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lizzyk137 · 7 months ago

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Could you please write my idea for jethro Gibbs 🙏

Imagine Gibbs seeing you doing a million steps nightly skin care routine and just laying under the covers and waiting for you to be done and come to bed already and slowly getting frustrated

Maybe a little toddler cuddling in bed with him and Gibbs fake complaining to them about you

“Mommy is taking a long time huh?”

Nightly Routine- Gibbs X Reader Fanfic

Summary: Gibbs' daily night with you doing your skincare routine. Warnings: None, per fluff! Thank you so much for requesting this! I'm so sorry it took so long; I get into funks where I hate everything I write. It's longer than I wanted but i couldn't help thinking about his little family and the adorable dynamics! Hope you enjoy! ❤️

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He watched as you grabbed yet another bottle to spray on your face. This was the third thing that you had sprayed on your face in the past 10 minutes.

He knew every step you did morning and night. This spray was step seven of the night. He didn't understand why you had to do a long skin care routine every day. You were beautiful. Your skin was soft and flawless, unlike his that was full of cracks. He'd remind you every day how beautiful you were and occasionally telling you that you could have it worse, aka his skin, but you'd always shake your beautiful head, the light bouncing of your hair like a halo when you did, and you'd always tell him you loved every line and crack on his face, it was beautiful.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs."

Gibbs turned his gaze down beside him to look at his youngest son, who was holding his badge. He didn't know where he grabbed it from, which concerned him, but his son was always fascinated with it. He even had asked him to show him how to flip it open and around like a real agent does.

"That's great, baby! Can you read the next line?" You cheered from your vanity as you applied the next cream to your face.

Gibbs smiled at you. Even when you took time for yourself, you were still present with your son. "I think you know these letters so tell me what they are." Gibbs spoke up next as he pointed to the word N.C.I.S in the large font that was at the top of the badge card.

Gibbs had helped sound out every word for his five-year-old on the badge card, and you still were doing your routine.

He sometimes would get annoyed with how long it took, not really because of the time but because he wanted you in his arms, your attention fully on him before he had to leave and capture yet another monster. But you didn't ask for anything. You were raising three of his beautiful, making a beautiful home, went above and beyond at work as a special education teacher all the while taking away any baggage or worry, he has carried back from work and restarting him every day so he could be a better man for you and his kids.

You could've asked for more. Way more. But you didn't. You were young when you had first gotten pregnant. A drunken one night with Gibbs, which eventually led to him falling head over heels for you and asking you to marry him. You were worried since having your oldest that you wouldn't be present enough with your career and taking on the father role when Gibbs worked overtime. He actually had to sit you down and tell you it was okay to enjoy doing your skin care and that those minutes were for you to enjoy and unwind. You felt guilty, but after Nathan turned four and you had another on the way, you were thankful for that skin care routine each morning and night.

Your son was nestled into his side, his light brown hair falling into his eyes as he slept. He gave a quick kiss and looked at the clock. 10 p.m. He waited for the quick pitter patter of feet, and then their door opened, revealing his beautiful daughter, a stuffy in one hand, and a book in another.

"Daddy, could you read this?" She came over and sat beside Gibbs, Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing falling into his lap. His daughter was incredibly smart for her age of ten. She had Down Syndrome, and since day one, she's defied every pressure society has given her, excelling above and beyond and making a name for herself in school and the community. She was far smarter than him on subjects, and he always loved it when she taught him new things. His heart burst every time she told him she wanted a career in the same field as her daddy.

Every night, she comes at exactly ten o'clock and asks him to read her a chapter because her eyes got too tired, and he was happy too even though he wasn't the best reader. He perched his glasses on his nose, her head resting on his chest.

He finished the chapter and looked at the clock. 10:30 and you were in the bathroom blowing your little fan to dry your face. He heard the drawers being opened and you were rummaging through them.

The door opened a peak, and he saw his oldest stick his head in. "Hey, I just got back from Josh's. Where's Mom?" Gibbs just raised his eyebrows in reply, earning a small chuckle from his son. "Ah, skin care."

He nodded as he sat the book and his glasses down on the bedside table. Nathan came over and sat beside Sophie, his head resting on the top of hers as he played with her fingers, something that always calmed him down after a long day at school and practice.

His youngest stirred, his eyes blinking open before asking where his mommy was.

His smiled and chuckled, "Mommy is taking a long time, huh?" His joking tone making even his youngest smile.

He heard you laugh at his joke from the bathroom before coming out, your skin glowing and bright. You placed your hands on your hips and just gave him a look before coming over and putting a kiss on your two oldest kid's heads. Each was falling asleep, and he chuckled over how much room they were taking up. His youngest crawled over him and pushed himself in between his siblings whose hands were still clasped.

You both pulled the covers over your sleeping kids before you made your way over to Gibbs. He was glad you had conned him into a king-sized bed, especially since there wasn't much room left for the both of you to sleep. You crawled in next to him and snuggled into his chest, the last few knots of worry leaving him, and he sighed.

"I took a while because I was trying to get off permanent marker from my face." You mumbled into his chest.

"It's okay, you deserve your time, baby, no need to explain." He kissed the top of your head. "I do think we need to explain to the kids that they're bed hogs."

"Or we could just get a bigger bed." He eyed you before smiling and nodding his head as his way of saying yes.

He rubbed your soft cheek with his thumb, your breathing slowing down, your long lashes fluttering closed before he finally closed his eyes.

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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 9 months ago

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Safe and Sound

“Sweetheart, if you keep running like that, you’re gonna fall,” you advised your overly confident 4 year old as she raced through the squad room. Sure enough, just as she was about to turn the corner, her feet got tripped up and she took a small tumble. Nothing you were worried about but Tony had just happen to see and your daughter knew that if she started crying, he would come running. So that’s what she did.

“Oh no, did that evil carpet trip you?” Tony picked her up off the floor and sat her on his hip, wiping her crocodile tears away. You made your way over, smiling and setting a box of take out on your husband’s desk.

“She’s got you wrapped around her little finger Tony. All she wants are those Italian crackers you keep in your desk.”

“Crackahs,” your daughter mimicked, proving your point.

“Ah yes. The cracker tax will be paid, fear not young padawan,” Tony told her while setting her down in his desk chair and opening up his drawer to pull out the little stash. You shook your head and smiled as your toddler happily munched on her favorite snack, dropping crumbs all over Tony’s desk.

“Where’s Jethro?” you asked, also noticing the other missing agents.

“He’s with Bishop questioning some lady who might know where our suspect is hiding. Been gone a while, shouldn’t be too long of a wait.”

Jethro had told you their day was a bit slow since they hadn’t had any new leads so you decided to surprise him for a late lunch. You knew he wouldn’t want to leave the office so you brought food from his favorite Chinese restaurant. Figured you 3 could eat in the conference room or something.

“Oh, would you look at that. Bishops calling me now.” He picked up the phone while sitting at the edge of his desk. “Your ears must be burning Bishop-

He stopped his joking as his face got serious, catching your attention.

“What happened?….Did he get away?…..What hospital?”

You hoped to God they weren’t talking about Jethro as your worst nightmare started playing in your head.

“Alright. I’ll grab Ducky and Palmer and meet you there.”

He hung up the phone and you waited for his next words.

“The suspect was hiding out at the house. He shot Gibbs in the shoulder but he’s fine. They brought him to Sibley Memorial.”

Without another word, you were out of your seat and scooping your daughter up before heading for the elevator.

————

“Where we going mommy?” your little girl asked from the backseat as you drove.

“We’re gonna go see Daddy sweetheart. But we gotta be really gentle when we see him because he just got a big ouchies on his shoulder, ok?”

“Ok. How come Daddy got an ouchies?”

“Sometimes he gets ouchies when he’s working. Remember the ouchie he had on his knee?”

“From the bad guys!” she resolved proudly.

“That’s right. But don’t worry. Daddy got the bad guy.”

