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Get in the Truck (Jethro Gibbs x reader) [SMUT]
The bullpen was quiet ever since you and Jethro had your big argument while you were out investigating a case and the pair of you wouldn’t talk to each other. Tony and McGee exchanged quiet looks of uncertainty as Gibbs walked in.
You sat now at your desk, fuming. You looked up at him as he passed you.
“You have a problem, (l/n)?” He asked. You hadn’t responded. “Do you have a problem, (y/n)?” You continued to glare at him. “I asked you a question Marine, answer me.”
“No.” You said coldly. His icy blue eyes staring right into yours. Two fiery glares being exchanged in silence.
“(Y/n) what exactly happened out there?” McGee asked.
“Yeah… I’m with McNosy on this one” Tony agreed.
“I said something he didn’t like. I did something he didn’t like.” you respond not looking up from your paperwork. They boys had receded back to their work, leaving you be… you obviously weren’t in the mood. Jethro clenched his jaw.
What felt like hours later, you grew bored of your filing work and grabbed the remaining 20 something files, you dropped them onto his desk. You locked eyes with him as they landed with a deep thud. You decided you would go toe to toe with you boss and boyfriend at the same time.
“Here Jethro. That’s for you” you say and grab your coat. “I’m taking my lunch break” you walked out. It was his turn to fume now. Tony and McGee looked at each other as they argument was waiting to break out. He glared daggers into your back as you stalked to the elevator.
“Boss…” DiNozzo began.
“Shut it.” Gibbs stood up and followed you. “You know (y/n) pretty stupid of you to tell your boss what you were gonna do” he said following you.
“Oh god Gibbs grow up” you reply walking towards your car. “Boss, boyfriend, what are you? You can’t play both roles at once you know”
You turned abruptly to face him.
“Yes I can” he replied. “You crossed the line”
“Oh, I crossed the line, baby? I crossed the line!?” You were now literally inches away from him. You could feel his body heat. “I wasn’t the one that started bringing out personal affairs into it. I wasn’t the one that decided it’d be a good idea to just, I don’t know, casually tell someone that “you’re always so belligerent (y/n) you don’t listen, the only time you’ve ever listened to me is in bed, and you barely do that””
Jethro couldn’t deny it, he was incredibly turned on by you. Your anger made your eyes sparkle, the way your jaw flexed as you glared at him.
“Im sorry I crossed the line (y/n) but you are not allowed to tell me how to do my job when I’m on the field because at work, I’m the boss.” He spoke. “You don’t listen. You don’t immediately do as I tell you, quite frankly, you have gotten belligerent.”
“Then fuck it out of me” you say through gritted teeth. “Fuck the belligerency right out of me”
“Get in the truck.” His eyes darkened. “Now. And (l/n) do not make me ask you again” you walked to the truck, he pushed you against the door and caught you in a heated kiss. Unlocking the door behind you. You undid your coat, and he undid his throwing it into the truck bed as you opened the door.
You got inside and scooted back as he crawled between your legs, closing the door behind you. His mouth reconnected to yours roughly. His hands followed the natural curve of your clothing as you moaned into his mouth. His calloused hands met the waistband of your pants as yours found his belt. You teased his growth as he assaulted your neck. He bucked his hips as he groaned.
“Fuck” you heard the desire in his voice.He made easy work of undoing your pants with an easy few flicks of his wrist. Unzipping his pants, he easily slipped himself out as you let your pants down.
He slid into you, a deep guttural groan leaving him. You moaned into his mouth as he roughly fucked you. Not wasting anytime in relieving himself and chasing to relieve you. The tangled moans that es the two of you would’ve been a symphony to any outside listeners.
Your moans and whimpers raised higher in pitch as he thrusted sloppier and sloppier as his orgasm neared. Hard thrusts earned him a rough bite on his neck.
“Fuck (y/n)” he groaned into your neck as his sporadic thrusts were being to speed up. Your walls clenched around him, causing a grunt to roll off his tongue. You were a whole other story.
You were actively losing your mind. Your composure had slipped, moans and curses slurred together as he fucked. Your own hand has drawn down to your clit to rub the circles you needed to make your body stiffen. Your mouth laid open in pleasure as you orgasmed. Cursing his name as he came simultaneously with you.
“God, (y/n)” he pulled out of you, grabbed a wipe from the pack he kept in the glove compartment. He cleaned you as best as he could before caring for himself. You laid on the truck seat with a dazed smile on your face.
“What gorgeous?” He smirked. As he opened the door and stood up. Looking around as he fixed his pants and boxers, pulling them up.
“Best sex I think I’ve ever had” you reply. You stood close to Gibbs and rearranged yourself . Your two bodies warm. You tuck in his shirt and zip and button his pants. He watched as you did so. You kissed him as you redid his belt.
“I think can top it” he shrugged.
“Hm. Top me tonight after dinner”
“Are you telling me what to do (l/n)? While we’re at work?” He questioned.
“No sir” you respond, teasing him. You giggled as you hugged him. He kissed the top of your head. He let go and the two of you began walking back to the office. Giggling and walking around like a goofball. Dickdrunk and high off serotonin.
“Report to the house by 1900 hours” Gibbs ordered. You smirked as you stood in place.
“Yes sir” you saluted him.
“What marine?”
“Yes sir”
“What time are you to report to the house, marine?”
“1900 hours”
“At ease soldier” the two of you laughed as you locked hands. He kissed your temple. “You’re my good girl” he whispered in your ear as you got in the elevator. You smile.
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Hi everyone!
I'm Fran
I'll write fanfiction and post them here. English isn't my first language so i apoligise in advance for any mistake
Please be kind and if you don't like something or have something to say, do it in private. Thanks!
Characters/Fandom I'll write for:
AARON HOTCHNER - Criminal minds
ALDEN PARKER - NCIS
LEROY JETHRO GIBBS -NCIS
KURT/DIANE - The good fight
KIT/BELL - The resident
More could be add, but for now this is it.
Enjoy!
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Smile at the Bottom of the Bottle - Jack Sparrow x Reader | Smut
Summary: Jack cheers up the reader with a little special treat (A/n: lol)
Word Count: 780
Date Posted: 03.22.24
Prompt: Can i request a jack x reader were jack sees the reader having a bad day and decides to try and drink her/their (idc if its fem or neutral:D)troubles away. So jack tries to cheer them up and he turns it dirty;) if not that's okay to:)
TW: AFAB Language was used, with P in V penetration.
Note: N/a
🔞MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🔞
|| Masterlist || Request Here || Fandoms/ Characters || Req by @1deadpool26
Being part of Jack’s crew was always an adventure. There never seemed to be any rhyme or reason for his actions, yet somehow, things seemed to work out in his favor more often than not. Like Gibbs, you were loyal to Jack. Unlike Gibbs, your unwavering loyalty landed you marooned with Jack during the original mutiny.
And again, now after Barbossa dropped you, Jack, and Elizabeth on the very same island.
“Here,” Jack handed you a bottle, thunking down on the sand next to you and the small fire you had built. Elizabeth was out wanding the beach, doing god knows what; you didn’t care. It's not that you didn’t like Elizabeth; it's just that you didn’t care much about what she did. It’s the bed she made; she’s gotta lay in it.
“Thanks,” You took the bottle, taking a long swig. You didn’t have to tell Jack that it was a shitty day; he was feeling it too.
“Give me a smile, Love,” Jack caressed your cheek, “You know I hate it when you’re sad.”
“Not much to smile for, Jack,” you countered, shaking your head. “We’re stuck here again.”
“Aye, but we’re together.” He leaned in to whisper in your ear, kissing the lobe. You sighed, relaxing into his familiar touch. With his free hand, he stroked your bodice, making his way to your corset ties and undoing them swiftly. Once untied, he unclipped it, letting fall loose to the sand. “And I know what will make you smile.”
You rolled your eyes but made no move to stop him, letting undo the ties that held up your well-fitted trousers. Jack slid his hand down your pants, finding your sensitive clit with precision, using two fingers to rub it in slow, deliberate circles.
You couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips, rocking your hips up against his finger. You lost yourself in the feeling of him pressed against you as he continued to kiss down your neck to your collarbone, leaking little hickies and bruises in his wake, claiming you.
“You’re a tease,” You growled at him, “Man up and fuck me like you mean it.”
Jack just laughed at your frustration and pulled your pants around your ankles, making just enough space for him to get between them, repeating the action for his own trousers, freeing his long, thin member. He lined himself up with your entrance, sliding in with ease as you moaned. It had been a while since the last time he’d sunk his cock in you; you had missed the feeling.
He gripped your hips, propping them up against his, forcing you to lay back on the sand. Jack rocked gently into you, allowing you to warm up to his intrusion. Slowly but steadily, he began picking up the pace, sloppily kissing anywhere he could reach.
“Jack,” You moaned, hiding your face in your arm. His hand shot out, gripping your jaw as he forced your eyes to his.
“Don’t hide,” His smile bordered on sadistic. “I want to see your pretty face as you moan for me.”
Jack adjusted his positioning, hitting that spot that never failed to make you squeal and writhe beneath him. It felt amazing, but purposely, it wasn’t enough to get you to tumble over that edge. It only got you riled up until you were teetering on the edge of the cliff, waiting for the gust of wind to send you over.
“I swear, Jack, if you don’t make me cum, I will shoot you,” You threatened, arching you back into him, craving more than he was giving you.
Again, he laughed, reaching under your shirt to tease your taut nipples. Every pinch sent waves of painful pleasure through your body, right down to where that hot coil was tightening at the base of your stomach.
