruding fangs had other plans for you tonight, but you were fighting the urge with everything you had. Parker was off-limits. You could never hurt him.

Just the thought slowed your kisses. Your mouth moved gently against his, treating his lips as if they were delicate, like a petal from a rose. You pulled back just a hair, your eyes searching his. “Do we really want to do this?” You asked suddenly.

“I do.” He was honest, his voice earnest in his response, “Do you?”

You exhaled a shaky breath, your hand moving to touch his face lightly. You traced the contours of his cheeks before swiping your thumb over his brow bone, over the shell of his ear before running your fingers through his hair. You could feel your eyes gentle over his face and he shivered under your tender touch.

You didn’t just want him, you cared for him.

He frowned, his eyes flitting across your face as if to understand the sudden mood shift, “Are you okay?” You didn’t say anything. You cupped his face in your hands and pulled him down to your lips. Parker took your actions as the go-ahead and he reached down for the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it from your body.

Your clothing ended up in a heap on the floor along with his suit.

After a thorough exploration of your body, Parker had you in his lap, your knees straddling his hips with his arms twisted around you. Your chest was touching his, his skin hot against your cool flesh. You had your hand wrapped around him, enticing small moans of pleasure with every stroke.

He gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin , lifting you enough to center your body with his. You allowed him to lower you on top of him, your body now taking the place of your hand. You moaned as he completely filled you.

His lips danced across your shoulders as he guided you against him, your hips rocking gently into his. You stifled a moan and buried your face in the crook of his neck. With every thrust, you felt your insides quiver. There was a tightness building up in the pit of your stomach, and you found it hard to breathe. Your nose brushed against his neck, his pulse beating like a drum, calling and beckoning to be bitten.

The hunger grew relentless. Parker was gentle in the way he made love to you, but with every rock of his hips against yours, your thirst got stronger. Your lips pressed against his pulse as if to test the waters. You pressed wet kisses along the length of his neck before you reached his throat. He lifted his chin, giving you access to his throat and you allowed your tongue to flicker across his exposed skin. You felt your end near and your breathing grew faster, your eyes darker, and the darkness within began to encase both of you and your fangs emerged from their hiding place, scraping lightly against his delicate flesh.

You whimpered, but it wasn’t just from the pleasure, it was from the mere thought of sinking your teeth into his skin. “Parker, I can’t–”

“It’s okay.” He shushed you gently, his grip on you tightening as the two of you slowly rocked into ecstasy. As soon as you felt the euphoric bliss of pleasure mingled with his own release, the monster within was released as well. The beast took hold of you and your mouth closed over his neck.

He cried out the moment your fangs sunk into his skin. “Wha–what the hell?” He gripped your body close, his muscles tensing beneath you as you grasped at the hairs behind his neck, tilting his head back enough to feed.

He was trembling beneath your endeavors, unable to move or process what was happening. His blood tasted refined, almost as if you were given a priceless aged wine from the most prestigious winery.

You could feel him grow colder under your grasp, his breathing shallow, and before you could completely drain him, you pulled back. Your hunger sated enough to meet the guilt that now loomed over you. “Alden I—” You could see blood trickling down from two newly made puncture wounds.

“Did you just drink my blood?” He asked in a whisper and you were thankful he didn’t lose consciousness yet.

“Yes.”

There was silence. Only a groan or two as he tried to keep from falling over. You kept a firm grip on him before taking his face in your hands, your eyes meeting his. He looked at you not only in confusion but with something akin to betrayal or was it lust?

“Well damn. You are a vampire.” He said suddenly, as if everything made sense now.

“Uh-huh.” You sighed.

You watched his lashes flutter as he processed your admission, “You just fucking drank my blood.” He gripped your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

His brows furrowed, “Did you kill that Navy officer?”

You shook your head, your eyes pleading for him to believe you, “No. No, Alden I swear I didn’t.”

His voice lowered softly, “Were you planning to kill me?”

You were wrong. The pained look in his eyes was worse than a stake through the heart. “I could never.” You thumbed his jaw line, your fingers lightly brushing over his beard. “Please believe me.”

But he silenced you this time with his mouth covering yours. He kissed you hard and with a new hunger you recognized because it was a hunger that mirrored your own. He wasn’t angry. Shocked perhaps, but he wasn’t angry at all. Judging by the way you felt his arousal against your stomach, you could only conclude that Agent Parker discovered he had a vampire kink.