“Yay!”

She didn’t ask anymore questions after that thankfully. Sometimes it was difficult explaining Jethro’s job but she actually understood a lot of it, making it easier. She got all the smarts from Jethro you’re sure of it.

Once you arrived, you headed straight for the nurses station.

“Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He’s my husband, I believe he was brought in a little bit ago.”

The nurse typed a bit on the computer before nodding. “Looks like he just came out of surgery. Room 323. Third floor.”

You showed her your ID and received your visitors sticker, your daughter taking it immediately to stick it on herself. Then the two of you made your way through the hospital till you found his room. You were surprised when you saw him out of bed, buttoning up his dress shirt.

“Leaving against medical advice again Jethro?”

He looked up surprised and gave that half grin when he saw you two.

“Daddy!”

Your daughter dropped your hand and raced over to him as he crouched down to her level.

“Remember be gentle honey,” you reminded before she reached out for a hug.

Jethro picked her up easily with his good arm and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

“How’s my princess? You learn anything new at school?”

“We did numbers. And colors!”

“Wow. You are so smart, you know that? You’ll be taking Uncle McGee’s job before you know it.”

You just watched the two of them have their conversation with a smile. She loved talking with her dad. Whether it was about her favorite show or asking him what every one of his woodworking tools did. She was definitely more of a daddy’s girl than mommy’s. But you loved it. You loved the way Jethro’s face lit up everytime he saw her. He could be having the worst day at work and she would be the one to make him crack a smile.

“And mommy got you food,” she continued.

“She did? Well I’m hungry as a bear. And if I don’t eat something soon, I just might eat you!”

She squealed in laughter as he gave her kisses and walked over to you.

“You gave me quite a fright today Mr. Gibbs,” you chastened as he set your daughter down.

“I’m sorry about that Mrs. Gibbs. I’ll try harder not to.”

You two kissed deeply, happy that his injury wasn’t too severe and he was safe.

“Did I hear my daughter correctly when she said you bought me food?” he mumbled against your lips.

“Mm-hm. It’s at the office. Room temperature, just how you like it.”

He chuckled and gave you another kiss before taking your daughter’s hand in his and leading the way out of the hospital.

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garbinge · 22 days ago

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THE ONES THAT HAUNT YOU

Mike Franks x F!Reader // Leroy Jethro Gibbs & F!Reader // Word Count: 5.6k Summary: When cases get personal, things get messy. After getting put as lead on a case that's personal to Mike, the two of you argue at work. As Gibbs walks in on the tail end of the fight, the two of you spark up a friendship. When you get home, Mike is waiting for you, tail between his legs ready to make up for the things he said and open up about the past... just in time for your past to come knocking. Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. SMUT. Angst. Fighting. Yelling/Raising Voices. Mike being a little mean in the beginning but makes up for it later. Canon-level case violence/death/murder. Mental Illness/manic episode. A/N: This is pure Franks brain rot. I have nothing else to say. More from this universe

“You’re being an asshole.”

You were sitting at your desk, arms resting on the edge of it because most of the surface was covered by folders and papers. There probably had to be like 3 empty coffee cups to accompany the one cold one that you would still occasionally sip from. Mike was standing on the opposite side of your desk, his hands resting on his hips as you raised your voice to argue with him.

“Oh, I’m being an asshole?” Now one of his hands was pointing to his chest, the sarcastic smirk tugging at his mouth as he spoke. His eyes turned to the open door frame where likely some agents still were. He was thinking of his next words, if they were worth saying or if someone was in ear shot.

It was late, both of your teams were either home by now or taking a breather from their paperwork in the break room. It was just you two in the bullpen, and when he realized that, he let the words fly from his mouth after a quick head shake. “If I’m so much of an asshole, why the hell you with me, huh?”

“Something I’m asking myself at the moment.” Your response came back quick, not needing to think of something smart to say, it already lived at the tip of your tongue. That was one thing you and Franks did well. Argue.

“In that case you should leave.” His reply was delivered just as fast. Eyebrows raised and the pissed look on his face growing as the seconds passed, all while his hands went back resting on his hips.

“You’re at my desk.” It was at that moment that you placed your hands palm side down over the mess. Internally you were flinching, you hated when things got like this, when they got messy. But the irony in it was you’d hate it so much it’d pretty much become a constant.

“I came over here because I had a shit fucking day and needed to blow off some steam, figured you’d like to join me, not to get shit thrown in my face.” His voice was louder now, it was unlikely someone heard what he said, but they’d probably heard him raising his voice. Lucky for you, that wasn’t cause for alarm around here. Franks was always raising his voice.

“You forget that I have the same fucking days as you? I sit right across from you,” you pointed to the desk 6 feet in front of yours. “I get heavy caseloads, the same late nights, and I deal with all of that on top of your annoying ass attitude.” Your face twisted at that, turning to look at your work, hoping he’d take the hint and leave you alone but that was wishful thinking.

“I–“

You didn’t let him even start the sentence before you slammed your hands against the desk in an attempt to get him to stop. “And if all you’re here for is to blow off steam, join a fuckin’ gym, Franks. i’m not a fuckin’ game, I have feelings that I don’t just shove to the back of my brain the minute they pop up.” It was a direct shot at him and by the look on his face, he knew it.

“We really doing this?” That first question felt genuine despite the slight sarcasm in his voice. It was almost pleading, a desperate attempt to stop your arguing. But when you couldn’t hide the attitude on your face, all that went out the window. “You wanna do this?”

“Won’t be the first time I danced with the devil, Franks.” Another shot. It’s what you’d call your, well, whatever this was. Dancing with the devil. You had a think for reckless behavior. For mess. No matter how much you’d vocalize that you hated it.

It became a joke. Everytime you’d knock on his door, you’d smile and tell him you were there to dance with the devil.

—-

One day you literally did it. 2AM in his kitchen, you both were working the same case, both his team and yours were assigned on it, an all hands on deck situation. When you relieved your teams, both of you went back to Mike’s place and made a work station out of his dining room table. When you retreated to grab another cup of coffee from his kitchen, you felt him grab your hand and twirl you around. There was no music, just the sounds of your own laughs and footsteps on the kitchen tile. You rested your head against his shoulder, he began humming a song lightly as the two of you fell into a rhythm of swaying.

“We aren’t going to solve it tonight.” His voice was soft as he spoke in your ear.

“We’re close. I feel it.” You also felt the heaviness in your eyes as you fought the sleep coming over you.

You felt the vibration of his chuckle in your body, the light peck of his lips against your head, slightly touching your forehead a bit. “You’re stubborn.”

“I just need to find whoever did this.” You brought your arms up tighter around his back.

He adjusted his arm around your shoulders, now hugging you instead of using your hand to guide you in a slow pace. “This case is different for you, I can tell.”

“It’s personal. The first victim–” you closed your eyes, you were able to hear Mike’s heart thumping, “she was a friend. Jessica. My brother’s girlfriend.”

“And Wheeler let you on the case?” Even with your eyes closed and looking in a completely different direction, you could feel the way his brows were furrowed into one another. This was new information to him, but he deserved to know, you just had to tell him at your own pace.

“We’re short staffed, Wheeler would make me work my own murder case.” It was a joke, but it was true, this was all hands on deck because there were massive gaps in NIS right now.

“Now you bite your tongue.” He was pulling out of your hug, his feet stopped swaying to look at you, his brows still furrowed.

“Why would I do that when I got you to do it for me.” Your lips turned to a smirk.

His face lightened up for just a quick second before he was leaning down and dropping a kiss to your lips, his teeth grazing your bottom lip and pulling it out just slightly before releasing it and looking down at you.

“You’re dancin’ with the devil, you know that?” He mumbled against your mouth.

“Havin’ a damn good time doin’ it, too.” You placed a light kiss on his mouth since it was still centimeters away from yours.

“And if Wheeler finds out?” Now his brows lifted, real curious towards your response.