“Fuck, Jack,” You moaned again, brows furrowed in concentration, willing yourself to fall over that edge. You let out slow breaths, each inhale making your pleasure burn hotter, and the coil tightens. “Fuck, Jack, I’m gonna cum.”
“Come for me,” Jack demands as you stumble over the cliff, the coil bursting as aftershocks roll through you. Your pussy clenches around his cock as you spasm, the sensation forcing him to the edge.
Swiftly, Jack pulls out, only managing to stroke himself once or twice before he spurts thick beads of cum over your exposed stomach. He collapsed next to you, using his shirt to clean you up.
“I knew I’d make you smile.” He grabbed the abandoned bottle, taking a long swig. You just hummed in response, eyes closed in satisfaction, a soft smile on your lips.
“I guess you did.”
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#Jack Sparrow X Reader#pirates of the caribbean x reader#pirates of the caribbean#finn writes#03.22.24
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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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charliewrites Masterlist
This is a revamped masterlist of everything that falls into the #charliewrites. I will work to continue updating the internal masterlists often! The original one was just getting too long.
Smut is indicated by ** || Mentions of smut are indicated by * || Unspecified reader gender means mostly neutral writing (I wrote from my own fem pov which is why i say mostly)
Recent Posts:
Won't Let You Go, Belle - Biker!Bucky Barners x afab!reader smut
Oklahoma Smokeshow - bfd!cop!Joel Miller x fem!reader - hurt/comfort
Work Divorce - The Interlude - Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader angst (the bridge to Work Divorce)
Don't Care Belle - Biker!Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader fluff
Criminal Minds Masterlist Link
Stranger Things Masterlist Link
Marvel Masterlist Link
Harry Potter
The One Where Remus Gets Harry
Shadow and Bone
My Queen** - Nikolai Lantsov x fem!reader
NCIS
Work Wife - Gibbs x fem!reader
The Last of Us
Oklahoma Smokeshow - bfd!cop!Joel Miller x fem!reader - hurt/comfort
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you look stupid (Gibbs x Fem!Reader) — one shot
Uhm…hi :) I’ve been watching NCIS a lot lately and Gibbs does something to me soooooo here’s this. Purely for my own entertainment, but I thought I’d share. ALSO! I don’t think it’ll be a series like a novel with a plot, but I might be doing a series of one shots with these two. Because this was SO fun to write (also it’s like 4.2k words mwah)
Warnings: bickering like a damn married couple, SMUT!, fingering, orgasm denial, semi-public, just in general Gibbs being sexy
Prompt: that one tumblr post that goes “you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid”
In all the years Ducky has worked with Gibbs, he has never known someone to piss Gibbs off as much as you do.
In all the years that you have been in the workforce, you’ve never had a boss that pisses you off as much as Gibbs does.
It’s a delicate balance, you think. He calls you a pain in his ass; you call him a bastard. You can’t think of one day where the two of you didn’t scream at each other until you got it out of your systems.
You still remember the first day McGee walked in on you fighting with Gibbs. Tony was at his desk, stuffing his face, per usual, completely oblivious to the empty paper coffee cups you were throwing at Gibbs’s head.
“Your aim is shit, L/N!” Gibbs yelled after he easily dodged the last one.
“Bite me!” You threw a pen at his head that time. It hit his forehead (sideways, thankfully) and bounced onto his desk.
McGee was frozen. He thought, any second, Gibbs was going to pull a gun on you and shoot you dead in the middle of NCIS.
But instead, Gibbs grinned. “Now that was a good shot.”
You gave him the middle finger in response.
McGee looked at Tony, and Tony only shook his head. “You have to let ‘em get it out,” Tony said.
“Where’s my list, Tony?” Gibbs called from his desk, clearly unamused that Tony thought he had downtime while the two of you argued.
Tony dropped the magazine quickly. “Coming, boss.”
“McGee,” Gibbs stared. “Do you want an invitation to your desk?”
“No,” McGee said quickly. “No, boss.” He scampers off to his seat.
“I have something,” you mutter.
“Do you now?” Gibbs turned toward you. “What is it?”
“You need a haircut,” you muttered, snatching a file off your desk. You nearly threw it at Gibbs, saying, “I’m getting lunch.”
McGee doesn’t remember when he was more shocked. Before you left with the arguing, or after you returned from lunch with a coffee and a cookie — for Gibbs.
+++
Ever since you started at NCIS, that is how it has been.
You don’t know when the switch flipped, all you know is that now, arguing with Gibbs doesn’t ‘blow off steam’ like it used to. You don’t feel better after it, and it doesn’t feel like an inside joke anymore. It feels real.
And that bothers you.
It bothers you especially because the heat is all coming from him. You noticed it when he threatened to fire you two days ago. Despite all the arguments, he’s never done that. Not once. Not to you.
But he seemed serious when he said it. So serious that you backed off immediately, genuinely worried for your job’s safety.
After a few days, though, it’s really starting to piss you off.
“Abby, I don’t know what it is,” you sigh. “But I’m ready to rip his head off. For real this time.”
“I don’t know why you wouldn’t be,” Abby shrugs. “Gibbs pisses me off sometimes, too.”
“This is different, though,” you murmur. “I can tell. It’s like he’s seriously mad at me, but I— I don’t know why.”
“Why don’t you ask him?”
“No, if I do that then I’ll get some Marine lecture about insecurity and honestly, I’m not in the mood for that today.”
“Yeah,” Abby frowns. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry about what?” Gibbs announces himself in his usual way: by being nosy.
“That Y/N has to…” Abby looks at you for help.
“That I have a date tonight,” you cover. “A blind one. Friend set me up. They’re never fun. You know how it is.”
Gibbs’s expression is unreadable, even to you, and that’s troublesome.
“You’re talking about blind dates,” he says, taking a step closer to you, “when we have a dead Marine?”
“He’s not gonna get any deader,” you shrug. And you were helping Abby with some of the evidence while Tony and McGee were out interviewing.
Gibbs takes another step. “You think this is funny?” And another. His nose might as well be touching yours now.
“I think,” you pause, rummaging through your jacket pocket for a moment before you find what you’re looking for. “You need a mint.” In one swift motion, you’re popping a breath mint into Gibbs’s mouth, patting him on the cheek once its in. “Better.”
Instead of spitting it back out at you, like you expected him to do, he tongues it over to his cheek. “Are you done?”
“Depends,” you say. “How long are you going to stand there until you remember this tactic doesn’t work on me?”
It’s a joke, truly. You had told him once that the last time a man got that close to your face, he kissed you. You had this shit-eating grin on your face when you told him, too. Gibbs took it as a note to never get in your face the way he does with Tony and McGee.
Except today, apparently.
Reluctantly, though, Gibbs concedes, and steps away from you.
“I’ll be at my desk,” you smirk, walking past him. “Bye Abby.” She waves to you with a smile that turns into a frown when Gibbs scoffs.
“That’s where you should be anyway,” Gibbs calls out.
You throw him two middle fingers before you disappear.
Once you’re gone, Gibbs turns to Abby. “What have you got, Abs?”
Abby grins, staring at him with two raised eyebrows, tapping her toe against the floor.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she says. “I just don’t think green is your color, Gibbs.”
He knows exactly what she’s getting at, but he doesn’t reply.
+++
This continues for another week, and it gets worse.
Gibbs puts you with Tony every chance he can get, even though he knows the work takes twice as long when the two of you are paired. He makes you stay at the office with Abby while everyone else goes out. You’re barely around Gibbs for more than three minutes before he’s making some excuse to go somewhere else, to talk to some random person — clearly to be anywhere except beside you.
It’s exhausting, at this point. You’re ready to give up.
You have, honestly. You’ve stopped trying to talk to him. You stopped wishing him a good morning or night a few days ago. You’ve even stopped telling him when you’re going to get lunch, so when you disappear, he has to ask McGee or Tony where you went.
Every single time, McGee and Tony share looks before saying, “Lunch, boss.”
Gibbs doesn’t know why, but every single time he realizes you’ve left without saying anything, it hurts.
You don’t even bring him coffee anymore.
“Tony, McGee, I want you both to go talk to our Marine’s parents,” Gibbs orders. “They had something to do with his disappearance, even if they don’t want to admit it. One of you, talk to them. The other, start snooping.”
You’re sitting at your desk, quietly mulling over the Marine’s file, and waiting for Gibbs to bark some order at you. Or, if he’s keeping up his act, he won’t speak one word to you since he’s already given you one order for the afternoon — and you’ve yet to complete it.
You almost want to make a bet with yourself about which it’ll be.
“Do you want coffee?”
You keep reading, not even sure if the question is directed at you.
“L/N,” Gibbs says. “I asked if you wanted coffee.”
Looking up from the file, you shake your head. “No thanks.” And you go back to the Marine’s background.
Gibbs sighs. You’re like him: you never turn down coffee.
You hear his chair squeak as he gets up, his footsteps against the carpet as he walks toward your desk. And then the file is plucked from your hands.
“Gibbs,” you mutter. “I’m not in the mood.”
“Don’t care,” he replies, closing the folder and tossing it on his desk. “Up. We’re getting coffee.”
“I said no thank you.”
“And I said, get up.”
You take a deep breath, trying to calm your anger that is already boiling. “No.”
Gibbs tries to control his face. “Agent L/N, if I have to drag you into that elevator, I will. It was not a suggestion. It was an order. Up.”
With a huff, you stand, walking around your desk and past Gibbs, knocking your shoulder against his on the way.
He’s ready to throttle you just for that, but he doesn’t.
You wait by the elevator with crossed arms. He presses the down arrow and waits, silently.
The doors open and you step inside first, grinding your teeth to keep from yelling at him. He steps in after you. A few seconds after the doors close and the elevator starts moving, he flips the emergency switch.