You smirked, tilting your head down to lick the blood from his neck.

“Will you do it again?” He asked, although there was still a slight quiver in his voice. He kept your body pressed against him as you licked the remainder of blood.

You hummed against him, pulling back to look at him, “I took enough from you tonight. Any more and I could kill you.” You caressed his face, “But there is always tomorrow.” You grinned, your fangs exposed and willing.

He shivered, before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. He pulled back suddenly, his brow bouncing curiously, “Wait. Do you actually sleep in a coffin?” He scoffed in disbelief, “Should I start keeping garlic on me?”

You only rolled your eyes before reeling him back in, “Shut up before I bite you again.”

“Oh, please do.” He said against your mouth, his tongue lightly teasing the point of your fangs.

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nerdyfangirl67 · 3 years

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With a Little Help From the Team - NCIS Reader Insert

Pairing: Tim McGee x fem!reader, Gibbs x daughter!reader (brief/vague)

Word count: 2717

Warnings: this was a pretty fluffy piece! (not gonna lie), mild language, reader is Gibbs’ daughter

Request: @ncisfan “Hello! I saw your post from this morning saying you didn’t have any requests for ncis at the moment and I wanted to make a request. If for some reason you don’t want to write it that’s okay but here’s my prompt,(Idk what to call it) The reader and McGee have been dating for years and McGee has to tell the whole team (Tony, McGee, Bishop, Gibbs. That team please!) including her dad (Gibbs, cause why not?) when he wants to propose. You can decide on if they say yes or no but I hope you’ll write it. Sorry if I’m overwhelming you I just wanted to make a request”

A/N: I know I’ve told you this @ncisfan , but I absolutely love this idea! And a McGee x reader? Yes please! I did put this in both McGee’s and the reader’s point of view and changed it up a bit. (Yeah, I got super involved in this one and it got longer than I thought…and took far longer than I thought) I hope you enjoy it darling!!

Tim stands in the bullpen, nervously trying to find the right words to tell the team about you, the team of which just so happened to include the one man capable of making him feel like a young schoolboy still wet behind the ears, especially since that one man had a lot to do with what Tim was about to say.

Tim takes a deep breath to gather his last bit of courage and confidence, which promptly fades away the moment he starts talking.

“I uh…well you know that I’ve been seeing, no dating…dating Y/N.” Tim stutters out as his nerves get the better of him, completely fumbling the carefully planned out speech he had come up with prior to meeting with Gibbs.

Gibbs narrows his steely blue eyes as he wordlessly nods his head, telling Tim to continue.

“Things have been going well, really well actually. And I’ve been wanting to, or meaning to…not that I was putting it off, because I wasn’t. That’s the last thing-”

Gibbs cut him off with a “Spit it out McGee.”

“What I’m asking is for your permission, no..that’s not - I want to propose to her.” He was speaking so fast, his words were nearly running together, his sentences jamming together into one that didn’t make much sense.

Gibbs doesn’t say anything at first. Instead, he continues to stare at Tim, looking for any trace of deception in his face. “Why?” He asks gruffly, startling Tim.

“Wh-why?” Tim squeaks out, an uneasy feeling weighing on his chest as he tries to find the right words to answer a question he hadn’t prepared for.

“Yes, McGee. Why? Why do you want to marry my daughter?” Gibbs pauses, still evaluating Tim and his reaction. “Why should I want you to marry my daughter?”

Tim takes a deep breath, a sudden burst of confidence washing over him as he realizes that the answer to such a question was right in front of him. “Because I love her… honestly, I have for a long time, even before we started dating. And, more than anything, I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to spend every day that I have left in this life showing her I love her and cherishing her the way she deserves. I can’t imagine my life without her in it.”

Gibbs surprises him then, with a small smile and a hearty clasp to his shoulder. “Alright then, probie. Now all you have to do is tell her that and of course, ask her to marry you.”

Had it been any other girl, McGee might not be struggling as much to find the words. But you weren’t just any girl. You were not only Gibbs' daughter, something that caused him far more fear than he’d ever admit (he was dating the boss’ daughter after all), but you were also close with the other members of the team, which made this whole ordeal all the more nerve wracking.

You had come to know the members of the team through your job as a technical analyst for the Naval Criminal Investigative Service, meaning you spent most of your time hunting down case leads in a cubicle. Then, as you grew better at your job, and closer to Abby (who had had something to do with getting you on Gibbs team, although she’d never admit to it), you had been moved from that cubicle to a desk in Gibbs’ bullpen, unceremoniously joining the team, although not full-time as you still worked with the cyber/tech unit, your father thought so highly of (something he would never admit out loud, even to you).