“Didn’t see anything about dancing with the devil in the handbook.” You shrugged and brought Mike back in close to you, moving your feet to start leading the both of you in a sway again.

“Wouldn’t know, I never read the damn thing.” He chuckled, grabbing you right back and falling back into the motion.

The two of you comfortably fell into a silence, just rocking back and forth, now to the hum of the fridge and the light under the microwave. It was probably 30 minutes of this, before you tapped his chest and looked up at him. Both of you had dark bags under your eyes, but sleep wasn’t going to be next on the list. There was still too much to sift through.

“If Wheeler finds out it won’t matter.” Now you were turning to grab your luke warm coffee, pouring a shit ton of sugar in it and stirring it around although there wasn’t much heat left in the coffee to dissolve it as quickly.

“And why’s that?” Mike had leaned back on the small bistro table in his kitchen, his arms crossed against his chest.

“Because we’re understaffed, he can’t afford to fire us for misconduct.” You smirked and turned around, bringing the mug up to your mouth to take a sip.

Mike laughed at that and shook his head. “If he does say anything, I’ll bring up that dancing with the devil isn’t in the handbook.”

You were walking past him, back to the kitchen table. “Mm, should be in the training, though.”

—-

“You’re emotional. You’re immature, you run into shit without thinking first.” He began listing things off.

“Sounds like you’re talking about yourself.” You leaned back in your chair now, your arms crossed, wondering where this argument was going to go.

“I learn from the best, baby.” Despite the smile on his face, he was being cruel. Picking at whatever he could to get under your skin.

It was then that footsteps entered the bullpen, neither of you were looking at who just walked in, your eyes were glued on eachother, the anger and frustration practically burning holes in your faces.

“Get the fuck out.” You spoke it at a normal tone, but your teeth were gritted and your face was tight.

“Hey—” He was trying to backpedal now, you could see it in that last second of him staring at you, the flinch in his right eye that said everything he never would.

“Get the fuck out.” You repeated it, this time pushing off from leaning back in your office chair.

Franks nodded briefly, like he was taking an order from you and was out the entrance closest to your desk in seconds.

You knew it was Gibbs who had walked into the bullpen, without bothering to even look in that direction. He spent as much time as possible here, burying himself in the work.

“The hell was that?” He was walking towards his desk, but took the extra steps to make it closer to yours, dropping a cup of hot coffee down in one of the only clear spots left on your desk.

“That was Franks doing what he does best.” Your eyes looked over at the coffee cup and nodded in appreciation before bringing it to the permanent spot in your hand as you stared down at the photos you had just removed from a folder once Franks left.

“Y–“ Gibbs began to speak but you cut him off.

“Gibbs. I want you to think very carefully before you speak.”

He nodded and moved swiftly to his desk to work. It was just you two, the main overhead lights were off since it was well past 10PM now, the only lights being the desk lamps from yours and Gibbs’s desk. You preferred it that way, it made everything around you disappear aside from the files in front of you.

Mary Jo had said goodbye about an hour ago, dropping one more folder on your desk based on a request you had asked her earlier in the day. Lala had been in the breakroom with Strickland and had peaked in to say goodbye, too. Randy had gone home at end of day because his kid had a sports game and you had told your team to head home around 7 because you needed to take in this new case alone..

You wiped your hands across your face before taking the last sip of coffee. This cup, you decided to throw get up and throw out, simply because there just wasn’t any room to store it on your desk anymore.

“i know you two are together.” Gibbs’s voice caused your eyes to move towards his, debating what you wanted to say to him, soaking in his words.

“Doesn’t surprise me.” You nodded,”We’re sneaking around investigators, would be a bit alarming if someone didn’t realize.”

Gibbs did his best job at a knowing smile. “What he do?”

That got you to smile, his immediate instinct was to blame Franks.

“I love your faith in me probie.” You walked over to lean on the side of your desk, your arms crossing along with one leg over the other as you stared at him.

“Doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.” He let out a small chuckle, “plus, I know what that looks like.”

You looked up at him with sorrowful eyes, it wasn’t a secret that Gibbs had recently lost his wife. With your hands dropping to grip the edge of your desk, you let out a large exhale.

“If I wasn’t a part of NIS, things would be different. We run things so differently, things I do for my team compared to how he runs his. We work differently. We think differently. Sometimes I think if I had met Franks in some other life he’d actually care about me.”

“He cares.” Gibbs answered so quickly, and while you knew that was true, you also knew that with the lives you and Franks had, caring wasn’t always enough.

“I got put on a cold case.” The sentence wasn’t enough to explain what had caused the tension between you two, but it was something.

“And he’s pissed about that?” Gibbs wasn’t on your team, but you were aware that he didn’t talk much, so the fact he was open to this conversation with you was intriguing to say the least.

“He was the lead agent on it 7 years ago.” There it was, the clarity was starting to come to light.

“Ah.” Gibbs understood now.

“They wanted a new pair of eyes. The case officially went cold the week I started at NIS–it was Mike’s first case as a Supervisory Special Agent– It’s not lost on me the weight of that. Wheeler brought us both to his office, mentioned that Strickland had found new evidence when going over old files and the case was opening back up. It honestly is such a big case I figured both our teams were going to divide and conquer but turns out Wheeler just wanted me to take a look tonight before assigning out my team on it tomorrow. Told Franks to be available to me.”

“You asked him something and he snapped.” Gibbs put the pieces together, but he was wrong.

Shaking your head you tilted your head. “I wasn’t ready to bring him in yet and he didn't like that.”

Gibbs nodded.

“I needed to marinate on it, take in everything without his perspective skewing mine. It’s how I work.” You shook your head, frustration tensing on your shoulders. “Franks knows how I am. Knows I do things on my timeline. I need a fuckin’ minute to check my gut.”

That got Gibbs attention. “He teach you that? To trust your gut?” The question was inquisitive, like he was curious to instructions on how he best could trust his.

That got you to laugh, blowing the air out of your mouth you kicked off your desk and looked down at the papers. “He got that from me.”

Gibbs smirked at that too, he wanted to ask more but he let it be and stood up, making his way over to yout desk to take in the files. “That what you've been doin all night?”

You nodded, a million thoughts going through your head.

“And?” That was the question asked where he hoped he’d learn more about trusting your gut, but unfortunately, your gut was coming up short on this one.

“And I need to ask Franks a god damn question.” You opened your notebook to a long list of notes. “or 20.”

“They turn the coffee machine off at 11.” Gibbs said, looking at your empties.

“I’m gonna head out. Change of scenery will do me good.” You grabbed your desk phone and started to press 0 for an operator. “Cab, NIS to Cherry Grove.” As you waited for them to respond you were piling all your work into a pile. “Fuck you mean 35 dollars?” Dropping the papers you grabbed the phone that was originally tucked between your ear and shoulder as if getting the speaker closer to your ear would make the answer change.

“Surge rates? It’s 1:30AM?!” You slammed the phone down, definitely more angrily than you needed it to be but you were just taking out all the pent up emotion from earlier.

“C’mon. I’ll drive you.” Gibbs was staring at you, bag slung over his shoulder.

“Thanks for driving me, Franks drove me in this morning.” You never minded keeping your relationship with Mike secret, but there was something freeing about being so open about it to Gibbs.

“How do you know when to trust your gut?” The question felt out of left field. It echoed in the cabin of his truck.

“You always trust your gut, Gunny.” You smirked over at him before pointing in the direction he needed to turn to get on your street. “Right here.” You pointed to the only house with the porch light on.

As he pulled up against the curb, you both saw Mike sitting on your porch, his elbows leaning on his knees.

Gibbs didn’t say it, but you knew what he was thinking. See, he cares.

“I know he cares. He cornered Artie in the men’s bathroom when he heard him tell Roger I was a diversity promotion.” You remembered Artie coming up to you to apologize, it wasn’t sincere, but there was fear behind it. It was likely that Franks threatened him if he didn’t say something to you.