“Here we fucking go,” you roll your eyes, not caring about being polite anymore since he clearly isn’t going to either.
“Do you have a problem, L/N?”
“Do you, sir?”
Gibbs pauses. You only use ‘sir’ when you’re beyond pissed at him. You’ve only used it once before.
“I have a problem with your tone,” he says evenly. “What’s gotten into you?”
“What’s gotten into you?” You turn your body to face him. “You’ve been ignoring me for a week, you’ll barely look at me, and you leave the room every time I walk in. What the fuck is wrong with you, Gibbs?”
“I’m your boss, Y/N, I’m not supposed to be your friend.”
“But you are!” you yell. “You are and it sucks because right now I just want my best friend back! But he seems to have his head shoved too far up his ass to even give a damn.”
“And mine has been acting like something crawled up her ass and died for as long as I can remember!”
“Because you piss me off!”
“I’m a bastard! What else do you expect from me?”
“To man up and stop acting like you don’t want to kiss me!”
Gibbs scoffs, looking away from you. “Oh, please.”
“You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid, Gibbs,” you say with no remorse. Because it’s true. And it’s about time he owns up to it.
“Do I?” He steps closer to you, backing you into the railing of the elevator.
“I think you do,” you reply, tilting your head back to meet his eyes, and to put your lips even closer to his than they were. One more step and he’d be all but kissing you.
“I think you’re forgetting Rule 12.”
“Rule 12 is the most bullshit rule you have,” you mutter. “Especially when you’re one inch away from fucking me right now.”
“You have no idea the things I’d do to you.”
“Try me.”
He thinks about it for a moment, smirks, then steps away from you.
You scoff. “Just as I expected.”
Gibbs flips the emergency switch with a laugh. “And what did you expect, L/N?”
“That you wouldn’t be man enough to do something about it,” you shrug. “Looks like I’ll agree to that blind date I have tonight. He might be nice. Maybe better than the last one. I could invite him back to my place—”
Before you have a chance to even think about continuing, Gibbs has flipped the emergency switch and slammed you against the wall of the elevator, both hands on either side of your shoulders, caging you in.
You smirk. “Problem, boss?”
“You have such a smart mouth you should consider yourself lucky that we have a missing Marine. Because if we didn’t have a job to do, Agent L/N, I’d fuck you right here in this elevator so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk out of it.”
Your eyes almost glow with lust. “Is that a promise?”
He stares you down, not blinking or moving.
Rolling your eyes, you finally take matters into your own hands and push your face forward, connecting your lips.
Gibbs is stunned for a moment, feeling your lips against his, and then he’s ravenous. You’ve pissed him off beyond belief, and he’s going to make you pay for it. Quickly.
Instead of teasing your lips with his tongue, he bites your lower lip, forcing you to gasp, and his tongue pushes between your lips with ease. Without looking, because he doesn’t need to, he unbuttons your pants, yanking the zipper down, and maneuvering his hand inside, only to be met with nothing.
You’re naked underneath these pants.
You smirk when you feel him falter. “What?” you murmur against his lips. “It’s laundry da—Ah!” The sneaky bastard.
“What?” he mocks you, smirking against your cheek, nipping at your earlobe while his index finger massages your walls. “I thought this was what you wanted, huh?”
You whine loudly and he shushes you, putting his other hand over your mouth.
“You’re going to cum all over my hand, and you’re going to make it quick.”
You nod dumbly, hips jerking against his movements, gasping when he adds a second finger.
“You’ve got two minutes,” he says. “Starting now. You either cum in two minutes or you don’t. Your choice.”
You’ve cum in less time, so you don’t see it as a challenge, especially not when it’s Gibbs who has his fingers buried in you, his body pressed against yours, whispering dirty things in your ear.
But two minutes pass quicker than you expect them to. Gibbs can feel your walls beginning to spasm, but the seconds are running out.
“Times up,” he says, pulling his fingers from your heat. He watches you, your eyes closed, standing right on the edge, but unable to go over it now that he’s left you. You look like a painting, mouth open, sweat glistening on your neck.
“Gibbs…” you murmur, nearly whine, opening your eyes when he only hums in response because he has his fingers in his mouth, tasting you.
He reaches behind him and flicks the emergency switch, causing you to scramble, your trembling hands fumbling with your pants. He swats your hands away gently, zipping you up. For someone who just fucked you with that hand, it’s incredibly steady.
“There,” he whispers. He kisses your forehead gently, hands resting on your shoulders. “I’m sorry I’ve been more of a bastard than usual lately.”
“You’re forgiven,” you smirk, “on one condition.”
He already knows what you mean. “Later,” he says.
The elevator dings and your eyes widen, wondering why Gibbs isn’t moving. The second these doors open, whoever is standing there will know. God forbid if Tony and McGee are back and standing there—
But Gibbs sent the elevator to Autopsy, and outside stands only Ducky, hat on his head and coat over his arm. It must be his lunch time.
Ducky smiles knowingly, looking between the two of you. “It’s about time, Jethro.”
Gibbs shakes his head, waving the doctor inside. “Thanks, Duck.”
Happily, Ducky steps inside, standing next to you. He nudges your arm gently. “I tried to get him to come to his senses months ago, Y/N. I’m truly sorry it took him so long.”
“Ah, don’t worry about it, Ducky,” you nudge him back. “It’s not your fault he’s a bastard.”
You and Gibbs share a look, and he raises his eyebrows at you, letting you know you’ll be paying for that later, too.
+++
Once the Marine is found — alive and well, though his career in the Navy won’t be any more — Gibbs doesn’t have to ask twice if you want to crash at his place.
Tony and McGee are long gone, not having to be asked twice about going home, either. But you stayed back a little at the office, waiting Gibbs out, wondering what it’ll be.
Eventually, he came over to your desk, turning off your lamp. You looked up at him with a tired smile. He nodded his head, said, “Come on,” and that was all it took.
Late at night, NCIS is barren, so Gibbs holds your hand as you walk out to his truck. Like a true gentleman, he opens the door for you and shuts it.
The ride to his place is quiet, but once you’re there, it all starts again.
“I can’t believe you talked to Ducky about me.”
Gibbs scoffs, tossing his keys on the counter. “I had to. Do you have any idea how hard you are to figure out?”
“Back at you,” you snicker, kicking your shoes off by the couch. “Abby has heard plenty about you pissing me off. I thought our bickering was a joke!”
“It is!”
“Until you threatened to fire me!”
“Because instead of doing your job, you talked about dating—”
You snap your fingers. “There it is.”
“There what is?”
“Your jealousy is showing, Gibbs. This is what I mean: you look stupid.”
“I look stupid, huh?” he fires back, once again getting right in your face. “Sweetheart, you have no idea how stupid you’re about to look.”
“Fucking try me.”
“Oh, believe me,” he grins, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I will.”
Before you have a chance to figure out what he’s doing, he’s already done it.
“Gibbs!” you squeal, beating your fists on his back. “Seriously?!”
He literally threw you over his shoulder, and now he’s carrying you to his bedroom. Like a sack of potatoes.
“I think I kinda like this view,” he muses, smacking your ass, earning another squeal from you.
“Bastard,” you chuckle, poking his sides.
“That is what they call me.” You can hear his grin.
Once inside his bedroom, he sets you down, grinning even wider when you glare at him.
“I could’ve walked.”
“Ah,” he shakes his head, pulling you back into his arms. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Damn him, you think. Damn him for being this good.
“Now,” he says softly, one hand cupping your cheek. “Where did we leave off?”
“You leaving me hanging,” you pout. “Your stupid two minutes.”
“We have all night tonight,” he says, but it sounds more like a warning. “I’m sure I can fix that.”
“You better.”
Clothes come off randomly, in between heated kisses and muttering from the both of you. Even making out can’t stop you both from bickering.
“Really?” Gibbs says disbelieving. “It’s laundry day, but you have a bra on?”
“Would you like my nipples to be out at work?”
He raises his eyebrows, no doubt considering it for a moment.
“Around Tony?” you add and immediately, Gibbs shakes his head. “That’s what I thought.”
Gibbs glares before unclipping your bra with ease, tossing it onto his dresser — definitely on purpose. You don’t know if you’ll be getting that back.
Left only in his underwear, you tug at the elastic and he kicks them off, now both of you bare, no more barriers between the two of you.
Carefully, he lays you down on his bed, making sure you’re comfortable against the pillows. He takes his time, kissing all over your face, then your neck, nipping and sucking and leaving marks that you’ll scold him for in the morning. But right now, it’s Heaven.
He begins to kiss down your body, to your chest, but you start to whine, clawing at his shoulders.
“What?”
“I want you inside of me,” you whisper. “Please. Now.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he smirks.
He crawls back up the bed, slotting his body in between your legs. Instinctively, you wrap them around his hips, hooking your heels together at the small of his back, pulling him closer.
“We’ve got all night,” he reminds you, kissing you all over, sensing how eager you are.
“I know,” you smile, running your fingers through his hair. “But I want you now.”
He decides not to tease you any longer, reaching down to guide his head inside of you. You both gasp when he slides in all the way, and you roll your hips immediately, wanting more already.
“Patience,” he warns. “I’m taking my time with you.”
And he does.
He starts out slow, barely pulling out at all before moving back in, rolling his hips against yours, savoring this feeling. He speeds up when he feels your walls beginning to convulse around him, unable to hold himself back from slamming into you.
“Gibbs,” you breathe, nails clawing at his head.
“Jethro,” he corrects lightly.