You eventually became just as close to Abby as your father was, something Abby always attributed to ‘a Gibbs thing’, - “It must be a Gibbs thing because Y/N is just as great as Jethro and we just click.” Many times, if you weren’t working on a case, you could be found hanging out in the lab with Abby.

You and Tony were best friends, spending hours talking about movies and pranking each other. And, despite your “geeky background” of tech analysis, Tony never once teased you (a courtesy Tony had never given him). In fact, he had become something of a big brother to you, filling a role in your life you hadn’t ever thought you’d needed filled.

And then Ziva had joined the team, filling in little by little that hole that had been left after Kate’s death. Even with the high tension existing between Abby and Ziva, you and Ziva had hit it off right away, becoming fast friends. Eventually, despite the perceived oddness of your friendship, you, Abby, and Ziva became an inseparable trio, even occasionally ganging up together against Tony or Gibbs.

Suffice to say, you were important to the team, just as they were to you. And now Tim was faced with telling these people that he not only had been dating you (a relationship the two of you had decided to keep relatively quiet because of your line of work and the fact that you were often times coworkers), but that he was going to ask you to marry him, a proposal of which he was seeking the team’s help with.

“So, uh...I-well, I’ve been seeing, er...dating-” Tim starts, his mind scrambling as he tries to form a coherent sentence.

“McGee, the chickadee is out of the bag. We all know you’re dating Y/N.” Ziva says matter of factly,

“Cat, Ziva, the cat is out of -” Tony starts reflexively, before pausing and turning to Tim and then to Gibbs, his mouth hanging open. “Wait-what? You’re the one Y/N has been dating?” He asks incredulously.

Gibbs takes a step forward, slapping Tony on the back of the head. “Close your mouth DiNozzo.” Tony’s jaw snaps shut at the command.

“Keep talking McGee.” Gibbs says gruffly, his piercing blue eyes settling on Tim.

“I’m going to ask her to marry me.” Tim blurts out.

“We kind of knew that McGee.” Abby states, her lips pulled into a satisfied smirk. “I mean, you haven’t exactly been stealthy about ring shopping. Or buying the ring. Or getting it inscribed.” Abby lists off, earring a few incredulous looks from the other members of the team. “Y/N’s my best friend, okay? I had to make sure the ring was a good one.”

Tony turns to McGee. “McRomeo getting married? Why is this the first I’m hearing about it?” Tony steps forward to give Tim a good-natured shoulder shove. “You like it so you’re putting a ring on it, huh?” He asks with a Cheshire Cat-like grin on his face. Ziva is the one who moves to slap him in the back of the head this time.

“Ow, Ziva. What the hell was that for?” Tony asks, a hand already rubbing the spot Ziva had just smacked on the back of his head.

“When will you ever shut up and let McGee finish?” She questions, giving Tony a pointed glare. He opens his mouth to respond, but a hard look from Gibbs keeps him quiet.

Tim timidly clears his throat before continuing. “I’d like to do it here. And, um...I’d like to do it here, with all of you.” Smiles spread through the group at Tim’s words, several ideas already being blurred out by the more enthusiastic members of the team (it was Abby. Abby was already excitedly sharing ideas with the person sitting next to her, which just so happened to be Gibbs.)

——— You squeeze Tim’s hand before letting go, reaching for the handle to your car door. “See you at work.” You say with a soft smile before turning back towards your car.

“Let’s, um, let’s ride together today, to work I mean.” Tim stammers nervously, a hand on top of your driver’s side door, stopping you from leaving.

“Are you sure? I thought we were trying to keep this, us, quiet.” You ask, stepping away from your car and closer to him. He cups the side of your face with his hand, leaning forward to press a soft, chaste kiss to your lips.

“Just once, okay?” He asks quietly, a sheepish smile on his face.

You let out a small laugh. “Just this one time, alright Agent McGee?” You say with a smile, letting him take your hand and lead you towards his car. He opens the passenger door for you, closing it behind you before getting in the driver’s side. The entire ride into work is marked with Tim either giving you a huge dopey grin or a quick nervous glance, which only serves to make you suspicious, as if the insisting to ride together didn’t already.

Tim pulls into his usual parking spot, shutting off the car before turning to you. “How about we walk in together?” He asks hesitantly, a shy smile accompanying his question.