“Make him sweat it a little bit.” The comment earned you to snap your head towards Gibbs who was trying to hide a smile.

“Did we just become friends, Gunny?” He wasn’t on your team, so while he was technically below you in rank, there was a little more leeway in how you two could speak to eachother, share things.

“If we did, you can call me Jethro.”

That got you to smile back at him with a nod. “You got it, Gunny. See you tomorrow.”

You had full intentions to make it a point not to share anything on you and Franks but after the little conversation that went on, you knew it wasn’t necessary.

As you walked up to your house, you stepped right past Mike, not acknowledging him, just placing your key in the door. Franks didn’t look up at you, just kept his elbows resting on his knees, his head looking down at the ground. Gibbs was still parked on the curb, waiting for you to unlock your door. He was well are that with Franks presence he didn’t need to make sure you got in okay, but you’d have to pry chivalry out of Gibbs cold dead hands.

As you pushed the door open, you spoke over your shoulder. “You comin’ in?”

Franks was standing up and as you waved him inside, he walked past you into your home, head still down like a sad puppy. Turning to the truck, you offered a quick wave to which Gibbs lifted two fingers in a wave himself, and then you stepped inside your home.

You kicked your shoes off next to Mike’s, then followed your daily routine of getting home. Placing your bag on the hooks, dropping your badge on the entry table, locking your gun in the safe. Pouring yourself a glass of wine.

This time though, you cracked open a beer to give to Franks who was sitting at your kitchen table.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Placing the beer down, you brought your glass to your lips as you retreated to the bathroom. The hot water steamed the room up, it made the condensation on your wine glass drip even more than before as it sat on the soap dish in the shower.

“On a scale of 1-10, how much do you hate me?” His drawl didn’t scare you, you knew he’d pop in, it’s why you left the door open.

“8.5” You said as the water trickled down your back, grabbing the wine to take a sip from it.

“Damn.” He clearly wasn’t expecting it that high.

“It’s been higher.” You tried to offer some solace.

“It’s been lower.” Now the shower curtain was being pulled back slightly. His eyes met yours which were looking over at him as you drank the rest of the glass. “Refill?” He held up the bottle and you tipped your glass so he could fill it up. “You wanna dance with the devil?” Putting the cork back in the bottle, he didn’t take his eyes off you.

“The water’s hot, the way you hate it.” With a smile, the words Gibbs had spoken to you right before you got out of the car were sitting in your head. Make him sweat it a little bit.

“I was an asshole.” Those words took you by surprise. Mike never apologized, but he found ways to dance around them with you.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” You placed the glass back down on the soap dish and tilted your head back into the stream of water.

“I shouldn’t have been an asshole.”

With that, you sighed. “Get in.”

It didn’t take him long to be unclothed and standing inside the tub with you, he was quick to wrap his arms around you, your bodies pressed against each other. He placed a quick kiss to your lips, it was his way of reading where you were, if you were going to pull away, if you melted into the kiss, felt distant.

As he pulled away, he moved his hand to grip your face, wiping the streams of mascara off your face before leaning in and kissing you again, this time longer and even though he opened his mouth slightly, he didn’t slip his tongue into your mouth, he wasn’t trying to seduce you, he was just trying to make it up to you.

He leaned to get the shampoo and started to lather the product in his hands before rubbing it on your scalp. You wished it didn’t feel as good as it did, you let out a couple moans as his fingers massaged your scalp.

“Turn around.” His gruff voice sent a chill down your spine despite the scalding hot water that was currently trickling down it. Turning so now your front was in the water stream, you tilted your head back as he continued to massage your head, his hands then moving down to your shoulders. Each movement moving your back closer against him. You could feel him hard against you, but he did nothing to remedy it, just focused on the suds above your shoulders. “Turn and rinse.” He spoke again and you obliged, washing the shampoo out of your hair.

The process repeated with conditioner, and then the soap along your body. By the time your shower was done, your muscles were more relaxed than they had ever been.

“Go, dry up. I’ll be just a minute.” He was turning to let you step out of the shower, your hand in his as you stepped on the bath mat and grabbed your towel. Closing the curtain you heard the water temperature knob squeak, the noise it always made when the water turned colder. You couldn’t help but smile, you always burned your skin in the shower and Franks hated it. Instead of retreating to your bedroom, you plopped up on the sink, waiting for him to finish up.

As the curtain opened, you let your towel start to fall down, part of your skin starting to peek through as it did. Mike caught your eye and then let his fall down to your body before looking back up at you, searching your face to make sure he wasn’t misunderstanding the context.

You tilted your head slightly, telling him to come closer to you with no words at all. He stepped forward, his body covered in droplets still, his hair dripping wet but still twirled in those curls that your fingers would get tangled in. His arms rested on the edges of the sink, closing you in between them. Wrapping your legs around him was all the invitation he needed, his face fell immediately into the crook of your neck, sucking the sensitive area of skin there before tracing it with his tongue. While your head fell back, giving him more area to work with, you wrapped one hand around his shoulders and the other fell down to touch him. You pumped his member right against your entrance, the tip just ever so slightly touching you. That mixed with the work Mike was doing on your neck, you could feel yourself get wetter.

You moved slightly, leaning back against the mirror and pushed your chest out, begging Mike to put your breasts in his mouth and he obliged without any confusion in your body language.

You let out a loud moan, your hands cupping his face as he sucked on your nipple, bringing your hand into his hair and gripping at those curls tightly.

Not wanting to wait another second, you grabbed him and began pumping again, this time you could feel he had his own wetness at the tip and you couldn’t help but use his cock to rub it against your clit before positioning it at your entrance, letting it go in just slightly.

“More.” You spoke into his ear and he didn’t need you to say it twice. He pushed inside you and while you let your head fall back against the mirror again, his fell on your shoulder. Both of you letting out a moan. He stayed there for a few seconds before slowing moving out and pumping back in you, each movement earning a noise from you that he gladly moved to catch in his own mouth.

He kissed you with passion, they were hard, like his thrusts as they began to speed up.

“You feel so fuckin’ good.” The words were whispered as your eyes practically rolled back in your head.

“Think that’s my line, sweetheart.” He chuckled, looking down as he watched himself enter in and out of you, his tongue swiping around his lip like he was hungry for more.

Widening your legs apart, you brought them from wrapped around his waist to snug parallel against his sides, he used his hands to hold them there as he continued to pump inside you, his grunts making you more wet if that was even possible. Moving one hand to touch your clit, you practically cried out from the tender touch of your own hand. Mike was quick to readjust, dropping his hands from your legs and using one hand to lay on top of yours, his polite way of telling you he’d gladly rub your clit for you and his other hand resting on the mirror behind you for balance.

You kept your legs where they were, your knees pressing tightly into his side just made him go faster.

“You look fuckin’ perfect.” You thought he was looking down at you but his eyes were staring right at your face.

You brought your hand back up to his face, cupping it tightly as his hips grinded. The hand that was resting on the mirror moved to readjust you slightly, just sliding you down ever so slightly to change the angle he was fucking you at and bless him for it because it was then that you cried out as his cock hit that spot that made you come undone with the matching pressure of his fingers swirling on your clit.

As you reached your climax, the tightening around his cock caused him to come undone. Both of you moaning and grunting before you let your chests rise and fall to catch your breath. He pulled out of you. Your hand still on his face as he did so he brought his own up to hold it there tighter, pressing a light kiss to the inside of your wrist before helping you off the sink. Every muscle he had just massaged in the shower had just tightened up from being fucked on the bathroom sink but it was incredibly worth it, and maybe you could use it as an excuse for this to happen again.

He bent down to pick the towel up for you, wrapping it around you and using the bottom hem to clean up his mess that was dripping down your leg. Mike grabbed a towel of his own, wrapping it around his waist while you both retreated to the bedroom. He had a drawer with some things in it, so while you were at the vanity putting on your lotion, he was grabbing a shirt for you, and something for him to cover up. The large NIS long sleeve was being handed to you along with a pair of shorts you always wore to bed, then he moved to put his own underwear on. Pulling the cigarette pack out of his jean pockets, he then dropped those belted pants and button up shirt on the ground before picking up a lighter to his cigarette.