“Jethro,” you repeat, whimpering when he begins to slam into you with no mercy. “Oh my god, Jeth— Ah! I’m gonna cum—”
“Good,” he growls, moving his lips back to your neck, burying his face there. “Do it.”
A few more thrusts and you’re gone, tensing and trembling in his arms, crying out into his ear. The feeling is godly to him, and he knows he won’t last much longer.
“I need to pull out,” he warns, voice low.
You tighten your legs around him, pressing on the back of his neck, keeping him pinned right where he is. “Don’t you dare.”
You feel him grin into your neck and then he groans, lifting his head to kiss you, his tongue pushing past your lips with ease. He swallows your moans, relishing in the feeling of your walls already beginning to pulse around him again.
The second time you cum, the feeling makes him lose his bearings, and then he’s pounding into you, filling you with his load. When you feel him twitch inside of you, it’s like your orgasm doubles in size, and you’re clinging to him like you’ll float away if you don’t.
Gibbs puts nearly all of his weight on you, holding you down, holding him inside of you as he pants in your ear.
“Shit,” he mutters. “What are you doin’ to me?”
Chuckling, you pull him in for another kiss.
+++
After rolling around in the sheets some more, the two of you take a shower, and then crawl back in bed.
But you can’t sleep. You’re thinking about anything and everything, and it seems like Gibbs is, too.
A lot of what you’re thinking about, you don’t even know if it’s worth bringing up. Or if it doesn’t need to be brought up tonight, if it can be dealt with later. If you want to deal with it later.
“Are you awake?” he asks.
“Yeah.” You roll over and face him, loving the way he looks in the moonlight. “Can’t sleep?”
“Yeah.”
“Wanna go work on the boat?”
His eyes light up. “Really?”
“I’ll get the coffee,” you grin, tossing the covers off of your body.
Gibbs meets you at the doorway, pulling you in by your hips, kissing you deeply. You almost think he’s going to take you back to bed before he pulls away, just staring into your eyes.
“What?” you whisper.
He shakes his head. “You know I don’t want this to be a one-night-only thing, right?”
Relief floods your body. “Me either,” you murmur. “I want it to be more.”
“I’m not good at marriage,” he blurts, like he needed to get it off his chest.
“Well, I know that,” you grin, patting his chest lightly. He laughs. “It’s a good thing I’m not the marrying type.”
He can’t help but kiss you again. All this time, he’s been holding back, because there’s been this voice in his head, telling him you’d want a husband. You’re younger, you’re beautiful, why wouldn’t you?
But then he thinks, you’re young, you’re beautiful, why would you?
“I decided a long time ago that marriage isn’t for me, Jethro,” you continue, wanting him to know the full truth, right now. “So you don’t need to worry about that.”
“Yes ma’am,” he smiles.
“So are we good, then?”
“We’re good,” he nods. “We’re good. Still wanna work on that boat?”
“You mean do I still want to watch you work on a boat? Absolutely. You probably look sexy as hell.”
“I’ll teach you a few things,” he says with a smirk.
You return the expression. “I’m sure you will.”
+++
At work the next week, Tony catches you and Gibbs walking in together, clearly having spent the night together as well. He says nothing when Gibbs is around (of course), but the second he leaves, Tony is nosy as hell.
“Something to share, Y/N?”
“Nope,” you shake your head, logging onto your computer. “You got something to say?”
Tony narrows his eyes. “You came in with Gibbs.”
“We got here at the same time,” you shrug. “Happened to get to the elevator at the same time. It happens.”
“What happens?” Gibbs asks, sneaking up on Tony like always.
“Nothing, boss,” Tony straightens up. “How’s your coffee?”
Gibbs stares at Tony.
“Right,” Tony heads back to his desk quickly.
You share a smile with Gibbs, deciding to keep up appearances as usual. “What? No coffee for me?”
“Get your own, Agent L/N,” he says, sending you a wink.
When you get up to do just that an hour later, Gibbs meets you in the elevator.
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New Year’s Kiss
Abigail Borin x fem!reader Warnings: language, heavy flirtation, sass, semi-public smut.
happy New Years friends….
It was December twenty eighth, and while the office was technically closed over the holiday season- with the exception for major emergencies - you were still at your desk, flitting through paperwork in an excuse to avoid the chaos of your family. There were a few other agents in and out throughout the day, mostly ones darting in to grab something they’d forgotten, or to leave notes on someone’s desk for a case to start in the new year. You’d taken to twirling your chair back and fourth mindlessly scrolling through your phone when a voice interrupted your procrastinating.
“Hey, I need a favour.”
“Agent Borin!” Your phone dropped with a clatter onto your desk as you hastily grabbed a pen, straightening yourself behind your desk, “what can I help with?”
“Okay, first of all you don’t need to do that.”
“Do what?”
“Pretend to be working. It’s like, two days after Christmas why are you even here?”
“It’s a reasonable excuse to get out of family gatherings?”
“Makes sense.”
“What d’you need? Urgent case?” Abi let out a small chuckle of that,
“You could call it that. Are you free Thursday night?”
“New Year’s Eve?” Your brow scrunched, the other woman nodded, “my sister asked me to chaperone her teenager’s party with her. So…if you have something to get me out of that, I’m completely free.”
“Perfect. Buy a dress, you’re coming with me to the NCIS party.”
“The thirty first is in three days…your date cancel on your last minute?”
“No,” she sighed, “wasn’t planning on going but now Gibbs is pulling rank and insisting that I be there. And in the span of the five minutes I was in their office DiNozzo made at least eight cracks about being my new year’s kiss and we cannot have that happening.” You laughed. You hadn’t met the NCIS team but you’d heard enough about them from Borin that you knew she meant what she said.
“What do I get out of it?” You quirked a brow, “cause right now it looks like I’m the only person in the office so your hands are tied in finding someone.”
“It’s an open bar?” She offered up, “and I’ll pay for the two a.m pizza post party?”
“Hmm…” you pondered over it for a moment, it was already getting you out of the obligation to your sister, and you certainly didn’t want to ring in the new year surrounded by slightly intoxicated teenagers. “Deal.”
“Thank you! You’re a blessing.” Abi turned to start to leave before your voice stopped her, pausing before she hit the doorway.
“Hold up! Am I going as your plus one or as your date?”
“What’d’you mean?”
“A plus one is just someone to come with you so you’re not surrounded by people you don’t know, a like…barrier. My go to plus one is my gay best friend Andrew, looks traditional enough for the older more conservative parents and grandparents while we’re wingmaning for each other the entire time. If I’m coming as your date, that means I’m there with you, ready to ward of DiNozzo all means possible.”
“You’re good at undercover stuff, let’s go date. DiNozzo might not take no for an answer otherwise.”
*
To be completely honest, you were a little nervous when the thirty first rolled around. You hadn’t been out to celebrate in years, opting to stay home away from the crowds or picking up extra hours at work. Though those extra hours certainly had paid off this year, you liked Borin, you liked working under her and you’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about being under her in a different circumstance.
And Jesus fucking Christ did she ever look incredible tonight.
Slipping your arm through hers after handing your coats off to the coat check you entered the reception hall. The bar was at the far end of the room, a buffet set up running perpendicular to be unveiled later on, round tables filled the room around the edges of the dance floor. A few cocktail servers moved through the crowd with small plates of appitizers or drinks, a happy buzz of conversation and music echoing off the walls. The two of you made your way up to the bar, placing an order in with the bartender as you turned to Abi.
“Which one am I protecting you from?” You asked, barely finishing the sentence before a voice rang out.
“Agent Borin! Wow! You clean up niiice!”
“Never mind…” you muttered, nodding a thanks to the bartender as you took a sip of your drink.
“Thanks DiNozzo…” Abi greeted, “this is Y/N.” You gave him a soft smile,
“You brought a friend.”
“I brought a date…” she countered. The smile barely faltered from the man’s face, nearly morphing into a grin, a gleam shooting through his eyes.
“That doesn’t means midnight can’t be fun.”
“Stop thinking about a threesome.” You deadpanned.
“I-no…” he chuckled, attempting to back pedal.
“I can see it in your eyes. And I’ll tell you right now I don’t do dick, so…she’s all mine.” You solidified your words with a soft kiss on Abi’s cheek.
“Well you’re missing out.” He laughed, grabbing a beer from the bar.
“I doubt it.” You replied, “there are plenty more things you can do with a tongue than you can with a dick.” Abi laughed outwardly, even more so at the way DinNozzo held up his hands in defeat.
“Okay, okay, I surrender.” He still shot the two of you a wink before sauntering off as Abi turned to you.
“Nicely done.”
“Thank you.” You sipped at your drink, “now do I get the next UC op we get?”
“It’s all yours.” She laughed softly.
The two of you said some quick hello’s to other people, pausing briefly here and there for a few conversations before settling at a table with some appitizers and a fresh round of drinks.
“Do you really not do dick?” The statement had piqued Abi’s interest, but she wanted to wait for an at least semi-private moment to ask. You laughed softly, swallowing the bite of scallop.
“I’ve dabbled a few times here and there but it’s really just never worth it.”
“I feel you there.” She agreed.
Despite having worked together for years the two of you were realizing you’d never breached the topic of partners. True, most of the office kept professional and personal lives separate, but you knew who was married, wedding pictures or family pictures littering their desks. The occasional partner stopping by the office once in a while to drop off lunch or the like, but never either of you.
“You don’t have some mysterious girlfriend no one at work knows about, do you?” She asked, pulling a laugh from you.
“Yeah…I’m in a totally committed relationship. That’s why my only plans for New Year’s Eve were avoiding my sister and why I ended up at a party posing as your date.” You teased in return, “the only thing waiting for me at home is my vibrator in my otherwise veryempty bed.”