You quirk an eyebrow up at his question before responding, “Tim, it might make it pretty obvious what’s going on between us if we do that.” “Let’s do it anyway, Y/N.” He reaches over to squeeze your hand before climbing out of the driver’s side of the car and making his way to your side of the car. He opens the passenger door for you, offering you a hand to help you out, which you graciously accept. He continues to hold your hand after you are out of the car and as the two of you walk into the building, only letting go as the two of you go through security.

The two of you are the only ones on the elevator and for the entirety of the short ride, you can almost feel Tim vibrating beside you with some sort of nervous energy. You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it before murmuring, “You okay?” He gives you a tight nod in response just as the elevator dings, announcing its arrival on your floor of the building.

You press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Have a good day Tim, I love you.” You say, moving towards the open doors of the elevator. Tim reaches a hand out, grasping yours and stopping your exit out of the elevator.

“I, uh, I’ve got to give you something. It’s in my desk drawer, in the...bullpen.” He stammers out, quickly retracting his hand to wipe it against his suit jacket.

“Oh, can I get it at lunch?” You ask, turning back towards the front of the elevator and pressing the button to reopen the doors.

“No.” He shouts, startling you enough that you take a step back away from the sliding doors. “I mean, come with me?”

“What is up with you today Tim?” You demand, his unexplained, unnatural behavior causing your suspicions to rise, a million questions running through your head.

“Just...please.” His voice is thick with emotion, his words coming out barely above a whisper.

You silently nod your head, stepping back into the elevator and allowing the doors to close as you press the button for the floor that the NCIS team resided on. You spare a look over at Tim, whose is rubbing his hands up and down his slacks, his face turned towards the ceiling of the elevator and his lips moving in silent words.

“Tim, what is going on? You’ve been acting weird all morning and I just-” The elevator dings, announcing your arrival on the floor of the bullpen and effectively cutting you off.

Tim puts a hand over the doors, stopping them from closing as he looks at you, his kaleidoscopic eyes pleading with you to understand and to trust him. You give a small nod, taking his outstretched hand in your own and following him to the bullpen.

Right away, you notice the lights over the area of the office you’d come to know as your father’s, as Gibbs’, were off. A flash of fear settles in your chest as you begin to picture all the possible scenarios as to why your father’s part of the office was empty and dark, none of them positive. You start to walk faster, almost pushing past Tim, to get to the bullpen. You suddenly stop short when your eyes fall on Tony’s desk.

Instead of finding your best friend seated at his desk or even finding his desk empty, you see that Tony’s desktop is covered with picture frames. Your curiosity wins out over the rising fear in your chest and you step closer to the desk to inspect the framed photos.

“Oh,” A breath of surprise leaves you as you realize that they were photos of you and of Tim, taken at different times in your relationship. A series of pictures of the two of you from your second date, taken in one of the photo kiosks that you find at the mall. The two of you making goofy faces at each other in the bullpen. You and Tim bent over a computer, faces serious as you both stare at the screen. You turn to Tim’s desk next, finding it filled with vases of flowers in your favorite color.

You move towards them, leaning down to inhale their fragrant scent, your gaze landing on your father’s desk and the photos scattered across the desktop, similar to Tony’s desk, except these were pictures you’d taken of the two of you. One of the pictures from your first trip together, from the date when Tim had told you he loved you, and the first case the two of you had worked on together and a series of selfies you’d taken with Tim at various times; all laid out like a timeline of your relationship.

After a few long moments, you lift your gaze towards Ziva’s desk, curiosity seizing you as you find her desk almost empty. You quickly make your way to the front of the desk, your eyes landing on the single piece of white paper, with only one small paragraph scrawled out in the middle of the page.

Y/N,

I love you and I have something I have wanted to tell you, or rather ask you, for a long time now. I know you’re probably wondering what that question is, so if you’d turn around, I’d like to ask you it.

You slowly turn around, the paper clutched to your chest and your heart racing in your chest as your eyes find Tim’s. He gives you a small, honest smile as he takes a step forward, his hands clasping around yours before he kneels down on one knee in front of you. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize what is happening.

“I’ve loved you for years. First, as a friend, and then as a boyfriend, and now...now I want to love you as your fiance, and eventually as your husband. Would you, Y/N Gibbs, do me the honor of being my wife?” In his hands is a modest red velvet ring box, a platinum band adorned with three small diamonds nestled on the inside of the open box.