“So Gibbs knows?” His voice was altered as he inhaled the cigarette smoke.

“It’s almost like he’s a special agent.” You teased as you brought the shirt over your body.

“So what, you two like friends now or something?” He was teasing you back.

Smirking, you came up behind him and rested your head against his back, your arms wrapping around his abdomen. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” The words were probably in poor taste, considering he wanted to know so much about your thoughts on this case. It was why he was being such a jerk earlier. After he chuckled a bit, his body language got serious, you felt his body tense up against you.

“You remember when we were workin’ that murder case. The one where your friend was the victim.”

It should’ve surprised you, the fact that a heavy statement like that did nothing to shake you, to make your gut twist, but it did none of that. All it did was cause your heart to stop for half a second before going back to normal.

“That case was personal to you.” He nodded, hoping you were understanding where he was going with it, but you weren’t gonna let him not say more. “This–this case. Is personal to me.”

“I wasn’t shutting you out.” You mumbled the sentence against his back.

“I know.” He nodded and took a deep breath.

“Actually have tons of questions for you. I just needed to marinate.”

“Yea, I get that.” He nodded. “You wanna ask me your questions?”

“No.” Now it was your turn to not say more than that.

He nodded again and let out another deep breath.

“But I have one I need to ask you.” You pulled your head off his back and rested your chin on it instead. “How close were you to him?”

Him. Just the word made Mike flinch, the difference in both of you, how for you, your old personal case didn’t even cause you to tremble, but for Franks, he physically felt his body react to the question. That was the difference between these personal cases. Yours was closed. The killer was 6 feet in the ground. This case had no sign of closure in sight, and that was now your weight to carry.

“When he was alive? Not very.”

“But after?” You knew there had to be a point for him to bring up that question.

“When he died, I’ve never felt closer to him.” The words made him choke up a bit. “I talked to him, when I was working the case, I’d talk out loud to him like he was there with me.” He let out a laugh like he found it hard to believe himself. “He still haunts me.”

When you saw the name in the folder, you understood entirely. It was his former team member, before he was promoted to Supervisory Special Agent on a different team.

Just as you were about to speak, there was a knock at your door, a loud one, frantic even.

Mike was quick to stand up straight, his jeans were on his legs in seconds, his fingers quickly fastening the buckle as he made his way to the door.

“Stay here.” His voice was firm, he knew you were just as capable as him to deal with whoever was banging at your door at 3AM, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to deal with it himself.

As the door swung open, his gun in hand and cigarette hanging from his mouth, his face tightened to frighten whoever was there. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Uh, sorry. I was–was looking for my sister.” The stuttering made it very clear the man was stressed, likely in a panic.

“August?” You spoke your brother’s name, your hands grabbing Mike’s bare skin to move him over, staring almost frozen at the sight of your brother. “What happened?”

“It’s Jessica, I can’t find her.” And just like that, the twist in your gut came back. Your eyes closed, and you squeezed Mike’s arm before moving past him and grabbing your manic brother into your arms.

“It’s okay, Auggie. We’ll find her.” Lie. Mike was trying to rack his brain around everything. “Go lay on the couch, I’ll make you a cup of tea.”

Your brother hadn’t been the same since losing Jessica. It’s why you put everything on the line to take the case all those years ago. It’s why you wanted to look at this case with fresh eyes-no sway, because the minute someone planted an idea of how things went down with Jessica, you spent 12 crucial hours following that thought just for it to come up as a dead end. You should’ve followed your gut. From that day forward, you always followed your gut.

As your brother moved to the couch, his hands shaking and head nodding as he repeated your words, you turned to Mike. After you told him to go put a shirt on and put on a pot of coffee for you both, you squeezed his arm with one more thing to say.

“The cases don’t have to be cold for them to continue haunting you.”

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crazycurly-77 · 2 months ago

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You're a bastard -

Ch 2

When the elevator doors opened, people immediately streamed into the cabin, so that you had trouble getting out. Gibbs' displeasure was clearly visible. He reprimanded them with a stern look and then the doors closed and the cabin started moving again.

While he was busy with the colleagues and visitors, you were already walking towards your desk. DiNozzo ran excitedly next to you and asked with a grin: "So? Tell me. How was it?"

You were just about to answer when he flinched, because Gibbs was suddenly standing behind him, gave him a head-slap and said: "Do your job."

With a meek toned: "Yes, boss," Tony quickly disappeared behind his monitor and tried to become invisible. The invisible thing actually worked so far, because Gibbs didn't have his glasses on, but Tony's mumbling could still be heard.

Continuing to leaf through the files on his desk, a single, quietly threatening word rang out in the room: “DiNozzo…”

Suddenly, silence fell.

After that, each of you worked away, giving you time to think. Did that really happen earlier? Did you really kiss and did he really invite you on a date tonight?

You could hardly believe it. Even less could you believe that you were actually planning to meet him. What would you expect?

There seemed to be no middle ground with him. You either liked him or you didn’t. There was nothing in between.

He was cute, kind, smart, charming, sexy, annoying, stoic, demanding and he drove you crazy. Leroy Jethro Gibbs was all of that and more.

From time to time, you wanted to hug him and shoot him at the same time. But you assumed that he just had that effect on those around him.

You felt the same. Most of the time in the last few days you would have liked to wring his neck for tormenting you like that.

But when something went well and he was pleased, he smiled so sweetly and honestly that his ever-awake and analyzing eyes lit up and he looked like a little boy under the Christmas tree. And at that sight your heart immediately melted.

The man was an absolute mystery and therefore always good for surprises. It was very unlikely that anyone would ever solve the “Gibbs” mystery.

Including you, because if you thought he treated you better after your make-out session in the elevator, then you were completely mistaken.

He tormented you just as much as before.

Great.

Should you even go on the date with him? You tried to think of any excuse not to go. But you weren't lucky. You couldn't think of anything that he wouldn't see through immediately. But on the other hand…did you even want to talk your way out of it?

No, you didn't want to. But you were already very nervous.

With his tall, trained figure and his beautiful blue eyes, he was a temptation on two legs and many women would do anything to go on a date with him, so why would he invite you of all people?

Good question, next question. No idea. But with luck, he would tell you at some point.

"Y/L/N!!!!" Gibbs suddenly yelled directly into your ear, tearing you out of your thoughts.

You almost fell out of your chair in shock and he was just able to hold on to you.

Confused, you first looked at your monitor and then at him, asking cautiously: "What's wrong?"

He pushed his cup into your hand and said sternly: "Coffee. Now."

Then he left again.

You looked after him and if looks could kill, he would have dropped dead in an instant. What a bastard.

You stood up, got his coffee and slammed the cup on the table, spilling the coffee onto the table.

Gibbs was able to pick up the file just in time and looked at you darkly without saying a word.

You looked at him innocently: “Oops,” and went to your desk.

A look in his direction said that HE was now the one who was about to explode.

Very good. Retributive justice.

Tony immediately recognized the danger and made off for the rest of the day.

Furious, Gibbs took a rag from his drawer and dried his desk. Then he threw the wet rag to you, which you just managed to catch with an “Ugh” before it hit you.

With the dripping piece of cloth in your hand, you looked at him angrily: “Are you serious?!”

“You get me another coffee. Now,” Gibbs demanded with a certain satisfaction at the fact that your desk was now full of coffee.

With a muttered “bastard,” you finally got up to get the requested coffee, because you would probably lose any argument about it.

Triumphantly he took the cup of hot brew after you returned and took a sip, only to spit it out again immediately.

“Y/L/N!!!!” he yelled.

Yes, he definitely tasted the milk in the coffee. There was enough in it. You thought with a grin and ignored him.