“Note taken.” She smirked, her attention immediately pulled to Gibbs who’d stopped by to say hi and get to escape his team for a bit, settling in with the two of you for the rest of the meal.
*
The hours passed nearly as easily as the champagne went down, you were standing by the bar when a fellow agent managed to steal Abi for a dance, you nodded that you were more than fine to stay chatting with Ziva. The mood in the room had shifted as the night went on, the open bar more than helping with that, neither of you were drunk per say, but definitely not sober. Inhibitions were getting to a point they had yet to reach prior, the fake affection increasing with each glass of champagne you drank. You watched Abi move gracefully across the dance floor, your eyes trained to her form, murmuring into your glass,
“She’s so fucking pretty…”
“She is.” Ziva replied, “and she’s genuinely a great person, you’ve got yourself a good one there. How long have you been together?”
“Oh…” you laughed it off, suddenly realizing what you’d said, hoping your cheeks weren’t as burning as it felt like they were as you tore your gaze away from the blonde to Ziva, “we’re not…she just needed a fake date to fend off DiNozzo…we just work together.” The night was almost over and you knew you could trust her to not blow the secret before you managed to get out of there. The brunette let out a laugh,
“You sure about that?” She shot you a wink before disappearing over to say something to McGee as Abi returned to your side. She laid it on, her wrists linking behind your neck as she nuzzled against your cheek. You felt your breath catch in your throat at how intimately close she was to you, Ziva’s words echoing in your head as Abi raised her gaze to yours.
“You okay?” She asked softly, voice only loud enough for you to hear.
“Just curious about something.” Abi cocked a brow in response, prompting you to continue, “if DiNozzo’s not getting that kiss at midnight, am I getting it?”
A grin broke out on Abi’s face, a gleam in her eyes similar to the one in Tony’s earlier. You felt one of her arms shift, her gaze moving to her watch quickly. Then you were genuinely shocked at the brazen move of her lips suddenly meeting yours. It was quick, but soft, and so goddamn heavenly you nearly whined as she pulled away, chasing her lips as she chuckled.
“C’mon.” Her hand linked with yours and she tugged you from the banquet hall. You were nearly at the entrance when she glanced around quickly before twisting open the door to the no longer supervised coat check, swinging the door shut behind you.
It was in an instant that her lips were back on yours, tongue easily delving into your mouth, groaning at the bite left from the champagne you’d been drinking. One of her hands found home on your hip, backing you into a wall while the other began to toy with the hem of your dress. Your back hit the wall right as her lips broke free of yours, beginning a messy trail down your neck, her teeth scraping at your skin.
“Abs…” your hand grasped at her chin, moving her eye line back to yours as she paused briefly
“I’m gonna give you a hell of a lot more than a midnight kiss.” She murmured, her lower hand exploring beneath your dress. Your mouth fell open in a gasp, head dropping back against the wall as her fingers traced the pattern of your underwear, pausing to press slightly against your clit, “if you’re okay with that?”
“Yes..please…”
Abi chuckled at the sudden whining tone in your voice, knowing she had the clear go ahead. She met your lips in a kiss, fiery, full of passion and with no hesitancy that she was about to ease up, this was gonna be hard and fast, and she was on a time limit.
Her hands slipped your panties to the side, slowly dragging back and fourth as her thumb toyed with your clit, drawing your wetness out. You buried a hand into her hair, the other one settling just above her ass, pulling her as tightly to you as you could while still leaving her access to your cunt. You moaned heavily into her mouth as she plunged a finger into you, your hips bucking up against her, you could feel the smirk of her lips against yours, knowing she was enjoying this as much as you were. Her finger pumped a few times before she slipped a second one in, the tips of them curling within you as they explored, searching for that oh so sensitive spot. She knew she’d found it when you broke free of her lips, a gasping groan echoing through the room, the hand in her hair tightening against the roots, pulling roughly.
“Mmm…” she murmured, lips meeting the skin of your neck again, “you like it when I touch you there? Her hand repeated the action,
“Oh God Abi..”
“Quiet baby, you wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, would you? Because then you wouldn’t get to come…and that would be a shame.” You nodded hastily, your eyes widening at the sudden change of behaviour. You’d always know Abigail to be a dominant person, obviously, she was your superior after all, but never in your life did you think you’d get to experience her dominance in a situation quite like this. “Good girl…”
Abi smirked, nipping at your lip as her hand began to move again, pulling little whimpers from you and sopping sounds from your pussy. Your hands tightened around her body, your breath quickly beginning to come out in pants, you chased her lips with yours, eager to feel them against you again. You yearned to feel nothing but her lips against you for the rest of the year, and for as much time afterwards as possible. She could feel your pussy beginning to flutter against her fingers, clenching down as her thumb began to toy with your clit, your hips rolled in time with her hands, your eyes screwed shut as your puffed breathing increased. You felt the coil building heavier and heavier within you, about to burst, when suddenly Abi pulled her hand out. Letting out an annoyed huff your eyes shot open, a near pout on your face as she grinned at you. Her fingers met your lips and you greedily sucked your juices off them, groaning out a slurp.
“Always so obedient…” She teased, the familiar smirk on her lips as she pulled her hand from your mouth with a pop. She kissed you with surprising softness before dropping to her knees, shucking your dress up to your waist.
“What’re you-“
“Showing you just how much better my tongue is than a dick.”
Abi barely had time to shoot you a wink before tossing one of your legs over her shoulder, burying her face into your cunt. You couldn’t help the strangled cry at the feeling of her pillowy lips around your lower ones, the way her tongue dragged through your folds, flicking at your clit lightning fast before beginning to fuck you with it. The hand that had been buried in her hair returned to her locks, your hips beginning to roll against her face with eagerness, doing your best to stay quiet as the fire shot through your body much faster than you’d expected. Fuck was she ever good at this. Abi moved her lips to your clit, sucking it into her mouth as her fingers returned to your pussy, now dripping with heavy desire. She groaned at the taste of you, the vibration causing your hips to rocket against her face, your fingers digging even deeper into her hair.
You could hear the noise from the ballroom getting increasingly louder, cheers and yells covering your vocalization as Abi increased the pressure and speed against your pulsating pussy. It was like some fucking kind of goddamn incredible miracle that her fingers hit your gspot just as the countdown began, curling and twisting as her tongue flicked right against your clit over and over again, your body shook with a deep orgasm right as the clock struck twelve. Your yelp completely covered by the cheering and yells of ‘Happy New Year’ from down the short hallway. Abi used her free hand to brace you against the wall, feeling how shaky your legs were, how your body began to nearly collapse against her.
“Holy fuck..” you muttered as she returned to standing, her hands holding your waist gently as your breathing began to regulate. You registered her hand stroking your mussed hair out of your face, softly stroking at your cheek as your eyes met hers, “definitely better than an New Year’s kiss.” She giggled softly, meeting your lips in an impossibly soft kiss.
The two of you barely had time to tear apart from each other as the door swung open. You were ever the thankful that Abi’d already fixed your dress, you only prayed that your cheeks weren’t as hot as they felt as Gibbs entered the room. Of fucking course, if anyone was about to try to duck out early, it would be him.
“You two enjoying yourselves?” He half smirked. Abi was suddenly very thankful for the purple peacoat you’d worn tonight, her eyes quickly able to find it amongst the others, meaning hers was next to it on the rack.
“Just grabbing our coats Gibbs.” She shot back, tossing yours to you before grabbing your hand, practically dragging you from the room.
“You know, I expected this from DiNozzo but not you Borin!” He called after you as you raced down the hallway the best you could in your heels, a small fit of giggles breaking between you. When you reached the line of cabs you pulled her to you, meeting her in a deep kiss, a soft moan escaping your lips into hers at the taste of you on her tongue.
“Come home with me?” You asked quietly, “it may be past midnight but I’d very much like to return the favour.”
“Did you seriously think I was going anywhere else?” Abi replied, small smirk on her lips as you giggled, ducking to kiss her again.
“Happy New Year Abi.” You murmured agaisnt her lips.
“Happy New Year.”
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Help Me Make It Through The Night
Gibbs x Fem!Reader
Summary: Based on the song by Kris Kristofferson, after a hard day neither Gibbs or yourself want to be alone. Maybe you can help each other make it thorough the night.
Warnings: Hurt, Injuries, Smut
Notes: First time trying to write a one shot around a song, but listened this song recently and had forgotten how amazing it is.
Help Me Make It Through The Night - Listen to Song
Take the ribbon from your hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Layin’ soft upon my skin
Like the shadows on the wall
The only light in the room came from the fire in the hearth, throwing shadows and flickering light around us. Even with the warmth of the fire I could feel myself trembling under the watchful gaze of his piercing blue eyes. You were not sure you had ever been this close to Gibbs, so close you could feel his breath on your face as he reached a hand up and gently released your hair from your ponytail. His eyes never left yours’s as he brought your hair forward to frame your face and tumble down over your shoulders.
When today had started you never would of Imagined that you would end the day at home with Gibbs. It had been a long hard day; you had solved the case but both you and Gibbs had come away with some cuts and bruises, but you had promise a little boy you would find out what had happened to his dad who was a marine.
It had really hit both of you hard going back to see him at the end of the day to fulfil you're promise and you had not even questioned it when Gibbs didn’t drive back towards the office but took you both back to his. You didn’t want to go back to an empty house and an empty bed tonight, you needed help to make it through the night.