A lump forms in your throat and as you try to speak, to say yes, nothing comes out. Instead, you nod your head vigorously and close the distance between the two of you. Tim stands fully just as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in against you. You vaguely register noise in the background, noise you later learn is from the various members of ‘your’ NCIS team, as you feel him kiss your cheek.

“I love you.” You whisper softly before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, savoring in the feeling of his lips against yours.

“And I love you.” He gives you a deep kiss in return, leaning in to cup a hand along the back of your neck. After a moment, you pull back enough to smile widely at him, the realization that this man would become your husband, the man that you got to spend the rest of your life with, starts to dawn on you, filling you with elation and excitement, not only for your wedding but for the future you’d had with the man you loved.

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Shower Sessions

Dwayne Pride x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Shower sex (the best kind), Language.

Word Count: 766

“You’re too good to me.”

“Oh, fuck! Yes, you feel perfect.” You cried out as Dwayne pounded into you over and over.

A guttural growl rumbled out of his throat as he kept you pinned against the wall of your tiny shower, forcing you back against it each time he slammed his dick back into you. The steaming hot water had soaked the both of you (amongst other things), and it dripped off of your bodies and seeped through the drain on the floor. Dwayne’s kisses were sloppy and matched the rhythm of his thrusts as he worked you closer to your release.

It had started as an innocent shower together. It was a beneficial way “to save water” as Dwayne claimed, but you should have known better. Dwayne had been in a rather aggressive mood all day, so you felt stupid for not expecting this to happen. He had taken gentle care to wash you, ridding your beautiful body of the filthiness of the New Orleans atmosphere. He listened to you talk about your day in between chaste kisses, you being just as eager to hear about his day at work.

He cleaned you to where you were squeaky clean, and eventually his hands began to wander and feel you up in a more seductive way. That was when he hoisted you between himself and the adjacent wall, fucking you hard and fast.

“You’re the only woman that could ever make a special agent fuck like this.” He snickered lowly.

You had one hand pressed against the wall behind you and the other on his shoulder to steady yourself to keep from slipping away from the slickness of the wall.

“You’re the only man that could ever make me fucking feel like this.” You breathed out with a short laugh, your tone fading into another round of moans.

A cocky grin appeared on Dwayne’s face as he continued his hard thrusts in and out of you.

“Feel like what, darlin’?” He prompted.

Your mind was beginning to cloud over, Dwayne’s question not even registering with you. You whined at a particularly rutted fuck back into you, but your eyes snapped open when Dwayne suddenly pulled out and didn’t go back in. Your arousal leaked from his stimulated cock as he looked at you with burning expectation.

“No, no, no. Please, Dwayne.” You complained.

He held his dick in his hand, rubbing his tip over your swollen clit in a way that made you shudder. You rotated your hips downward to try to meet him, but he protested.

“Talk to me, and maybe I’ll let ya finish.” He sneered, just barely pushing his tip back in.

You huffed, annoyed at his arrogance and bluster, but it was a turn on altogether.

“So good. You feel so good when you fill me up and- ah!” You shrieked when he suddenly slammed into you once more, continuing the same immaculate motions; “You’re so fucking good.”

“Good girl.” He praised, feeling your legs tighten around him and your toes curl behind his back.

Your eyes rolled back into your head when you came, a satisfied groan escaping your mouth as your head fell onto his shoulder. He milked your walls white, spurting every last drop that he had. Your shaky legs unraveled around his waist, your feet hovering just over the wet shower floor. He leaned forward to push your weak body against the wall to keep you from collapsing on him.

You both breathed heavily for a bit, trying to return to your states of normalcy. Dwayne turned off the water once you were okay to stand on your trembling lower limbs, the bathroom suddenly becoming quiet from the lack of noise. He wrapped you in a towel, pushing your wet hair out of your face so he could see your lust glazed eyes. He knew you liked it, but he always felt a little bad after he had been so rough with you.

You were so wonderfully perfect to him, that it was sometimes hard for him to allow himself to be so rutted with you. It was rare that he was ever this rough with you, but his sex drive had won out today. Although, you didn’t seem to mind. He kissed your forehead and ran his hands along your arms to keep you warm as you both dried off.

“You’re too good to me.” You murmured, beginning to feel sleepy in your foggy state.

He smiled at you, wrapping a towel around his waist before guiding you to bed for a night of well-deserved sleep.

“Anything for my favorite girl.”

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