He had enough and lost his temper. He turned off his computer, then yours and now it was HIM who grabbed your hand and dragged you to the elevator. You didn't know what happened to you: “I still have to finish writing the report.”

“That can wait until tomorrow,” Gibbs decided. With a “ding” the doors of the elevator opened and he immediately dragged you in.

The doors closed and he pushed you against the wall with his whole body. Then he kissed you hard, wild and full of pent-up lust and passion, making you dizzy. Your knees went weak and you held onto his strong shoulders to keep standing. It was overwhelming.

The doors opened far too soon, he ended the kiss and pulled you by the hand to his car.

He drove to his house at his usual breakneck pace. You both got out and as soon as you were inside, you continued where you had left off in the elevator.

After several hot rounds in his bed, you both laid exhausted next to each other.

He gently pulled you into his arms and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

In response, you pressed a kiss to his chest where your head was laying, your hand playing with the soft hair on his chest.

“It's probably too late for dinner and the movie now,” you guessed.

He laughed briefly: “Yes, probably. But that's okay.”

You looked up at him in surprise: “It is? Why?”

He smiled and stroked your cheek lovingly: “Because I wanted to woo and seduce you with it.”

You couldn’t help teasing him and asked him with raised eyebrows: “Oh, and you think that’s no longer necessary now?”

Laughing out loud, he kissed you and answered: “Sure. But now I have more options.”

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and winked.

Yes, he was a bastard, but a nice one.

Then you became thoughtful.

“Why me? And what will happen next?”

He stroked your back up and down and answered gently:

“Why you? Because you don’t let yourself be defeated and you’re simply stunning.”

He kissed you and continued:

“And what happens next…”

he kissed you again

“…I suggest we give it a try. Or do you already have a boyfriend?”

You wanted to playfully hit him on the chest, but he held your hands tightly, pulled you onto him laughing, looked deep into your eyes and whispered:

“I’ve fallen in love with you, let me be your boyfriend.”

You melted. Feeling his body under yours and his confession echoing in every fiber of your heart, you took his head in both hands and kissed him passionately.

And in case he hadn’t understood yet, you answered:

“I love you, my boyfriend.”

But of course he had to have the last word, because after your explanation he said:

“I’m very happy, my darling. Then luckily we agree. But just to be clear: at work, I’m in charge and that won’t change.

In private, however, you can do almost anything you want with me.”

Amid much laughter, a real pillow fight ensued, which quickly got hotter and soon the pillows were forgotten. After the first unforgettable hours as a couple, you fell asleep in each other's arms, dreamed of your future together and woke up the next morning tightly entwined and deeply happy.

The future was beautiful and it belonged to both of you.

The End

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enretrogue · 10 months ago

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𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦

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ATTACK ON TITAN (SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN):

Multi-Character

Fluffy HCs Pt. 2 (Porco, Colt, Zeke, Reiner) — @spiteless-xo

‘Cause I Got My Love to Keep Me Warm (Eren, Mikasa, Porco) — @violetarks

Trigger Finger (Levi, Connie, Porco) — @ilyluffy

Their Favorite Body Part (Erwin, Eren, Armin, Porco, Reiner, Levi) — @tonilovessushi

College Majors (Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Porco, Reiner, Levi, Zeke) — @scumbagjaeger

Them w/ a Cling S/O (Mikasa, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Annie, Reiner, Porco, Marcel, Pieck, Levi, Hange, Erwin)— @420ruffy

Telling Him You’re Pregnant (Zeke, Eren, Porco, Reiner) — @marsbutterfly

Expecting (Levi, Eren, Porco) — @xokiddo

Poly Relationship (Porco + Reiner) — @vainilla-milk

Porco Galliard

Tired Porco Doesn’t Know Where He’s Laying — @mommypieck

Vacation w/ Porco — ^

Porco and Big Tummies — ^

Suddenly Becoming a Dad ⎢ As a Dad — @spiteless-xo

General NSFW HCs — ^

Make Me a Father — @roseofdarknessblog

Suffering the Consequences — ^

Northern Lights — ^

Everything Will Be Okay — ^

NSFW Alphabet — @scumbagjaeger

Breeding Kink (but make it angsty) — ^

College!Porco HCs — ^

How Do You Call Your Loverboy — @cafedanslanuit

Fitness Instructor Porco Galliard — ^

Blurb — @we-are-so-close

So Happy — ^

Yandere(ish) Porco Smut — ^

Game Over — @yeagerdaydreams

Off to Sleep — ^

Kind Regards, I’m Quitting — @persistent-peach

Red Tape — ^

Dad!Porco — @xokiddo

Protective!Porco — ^

Sugar Daddy!Porco — ^

Halloween Prompt — ^

Fan Service — @thegetoufather

Rugby Player Porco — ^

Pink Shorts — @fierydiamond

You Belong With Me— ^

Precipice ⎢ Ch. 2 — @mochalate

Blurb — @tangerinexwrites

“That’s for acting like a fucking brat today” — @fscottcatsgerald

Brat Taming — @nixie-writes-aot

Photo Album — @vainilla-milk

Porco Comforting You After Seeing Your Ex — @dabilove27

My Princess — @angelsdevils

HCs for Porco — @missmeinyourbones

No Strings Attached — @mvrtaiswriting

Husband!Porco ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 ⎢ Part 4 — @lostinwildflowers

Brother’s Best Friend — @oneoftheextras

That’s My Smart Girl — @toorusluvr

Sister Fucker — @ilyluffy

Riding Porco HCs — @ackermansupremacy

Blood ‘n Guts — @luvhotline

BF!Porco Texts ⎢ Part 2 — @plutowrites

Your Daughter Calls Porco “Dad” — @tinyjeanmarco

Worth It — @literaltrashforeverything

Scratch — @whats-her-quirk

Porco Boyfriend Tweets — @re1nerisms

Show Him Who You Belong To — @jean-kayak ༝༚༝༚

Porco Having a Crush on You HCs — @bubbleteaimagine

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Court Gentry/Sierra Six

Polaroid — @renren-006

His Bonnie on the Side — @wiidvw ༝༚༝༚

Thoughts on Sierra Six as a Romantic Partner — @drivinmeinsane

We’ll Always Have Cuba — @companionjones

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Joel Miller

Live From New York — @cowgurrrl

Beautiful Girls — ^

Love You — ^

Unknown — ^

I’m Still Standing — ^

My Girls — ^

Lucky — ^

Girls on Film — ^

I’m Just Ken — ^

Please Come Home For Christmas — ^

So This Is Love — ^

NCIS:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Busted — @writeandsurvive

Babysitting — ^

Birthday Imagine — @kdogreads

Blind Dates — ^

Are You Done? — ^

Ain’t Woman Enough — ^

Annoyance — @lizzyk137

Surprise — @encryptidone

We Keep This Love In a Paragraph — @chiefdirector

You Ain’t Alone — @ash-whimsicalfanfic

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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 1 year ago

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Serendipity (CH 9)

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 1286

Warning: Mild language, fluff, smut, angst, graphic scenes, death, murder, gore, violence, mature material…

Prompt: You have a major crush on Gibbs, however you choose to push it away as you fear he doesn’t feel the same way. Suddenly there is a bunch of chances that lead to a happy ending…

It was silent between Gibbs and I as we sat in his basement. He was sanding away at the boat whilst I sat on a workbench, silently thinking through everything that has happened the past few weeks.

"I didn't mean to make you upset." He says, still sanding away at the boat.

"You didn't. I got overwhelmed." I say.

"Because of me." He says.

"No. Because I'm in over my head and I don't want to drag anyone else into this mess. But, I also know I can't do this alone." I say.

He stops sanding, staring at the boat before he turns to me and tosses the sanding block on another workbench.

"We are a family, Y/N. We have each others backs. We are going to get him and stop this once and for all. Okay?" He asks.

"Okay." I say.

"You shouldn't be alone either. So, I'm requesting you stay with me." He says.