Come and lay down by my side
Till the early mornin’ light
All I’m takin’ is your time
Help me make it through the night
Gibbs pulled you into his arms, you could feel the ache of your bruises but also the butterflies in your stomach flutter as he pressed against you. You relaxed into his embrace, resting your head on his chest. Gibbs reached his hand down to cup your chin and raise your face up to his, those ice blue eyes looking deep into your soul. Leaning down he softly pressed his lips to yours; the kiss was tentative and soft but you deepened it, losing yourself in him. Breaking the kiss, he took your hand and lead you up the stairs to the bedroom.
I don’t care who’s right or wrong
I don’t try to understand
Let the devil take tomorrow
‘Cause tonight I need a friend
You stood in front of Gibbs as he slowly unbuttoned you blouse and ran his callused hands over your soft skin. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he pushed your blouse off your shoulders and let it fall to the ground. As you pulled his shirt up over his head your eyes took in his broad chest and your mind ran back over the events of today. It had been the first time you had challenged him, hell you had basically shouted at him for getting himself hurt to protect you. You couldn’t understand how he could put your safety ahead of his own but had shouted at you when you had done the same to protect him. You had got the result, but you could see from the bruises blooming on his skin that he was hurting the same as you. As he undid your trousers and shimmed them down your legs you felt the heat running through your body. You needed him so badly, you needed the comfort of his touch and the safety of his arms. You knew all about rule 12 and that this could change your relationship forever, but you could worry about that tomorrow, you needed him tonight.
Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow’s out of sight
And it’s sad to be alone
Help me make it through the night
The case was done and today was nearly done too, you needed him and only him right now and any thoughts of tomorrow were banished as he pushed you down on the bed and trailed soft kisses up over your thighs. As he moved his mouth up to your breasts you could feel the need in him to get lost in you too. As his hands moved down between your legs a groan escaped your lips and you arched your body up towards him. As your naked bodies entwined you pulled him closer, needing to feel him inside of you. You heard him growl as he pushed himself deep into you, crashing his lips to yours as he felt your muscles clench tightly around him. Wrapping your legs around his waist you could feel your climax building and surrendered yourself to him completely. You both moved together perfectly until you screamed his name, and he came deep inside of you.
Both of you breathing hard feel into each other’s arms, holding each other tight as you drifted off to sleep.
I don’t want to be alone
Help me make it through the night
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Fandoms I write about/People I write about II
This is a second part because I have more fandoms I wanna write about 🥺
Anne with an E
Anne Shirley Cuthbert
Gilbert Blythe
Diana Barry
Jerry Baynard
Sky High
Warren Peace
Layla Williams
Magenta
The Office
Jim Halpert
Pam Beesly
Dwight Schrute
Sex Education
Maeve Wiley
Aimee Gibbs
Jackson Marchetti
Adam Groff
Ola Nyman
Lily Iglehart
Victorious
Jade West
Beck Oliver
Andre Harris
Tori Vega
Cat Valentine
Heathers
Veronica Sawyer
Heather Chandler
Heather Duke
Heather McNamara
I will NOT write
* Yandere
* Any type of non-con
* Smut
* Character x Character
I will write
* Headcanons
* Prompts if you send them
* Small imagines based on songs
* Au (ex. Old Timey au)
My work will usually be gender neutral unless I specify (ex. ____ x Fem! Reader). Feel free to send in requests when they’re opened!
I might keep updating this list (since I’m jumping into so many fandoms)
You can find the first list here <3
#anne shirley cuthbert#anne with an e#gilbert blythe x reader#diana barry#jerry baynard#warren peace x reader#sky high#the office imagine#the office#jim halpert x reader#pam beesly#dwight schrute#maeve wiley x reader#sex education imagine#aimee gibbs#jackson marchetti#victorious x reader#jade west x reader#beck oliver x reader#andre harris#heathers#veronica sawyer#heather chandler#heather duke#heather mcnamara#adam groff#ola nyman#not my gifs
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may i request sugar daddy!gibbs? <3
Money, Money, Money (Sugar Daddy! Gibbs x Reader)
Late night, black coffee, handsome man, all alone. Third time this week, 5th week in a row you’ve seen him. You flirted often fishing for bigger tips, trying to pay bills you couldn’t even afford to have. You lived on your own. 18 years old, last 2 months of high school, and barely a plan and money to plan life with.
“See you’re here again!” You say happily topping him off.
“Hey! Rough week” he sighed, eyeing you gently.
“You work at… don’t tell me” you say trying to remember. “NCIS!” You exclaim.
“Good memory” he smiles. “How are you (y/n)?” He asks.
“Ah I’m alright. Just trying to get off work as soon as possible, you know” you shrug. “Later it gets the scarier it is outside.”
“Well, what time do you get off?” Gibbs asks.
“12” you sigh, looking towards the clock. Only 9:45. “Got about 2 hours left”
“Yeah, remember the goal kid.” Gibbs smiled. “Say, what college do you plan on attending? I remember you saying you were a senior and it’s almost the end of the year.”
“Oh, college.” You say quietly. “I can’t afford it, so I won’t be going. Maybe in the future” his phone began ringing. He clicked it silent before turning to you,
“Ah I see… well (y/n) have a good night. I’ve gotta get back to work” he stands.
“See ya around, Jet” you saluted him.
“Jet…” he said thoughtfully. “I like that!!”
Time skip~
The clock hit 12 and your shift was over. You walked out to see a familiar face leaning against a car. You smiled as he approached you.
“Hey Jet! What’re you still doin out?”
“Driving you home” he shakes his keys. “Scary out here” you can see a smirk.
“Coming from a guy who’s packing” you roll your eyes as you approach the car. You were gonna let yourself get a ride with a man who had a gun… a lot safer than walking an hour without a gun. That was how you justified getting into that car.
“Oh shut up” he opened the door and you got in.
When you arrived at your shitty apartment that you could barely afford you saw Gibbs eyes search the perimeter.
“I’ll walk you in… I don’t like the looks of that guy on the corner” he motions with his head.
“It’s really alright. Thank you for the ride!” You say opening your door. Jethro reached across and shut it before you could step out. Silently he got out and walked around the car. Opening it.
“Let’s go” he grinned sweetly. You caved and bring him up. His eyes fell on your small apartment. Clean, organized, your life could fit in a box. He made notes of things to buy you.
“Well since you’re up here” you say as you take off your coat. “Coffee? Tea? Might actually have a bottle of soda in the fridge…” you trail as you thought about it.
“Coffee’s great, yeah” he accepts. The two of you stayed up talking late into the night before he left. Your insecurity of what you could afford present in the back of your mind.
A few days later~
You woke up to a knock on your front door. You opened it to see a delivery guy at your door.
“Delivery for a…” he looked at his clipboard. “(Y/n)(l/n)”
“Yeah, yeah that’s me” you say. “What is this?” The man shrugged.
“A car? If you didn’t order it, not my problem. I can’t take it back.” He said as you signed the paper. He handed you the keys. “Beautiful car by the way” he walked away. You closed the door behind you, walking downstairs. Outside you eagerly clicked the key, looking around for the car, your eyes finally settling on the black dodge challenger sitting in a parking spot a few meters down.
“Oh my god” you say nearly in tears. You ran back upstairs and hurriedly got dressed for work, hoping to see Jethro there. And sure enough when you pulled up in your new car, there was Jethro, leaning on his car again.
“You fucking bastard” you run and hug him, you cry happily into his shoulder. He laughed as you did so.
“Wait wait, I get you a car and you call me Bastard!!!” He exclaimed. “I got something else for you…” he digs his hand into his pocket, another key coming out on his finger.
“Jethro…” you say looking at it as a bright green address tag danced in your eyes.
“Coffee first. Key later” you nodded as you lead him inside.
Time skip~
You ended your shift early to go with Jethro. You blindly tailed him into a nicer apartment complex in a better part of Quatico. Your heart began to flutter as you parked.
You walked into a nice apartment on the 3rd floor. Beautiful black granite kitchen tops, newly installed appliances.
“So…” he says. “What furniture were you thinking you wanted for your new apartment?” He says handing you magazines.
“Holy shit.” You whisper. “This is mine?” He nodded. “This place is mine?” You gasp.
“All paid off. So is the car. And so is your degree.”
“Degree?” You ask. “No you didn’t”
“Yes. I did” he smiled.
“Shut up” you tear up as he passes you a folder. The big words ‘WELCOME TO VIRGINIA TECH’ inscribed. “How did you-“
“Pulled some strings… I think your 1560 SAT score and perfect GPA helped a lot…” he said.
“Oh my god” you cry out jumping into his arms. “I will pay it all back” you say.
“Nope. No need. Just keep being a good girl and I will give you the world” he says.
“Thank you so much!!”
“Of course! You deserve it” he winked. “Now pick out some furniture. It’s your reward for getting into Virginia Tech” you kisses your cheek.
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Requests Masterlist
NCIS -
Gibbs:
Studying You
(Female reader) “Could you please write an imagine where reader is Gibbs’s best friend from childhood, knew his mom, was there for him when she killed her self but au where there’s no Shannon and kelly and they get married and reader names their daughter Ann after Gibbs’s mom”
My Mark
(Gender-neutral reader) “If requests are in fact still open, could you pretty please do something about the reader giving Gibbs’ hickeys just to mess with him?”
Please Don’t Leave
(Gibbs x little girl (fatherly relationship), very slight reference to a McGee x fem!reader relationship) Gibbs discovers a little girl at a crime scene who is deaf, and upon learning more of her backstory, he begins to bond with her. The guardians she was staying with were killed in a break and enter, both her actual parents were killed while deployed.
I Won’t Leave
(Gibbs x little girl (fatherly relationship), McGee x fem!reader relationship, Mother!reader) This is a continuation of the storyline from the fic Please Don’t Leave, with a time skip.
Forget About Me
McGee x fem!reader/mom!reader, Gibbs x reader (platonic/fatherly relationship) “I was thinking that McGee and reader find out their expecting a baby, and Anastasia finds out and runs away, because she’s scared that Tim and reader won’t want her anymore, and Anastasia gets lost and is all alone, and Tim is in full panic mode, and Gibbs won’t rest until he finds Anastasia, and Gibbs finds her, but she refuses to go home, and clings to Gibbs”
Rare Jewel
(Female reader) “Can I please request a Gibbs x plus size reader? Maybe they have to go undercover to a gala or smth together and the reader walks out in this figure hugging dress feeling and looking FLY AS F**K and Gibbs is like hot damn. You get where I’m going?”
I’m Here
(Female reader) Request using the prompt - “Don’t be scared. I’m right here.”
What Family is For
(Female reader) “Could you do a Gibbs x Reader were the female reader gets beaten up by a group of boys (broken ribs, bruises, blood…) and just manages to stumble into Gibbs’ house were he will take care of her? A little kind of father-daughter relationsship but workwise. Just him getting very protective, comforting her and patching and cleaning her.”
The Peace Out Here
(Female reader)
“Hey you! I really liked your Tony x Reader one were he comforts her bc she found out she’s pregnant from rape? I was wondering how Gibbs would react to the same?”
McGee:
With a Little Help From the Team
(Female reader) “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”
NCIS team:
Helping Hands
(Gender-neutral reader) “Could you do a one shot with NCIS where reader has a panic attack and the team comforts the reader and they validate the reader’s emotions? I just really need something like that”
CRIMINAL MINDS -
Aaron Hotchner:
Dream Come True
(Female reader) “Hi sweetie!! I saw that you’re taking requests for reader inserts? I could I request one of either Hotch or Morgan where they have a dream about having a daughter with the reader. (The reader and him aren’t dating or seeing each other at all) but he really wants this dream to come true. Thank you in advance!”
In Your Corner
(Female reader) “can you make an aaron x fem reader where reader has an e.d?”
Spencer Reid:
The Way She Walks
(Female reader) “Can you write something for Spencer (or whoever) where you are Hotch’s assistant. One day you are bringing Hotch coffee and Reid is staring at you and Derek tells Reid not to stare cause it will freak you out. Thank you so much!!!”
The Way She Loves
(Female reader - sequel to The Way She Walks) “Helloo😌😌 could you do a follow up to “the way she walks”? I loved it😩💗”
PHANTOM OF THE OPERA -
Phantom:
The Raging Fire Within
(Female reader) “Hi! Could you write a modern au fic with Erik Destler where they’re in a relationship but hes still an awkward muffin and decides hes not having it any longer and tries to flirt with her using (sexual) innuendos but hes still a muffin and she loves it? Thank you so much!!!! (I hope it makes sense)”
An Angel to Me
(Gender-neutral reader) “Erik’s s/o being an artist who loves to draw him but does it in secret in fear of upsetting him but Erik finds one specific drawing. The drawing is a charcoal drawing of him with angel wings (shirtless or not, either one works) and the drawing is of how his s/o sees him. In the drawing he’s radiating like an angel and he’s beautiful despite his scars and that’s when he realizes how much his s/o loves him and that he is worthy of her love (or something like that) and he starts crying. When his s/o comes back, she find him curled up in a corner crying clutching the drawing to him. When he sees her, he tells her how much he loves her and needs her (even tho she already knows) and they end up going through all her drawings of him together”
When You Are Hurting
(Female reader) “hi love! ❤️ i was wondering if i could request an erik x reader? just a hurt/comfort with some soft Erik, maybe set in poto?? maybe one where the reader is having a tough day?? please take your time!!! i know you’ve got a busy schedule :)”
A Modern Lady
(Female reader) “Hello! Can I please request a fic or HCs where erik is in a relationship with the reader but shes really modern and vulgar for someone living in the 19th century and keeps making him blush? But he really loves it?“
Together
(Female reader) “Can I make a Phantom x reader where the reader is the phantom’s wife or somethin’ and the Phantom wakes up from a bad nightmare but she is there to comfort him”
Dark Until I Met You
(Female reader) “Hello, I just want to say first of all that I adore your writing! I haven’t been able to find a story with this particular idea, so I thought I’d make a request. It’s completely your choice whether you want to write a fic of headcanons, but what do you think Erik’s relationship with a blind reader would be like?”
Just a Touch
(Female reader) “Hello! This is my first time requesting, so I’m not quite sure how things work. I was wondering if I could get a Phantom of the Opera x female reader, where he’s touch-starved and they’re just cuddling together. Thank you!”
So Much More
(Female Reader)
Prompt - “You didn’t deserve that…you deserved so much better.”
Promise I Make to You
(Gender neutral reader)
“As I've myself struggled with sh (I am 1 month clean, lemme just flex a lil bit) I've just had this scenario in my head where Erik in a way or another sees the readers sh scars/cuts for the first time and it's just pure fluff with a hint of angst. Also this is my first request ever, I've just fallen in love with the way you portray our not so local (unless u live in france) sewer man. Um ye <3 I shall go to sleep now”
Dancing in the Rain
(Gender neutral reader)
“Can u do poto Erik x reader with a reader who loves walking in the rain, even tho they get absolutely soaked Bc they don’t use an umbrella… so their hair is just absolutely drenched but reader doesn’t give a damn”
One Love, One Lifetime
(Gender neutral reader)
“Could I get a phantom of the opera x reader where the reader is the soulmate of his. The reader has a line of one of his songs. Maybe music of the night? The 2004 version of phantom of the opera. Do you do smut? If not that's fine. It can be fluff too.”
Meg Giry x Phantom:
Leading Woman
(Meg Giry x Phantom) Meg being willing to do whatever the Phantom suggests, even though his attention is on Christine. Finally, Meg has had enough and decided to meet the Phantom on his turf. Although he is upset at the disrespect and blatant neglect of his privacy, he is impressed by her lack of fear towards him and her gumption. Meg makes a case for herself, and the Phantom finally sees Meg for who she is, a leading woman.
Christine Daae:
You Can
(Female reader implied but could be read as gender neutral) Prompt - “I know you can.”
SUPERNATURAL -
Winchester Brothers:
It’s in the Eyes
(Winchester brothers x gn!reader) “… At the moment I’m sort of dating a guy who was broken up with fairly recently and he’s not sure of his feelings (I think he’s really just scared to open up again). Anyway I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind could you write a happy ending/fluff for us with one of the criminal minds/spn guys?”
Dean Winchester:
Something Good
(Gender neutral reader) “Something Good” from the musical The Sound of Music as inspiration for the fic
Care for You
(Female reader) “Hello !!! Can I have Dean Winchester x reader? Reader has been so caught up in her work that they forget to eat. They get extremely lightheaded and stumble a little. Dean steadies them and he is worried when he finds out they forgot to eat. While he is making food they faint and land (luckily) on the couch. When he’s done, he comes back,at first he thinks that they’re just laying down but he kinda freaks out when he realizes that reader is unconscious. ( I forget to eat sometimes) THANK YOU🥺💚”
#request#requests#criminal minds#ncis#imagine#one shot#aaron#aaron hotchner#hotchner#hotch#spencer reid#reid#gibbs#reader insert#masterlist#fandom#fanfiction#x reader#x you#meg giry x phantom#phantom of the opera#supernatural#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural imagine#spn#spn fanfiction#spn reader insert
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The Writing Rolodex
So I used to think it was too soon for a masterlist (maybe it still is), but I get a liiiiiiittle overzealous with spamming the reblog button and making my writing disappear admist all the Tom Hiddleston/Loki, Stargate, funny posts, and all the other random bullstuffs... So here we are.
Anyways, welcome to my Masterlist! There are some pieces on here that are NSFW and will be tagged in the masterlist and on the post as such. Please read all warnings before reading my work. Most of it, though, is safe for anyone to read. Much more to come in the future since I can never shut my brain up. I hope you enjoy!
Any questions/comments/concerns/technical issues/prompt ideas... you get the point, feel free to send me a DM or an ask. However, please do not repost any of my work without tagging me in it. Reblogs are fine though! Happy reading!
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For Flex Your Writing Muscles Challenge by captain-rodgers-beard
Bioshock Characters
Booker DeWitt - Dance With Me, Mr. DeWitt (Day 7) Elizabeth - A Vision of Paris (Day 10)
Marvel Cinematic Universe Characters
Steve Rogers - Comforted (Day 14) Thor - The Stories of Ragnarok, Part 1 (Day 16) Clint Barton - Click (Day 3) Loki Colorful Memories (Day 4) Norway (Day 8) Comic Con (Day 11) The Stories of Ragnarok, Part 2 (Day 16) Temporary Freedom (Day 25)
Stargate Characters
SG1 Fishing (Day 5) Impulsive (Day 6) Memories of Jolinar (Day 30)
Atlantis Teyla Emmagan - Ferris Wheel (Day 20)
Twilight Characters
Alice and Jasper - Something Borrowed (Day 9) Carlisle x Esme - Sunflowers and Sunlight (Day 1) Edward Cullen - Her Final Letter (Day 12)
Witches of East End (TV Show) Characters
Freya Beauchamp Seaside (Day 2) Fortuna (Day 13)
Pirates of the Caribbean
Original Character, Jack Sparrow, Joshamee Gibbs A Mermaid’s Tear (Day 27) Arrival (Day 21) The Wishing Tree (Day 15)
Miscellaneous
Crossover: Harry Potter x Marvel Cinematic Universe - The Match (Day 19) Harry Potter: Birthday Surprise (Day 26)
Natasha Romanoff, PI for Val’s 500 Writing Challenge by marvelgirlonamarvelworld More Coming Soon
Chapters: 1; 2, 3, 4...