"I don't think...that's the greatest idea." I murmur.

"Why's that?" He asks.

"I don't think it's the brightest idea we stay under the same roof when we have feelings and you don't want anything, but I do. I'm sorry, but I just...don't think it'd be good for either of us. I can stay at the Navy yard. That is what I have been doing." I say.

"I never said I didn't want anything." He says.

"You said we couldn't do this, Gibbs. Because of rule twelve." I said.

"Well...I've heard some rules are meant to be broken and I think that's the case for rule twelve." He says.

I was surprised. I wasn't expecting that. I look away from his intense gaze, trying to gather myself. I really wasn't expecting that. I was truly expecting that he was going to threaten to cut me from the team if I couldn't console my feelings.

"Do you actually mean that, Gibbs?" I ask quietly.

"Jethro, call me Jethro. And yes, I do mean it." He says.

"What changed?" I asked.

"The thought of you being with someone else is like having a bucket of icy water poured over my head. I refuse to watch you move on and be with someone else. I know I couldn't and I also know I couldn't live with that. Your a wonderful woman...a beautiful, smart, talented and sexy woman." He murmurs, stepping towards me before standing between my legs.

"Jethro." I murmur.

"I can't deny how I feel any longer. And I can't continue living this lie that I can push away how I feel for you. Because I can't." He says.

"Jethro." I murmur again.

"I'm not going to lose you because I'm a stupid bastard. I'll be damned if I were to let that happen. You make me happy, Y/N. And I know your confused. However, I was scared...that's why I was pushing you away." He says.

"Scared?" I question.

"I've never felt this way for anyone, not even Shannon and that is what scares me, Y/N. I love Shannon and she'll always have a piece of my heart. But...I think I've finally found the person who pieces me back together and makes me happy...you make me happy." He says.

"Jethro..." I trail off quietly.

"No. This isn't a bad thing. Shannon...she'd be kicking my ass for not moving on once she passed...for wallowing in grief for so many years. She'd want me happy and to find myself love again. And you make me happy. You've made me believe that I can love again." He murmurs.

I was shocked. I didn't know what to say. I wasn't expecting that. Not in the slightest.

"I...are you sure?" I ask.

"I wouldn't be saying all of this if I wasn't sure." He says, smirking slightly.

I roll my eyes, smiling slightly. He was such an ass. Especially, when he got cocky like now.

"I guess you wouldn't." I murmur.

"Come on. We need to feed you." He murmurs, lifting me off the workbench and setting me on the ground.

My cheeks flush, confused on how he so easily lifted me off the workbench. He starts walking towards the stairs and I follow after him, sitting at the island in the kitchen as he cooks.

A recent development.

I've always said he had the space for an island and it'd be nice. I was surprised when he got one. I reach over for my bag, grabbing my sketchbook and some pencils.

As soon as the pencil touches the paper, my phone buzzes. I sigh, reaching over and grabbing it. I answer it, looking at the sketch page.

"Hello?" I ask after a moment of silence.

It was silent still, so I pull it away from my ear to see an unfamiliar number. I put the phone to my ear, my jaw clenching.

"Stop calling this number." I snap, before freezing when I hear a deep chuckle.

"You will pay." He says.

The line cuts dead and my heart hammers against my chest as Gibbs stares at me.

"Was it him?" He asks.

It was like I could barely hear him as I grab the sketch pencil, putting it to the paper as my eyes close. I scrawl out different things I noticed before opening my eyes, sketching over the words. He was somewhere where there was trains and water.

Two plates are set on the island and he grabs my sketchbook, looking it over before looking up at me.

"Explain." He says.

"Background noises I hear. I heard water—and those one boats with the loud horns and then trains. I think that is where he is laying low." I explain quietly.

He sets the sketchbook down, coming around the island to stand by me. He throws an arm over my shoulder, his other hand pushing my head towards him where he leaves a gentle kiss on my temple.

"We will get him. Now eat." He murmurs.

I nod unsure, looking at the plate of food he made. I suddenly didn't feel so hungry anymore because of everything going on. He sits beside me, pushing my plate towards me and he grabs his own.

My phone rings again and I look at it with tired eyes. It was the same number. My eyes widen as Jethro takes a meat mallet to it. He sits back down next to me and I pick up a piece of the broken phone, pursing my lips in satisfaction.

"Eat." He demands softly.

I set the piece of the broken phone down, feeling a little better as I grab the fork and start to quietly eat beside him. My eyes brighten when the coffee pot dings.

"Can I have a cup?" I ask, looking at him excitedly.

"Not today. Your cut off from any caffeine." He grunts, getting up to pour himself a cup.

I huff, watching him with a pout. He grabs our plates and walks to the sink, so I grab his mug and take a sip.

"You better not be drinking my coffee." He warns quietly from where he was washing dishes.

"And if I am?" I challenge.

He stills before I hear a quiet chuckle resonate from him. He turns around and I smile at him over the mug I held close to my lips.

"Coffee down, clothes off, my bed." He says and my cheeks flush.

"Jeesh, Jethro." I mumble.

"I'm not going to be so nice if you keep me waiting." He warns and I set the mug down on the counter slowly.

"What if I don't want you nice, Jethro?" I murmur, standing and walking down to the basement with a grin.

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peninsularian · 2 years ago

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Previously only available as a 1987 album track (in the company of The Mighty Diamonds), now available as a 7, with a Russ D dub mix

#leroy smart #so much things #mighty diamonds #reggae #rastafari #roots

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glitteringsunshine · 4 months ago

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Jethro's Wife

Pairing: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader

Situation: You are married to Gibbs with two kids. They have a school trip on the weekend with no phones and you are worried.

Reader( Y/N’s) POV

" Relax Babe. It's a school trip. The kids will be fine." Jethro said rubbing my shoulders.

" But this is the first time they are spending the night without adult supervision, Jethro. "

“ They have teachers with them Y/N” .

“ 3 teachers for 24 students Jethro. That’s a 8:1 student teacher ratio”.

“ Hey our kids are smart independent and responsible. They can take care of themselves. “

“ They are too smart Jethro. That’s what worries me “ I laughed.” I still feel the no phone or internet connection is a lousy idea.”

“ Shh Babe, it’s a weekend . We have the house all to ourselves” Jethro whispered in my ears. His lips gently peppered a couple of kisses down my neck as I held my breath in anticipation. I could feel tingles in my stomach. It is amazing that even after so many years of marriage I feel the same excitement that I had felt the first time with him.

He held my waist and pulled me close to him as I turned towards him and saw desire flashing in is eyes. I leaned in towards his lips but instead of kissing him I softly ran my tongue against his lips, teasing him. He chuckled cocking up his eyebrows. “ You are gonna pay for that babe” he giggled. He grabbed my waist and pulled me on to his lap so that I was straddling him. I could feel his heart beat against mine,his masculine hardness setting my feminine core ablaze. He leaned in claiming my lips as I ground against him.

As I moaned he gained access to my tongue, with his finger slowly sneaking inside my panties. He found me all wet and ready. Rubbing his thumb against my clit he pumped a couple of fingers inside me ,building a rhythm of pleasure. The way I was thrusting against his finger, he could feel I was close.

“ Jethro. Oh Jethro. Jethro please” I whispered.

“ Yeah baby what do you want?”

“ Jethro I ,I ,I…”

" Do you wanna cum kid"

“ Yes, Oh Yes please” I cried put frustrated as he slowed his fingers.

“ Then ask me nicely baby” he said smirking.

“ Jethro ,Please let me cum.”

“ Can’t hear you babe”

“ Jethro , my Darling Jethro , my dear husband ,please let me cum. Can I please cum ? Please”

“ Since you asked so nicely, now cum baby. Cum on my fingers he said pumping his fingers hard as I came ,waves of pleasure running through me one after the other.

He licked his finger tasting me. “ Ahh Yumm” he said. He brought his fingers to my mouth letting me suck on it.

I kneeled down unbuckling his belt pulling out his hard throbbing Cock. I looked at him asking for his permission as he nodded. I took him in my mouth ,my tongue enveloping his hardness.

I explored his Cock slowly building a rhythm flicking my tongue in a way and pace I know Jethro loves. I looked up at his eyes, seeing lust, desire, passion. But like always I also found a level of tenderness in them , the one of love. He stroked my hair alternatively brushing it off my face.

“ Y/N, love” Jethro said “ I am close”.

“ I know Jethro . I want you to finish in my mouth. I want to taste you. Please” I said Licking the precum from his tip.

I slowly moved my tongue up and down from side to side feeling him in my mouth. I felt him shoot his load . I took it all swallowing it. I licked my lips.

Jethro pulled me up kissing me passionately tasting himself.

“ Time to return the favour “ he said, laying me on my back and tracing kisses to my core. He sucked and bit my clit , then moving down to eat me out. I thrusted arching my hips towards his mouth. Realising I was so close he looked up.

“ Don’t tease me now, please” I said.

“ I won’t kid. You can cum when you like. “ he said plunging his tongue inside me. I came in waves of pleasure as he held me steady.

“ Darling “ he said. “ I want to be inside you, Please”.

“ Since you ask so nicely” I chuckled mirroring his words, making him chuckle.

“ hmm you could be a bit more nicer , though” I grinned.

“ Please” he said grinning as I nodded to him.

He lined his cock against my entrance pushing in.

“ God Y/N” “ you are so tight “ he said.

He made a few shallow thrusts letting me adjust to his size, before he plunged deep. I wrapped my legs around him , pulling him closer. We moved together, our bodies tangled to each other. He sucked my nipples making me moan in placer. Our hearts were beating together. I was getting close. I clenched his cock making him moan.

“ Jethro, I am going to ….”

“ Go on Y/N, cum for me.”

As I came milking his cock, his thrusts became more erratic. I could understand he was close. He sucked my nipple, making me go over the edge. This time he followed me, and we came together, he swallowing my moans with his deep kiss.

We panted ,as our sweat intermingled. He brushed the hair of my face, gently kissing my forehead. He pulled me close , as I cuddled against him.

“ I love you so much Y/N”

“ I love you too Jethro.”

#ncis fanfiction #leroy jethro gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #ncis

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trofysisters · 11 months ago

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Катя

Зарабатывая деньги продажей шедевров, Катя много времени проводила дома и начала заботиться о питомцах. (Earning money by selling masterpieces, Katya spent a lot of time at home and began taking care of pets)

Она наконец смогла понять и разделить любовь мужа к собакам, даже сама захотела завести еще одного щенка или котенка. (She was finally able to understand and share her husband’s love for dogs, and even wanted to get another puppy or kitten)

Сашка тем временем решил выучить Лероя команде "Ко мне". Лучше бы он выучил пса не писать в прихожей. (Sasha, meanwhile, decided to teach Leroy the “Come to me” command. It would be better if he taught the dog not to pee in the hallway)

Или научил подросшего щенка - Сузи не грызть мебель. Лерой был умным, он сразу покинул место преступления, чтобы его не обвинили в порче имущества. (Or he would teach a grown-up puppy - Susie - not to chew furniture. Leroy was smart, he immediately left the crime scene to avoid being charged with property damage)

Сашка прочитал Сузи нотацию, та выслушала с самым горестным выражением на морде и пошла крушить мебель в спальне. (Sasha lectured Susie, she listened with the most sorrowful expression on her face and went to destroy the furniture in the bedroom)

Похоже, не умел Сашка воспитывать собак и детей. Тем временем Карина в выходной день без разрешения родителей отправилась в парк аттракционов. (It seems that Sasha did not know how to raise dogs and children. Meanwhile, Karina went to an amusement park on her day off without her parents’ permission)

Настроение ее было безрадостным, ведь обычно гулять ходят парочками, а тут еще пошел дождь. (Her mood was joyless, because usually couples go for walks, and then it started to rain)

Всегда есть мороженое одному Не вкусно ни мне, ни тебе, никому. (Always eating ice cream alone is not tasty for me, nor for you, nor for anyone)

Еще и автомат с предсказаниями сообщил, что ничего романтичного в ее будущем не предвидится. (The fortune machine also said that nothing romantic was in store for her future)

Карина была готова идти наперекор судьбе, поэтому пригласила на прогулку Давида. При встрече они нежно обнялись, но Карина заподозрила, что эти объятия были вовсе не романтическими. Уж больно спокойно на них реагировала товарищ Крамплботтом. (Karina was ready to defy fate, so she invited David for a walk. When they met, they hugged tenderly, but Karina suspected that these hugs were not romantic at all. Comrade Crumplebottom reacted too calmly to them)

Для создания нужной атмосферы Карина потащила Давида в ресторан. (To create the right atmosphere, Karina dragged David to the restaurant)

Но в конце ужина парень поблагодарил ее за прекрасный друж��ский вечер. То есть как, дружеский?! А как же любовь? (But at the end of dinner, the guy thanked her for a wonderful, friendly evening. What do you mean, friendly?! And what about love?)

Домой возвращаться не хотелось, и девушка пошла в ночной клуб. Видимо, в этот день был вечер пенсионеров. Иначе как объяснить, что она уснула на танцполе? (I didn’t want to return home, so the girl went to a nightclub. Apparently, that day was a pensioners' evening. How else can you explain that she fell asleep on the dance floor?)

Карина испытывала досаду. Она хотела быть любимой, важной и ценной хоть для кого-то. Уборка помогала ей привести чувства в порядок. (Karina was frustrated. She wanted to be loved, important and valuable to at least someone. Cleaning helped her put her feelings in order)

Может папа увидит, какая она трудолюбивая, и похвалит ее? Но тот хвалил и гладил только своего дурацкого пса. (Maybe dad will see how hardworking she is and praise her? But he praised and stroked only his stupid dog)

На следующий день Карина отправилась на рынок, чтобы купить себе чего-нибудь новенького. (The next day Karina went to the market to buy herself something new)

Там она встретила свою подружку Аду в новенькой школьной форме. Карине было немного обидно слушать, как родители Ады, Анфиса и Эдуард, помогали ей поступить в частную школу. (There she met her friend Ada in a brand new school uniform. Karina was a little offended to listen to how Ada’s parents, Anfisa and Eduard, helped her enroll in a private school)

Пожалуй, папа Карины занимается только своими собаками, а не собственной дочерью. (Perhaps Karina’s dad only cares about his dogs, and not about his own daughter)

Может псам еще Каринину комнату отдать? Лерой уже примеривается к ее кровати. (Maybe should give Karinin’s room to the dogs? Leroy is already adjusting himself to her bed)

Мама Карины увлеченно пишет шедевры. (Karina's mother enthusiastically writes masterpieces)

Если Карина начнет хорошо рисовать, может мама ее похвалит, и им будет что вместе обсудить? Только пока шедевры у девочки не получаются. (If Karina starts drawing well, maybe her mother will praise her, and they will have something to discuss together? It’s just that the girl doesn’t paint any masterpieces yet)

Зато Сашка открыл свои рестораны в новых аэропортах, увеличив бюджет семьи на 55 000 симолеонов. (But Sasha opened his restaurants in new airports, increasing the family budget by 55,000 simoleons)

Этой новостью Катя была обязана поделиться с соседями, но Илью больше впечатляла красота Анфисы, чем богатство Кати. (Katya really wanted to share this news with her neighbors, but Ilya was more impressed by Anfisa’s beauty than Katya’s wealth)

Тогда Катя решила ему доказать, что она тоже еще молода, энергична и хороша собой, в процессе чуть не отбив Илье его мужественность. (Then Katya decided to prove to him that she, too, was still young, energetic and pretty, in the process almost knocking off Ilya’s masculinity)

#sims 2 #devchata #katya #karina

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