For Fictober Writing Challenge by paradoxical-scribbler
Marvel Cinematic Universe
Trick or Treat (Day 1) Challenge Accepted (Day 6)
Stargate SG-1
What’s Halloween? (Day 4)
Original Characters
Just This Once (Day 2) Bonfire Stories (Day 3) Be Careful What You Ask For (Day 5) - Continued from Bonfire Stories. Please read the warnings before continuing.
The Cards Have Spoken! With brightsun-and-darkmidnight Where we both pull cards for characters in the MCU, a type of story, and various other elements and have a few days to create a story out of them. Usually, we will post these on Wednesdays and Fridays. See here to see the possible cards for me to pull each week. And please check out brightsun-and-darkmidnight’s The Cards Have Spoken! Masterlist for her amazing work with these! She is a creative powerhouse.
Jones (Week 1, my cards) Sam Wilson; Angst - Character Death Here We Are Again (Week 1, brightsun-and-darkmidnight’s cards) Thor x Jane Foster; Angst - Break-Up; Mafia AU Aftermath (Week 2, my cards) Maria Hill and Tony Stark; Wild Card A Night At Home (Week 2, brightsun-and-darkmidnights’s cards) Loki x OC; Fluff - Movie Night at Home; Coffee Shop AU Apartment 302 (Week 3, my cards) - NSFW!! Steve Rogers x OC; Smut - Pregnancy/Breeding Kink A Complicated Matter (Week 3, brightsun-and-darkmidnight’s cards) Thor x fem!reader; Fluff - Falling asleep on the other; Werewolf AU Here I Am (Week 4, my cards) Steve Rogers x OC; Relationship-Driven Plot I’m With You (Week 4, brightsun-and-darkmidnight’s cards) Bucky Barnes x gn!reader; Fluff - Comfort from a bad dream; Cannon - Post AOU Running From Fate (Week 5, my cards) 1940s!Bucky Barnes; On the Run AU Past and Presents (Week 5, brightsun-and-darkimidnight’s cards) Loki x OC; Fluff - Giving/receiving gifts; Reincarnation AU Knight Captain (Week 6, my cards) Steve Rogers; Royalty AU Intermission (Week 6, brightsun-and-darkmidnight’s cards) - NSFW!! Tony Stark x Pepper Potts; Smut - Exhibitionism - Band AU What Happened on Midgard? (Week 7, my cards) Thor; Wild Card Change of Arrangements (Week 7, brightsun-and-darkmidnight’s cards) Loki x reader; Fluff - Proposal; Mafia AU Opposite Sides (Week 8, my cards) Natasha Romanov x Loki; Enemies to Lovers Nothing New (Week 8, brightsun-and-darkmidnight’s cards) 1940s!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader; Angst - Amnesia; On the Run AU Companions (Week 9, my cards) Maria Hill; Fluff - Getting a pet Kiss It Away (Week 9, brightsun-and-darkmidnight’s cards) Steve Rogers x reader; Angst - Hospital - Soulmate AU Paprikash (Week 10, my cards) Wanda Maximoff x Vision; Fluff - Getting the other food The Cabin (Week 10, brightsun-and-darkmidnight’s cards) Loki x OC; Fluff - Snowball fight/building a snowman/snow activities; A/B/O AU Wakanda Sunset (Week 11, my cards) Shuri; Fluff- Picnic in the park Drunken Sentiments (Week 11, brightsun-and--darkmidnight’s cards) Tony Stark; Fluff - talking lovingly about their partner with others Music is the Best Medicine (Week 12, Free Write) Bucky Barnes x Reader; Fluff; Dealer’s Choice all around Unresolved (Week 13, brightsun-and-darkmidnight’s cards) Thor x Asgardian!reader (past); Angst - Self-Sacrifice; A/B/O
Misc Fanfiction
Marvel Cinematic Universe
Apache Tear Their Normal Friend Surprise! It’s Fire, Isn’t It?
Loki Writer’s Block - Loki x Reader Thunder - Loki x OC Snowfall - For lokisgoodgirl’s Winter Warmers Collection
Bucky Barnes Ice Cave - NSFW!!
Multi-Chapters
Don’’t Let Go - Loki - helping out @brightsun-and-darkmidnight on this one - Be sure to check out all her work!!
1, 2, 3, 4...
Poetry Coming Soon
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Serendipity (CH 5)
Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader
Word Count: 2586
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…
I was calm now and Abby fixed my makeup for me. She had an extra shirt for me to borrow. It was a black crop top with a plunge neckline. I had more chest area than Abby so I pulled at the shirt trying to cover it some. It had some chains criss-crossing across it and there was a skull with a bow on the shirt.
"You look great! Now go kick some ass...and save that camera and sketchbook." She says.
I laugh, hugging her before taking the stairs. It goes silent in the bullpen as they look at me. I shift uncomfortably.
"I-I didn't have an extra shirt. A-Abby lent me one of hers." I mumble.
Gibbs walks to my desk, grabbing my blazer as he throws it at me. Tony catches it before it could hit me in the face like it would have. He gives me a small smile, handing it to me. I nod slightly, shrugging it on as I go to my desk.
I open my sketchbook, grabbing tissues to soak up some of the coffee. It was effortless, but it kept me distracted. I grab my camera, pulling out cleaning wipes to clean it up. I turn it on and was relieved to see that it worked. I move the pictures over to my laptop before sending them to Tim and Abby.
I open my sketchbook and work away at it in silence despite the tension I felt. I could feel his eyes on me and it made me want to shrink away and disappear.
I start pulling the sketches out, pinning them to my empty bulletin board. I study them, trying to ignore the coffee stain. I grab the sketchbook and throw it in the bin.
"Problem, Y/L/N?" Gibbs asks.
"Boss, she has to have clear paper. It bothers her if it isn't. I think the coffee is making her upset." Tim says quietly.
"Y/N/N, don't you have an extra in your drawer?" Ziva asks softly.
I hated this. I was being treated like a baby since this stupid accident. I pull the sketches down, shoving them in a drawer as I grab my keys and my phone, jogging towards the elevator.
I was in the closet art store within minutes. I stood in the sketchbook aisle for a good twenty minutes, just staring.
"Ziva said you'd be here." Gibbs mumbles, moving to stand beside me.
I continue staring at the sketchbooks. I was kind of mental over my sketchbooks. I knew I was. But, I've never experienced something this bad before. Not to mention on top of this last week.
Gibbs stands next to me silently, observing me. I tried to keep my cards close to my chest, not wanting him to figure me out. I was falling to pieces and the only person who knew was Abby.
I step forward, grabbing a pile of sketchbooks and adding them to the cart. I got three different sizes, all the same color. I got like ten of each one. Hopefully it'll be awhile until I need more. I push the cart to the pencil aisle with Gibbs silently following behind me.
"Your trying to find a sense of control." He murmurs from behind me.
I keep silent. Maybe he was right. Maybe he was wrong. Either way, I found myself angered that he was trying to profile me. I reach out, grabbing a pack of sketching pencils to read the back. It's the brand I always get, but I found peace in reading the description on the back before tossing a bunch of packs of pencils in my cart. I found myself drifting through the aisles, tossing random stuff in my cart before paying.
I get to my car, ignoring Gibbs. I drive back, aware that he was right there behind me. I grab the bags and head towards the building. I try going for the stairs, but he grabs my arm and pulls me into the elevator. I stay silent, even when he presses the emergency stop button.
"I shouldn't of snapped at you earlier." He admits.
"Rule six." I mutter.
"I didn't say I was sorry. I just admitted I was in the wrong earlier." He says, quirking a brow at me.
"Sounded like an apology." I mutter.
"Maybe it was. Look, I shouldn't of snapped. I had no right. Your right though. I was jealous. It's hard not to be jealous though. The thought of losing you...it's a hard one to grasp." He admits quietly.
"Your the one who said we can't do this and I should just lose my feelings for you. Your the one who said I should find someone else. All because of your stupid rules." I snap.
"I know...can we talk after this case is done? At my house over some steak and beer. Please." He asks.
I stare at him for a moment before nodding slowly. I wasn't sure if this was a good idea. It probably wasn't. He probably was going to explain how we couldn't be together and why. Did I want to hear anymore bullshit? No. I didn't.
The elevator doors opening snap me out of my thoughts. Gibbs walks out, stopping as he waits for me to step out. I ignore the teams concerned stares as I walk to my desk. I sit on the ground, opening the drawer as I pull the coffee-stained drawings out.
"Next time I see that asshole, I'm going to deck him." I say.
"What?" Tim asks horrified from behind me as Gibbs chuckles.
"Who is she talking about?" Ziva asks surprised.
"Where has our innocent baby Y/N gone?" Tony asks.
I wasn't one for violence. I looked at the upside of...well everything. Even if someone made me upset, I tried to keep it together. I run out of room for my sketchbooks and sigh.
I look up when Gibbs grabs a pile. I was confused as he puts a pile in his bottom desk drawer before handing a pile to Ziva, Tony and Tim.
"There. You have plenty on hand and now everyone has them on stock in case you run out." He says, patting my head since he could ruffle it since it was up.
I pull out a new sketchbook, taking the plastic off it. I grab a pencil and start sketching the crime scenes away. I didn't like to redraw. It threw me off. It didn't feel right having to do it a second time.
Nonetheless, I finish them and hang them back on the bulletin board, tossing the other ones in the trash. I study the drawings, my pen between my teeth and my notepad rested against my knee.
I start writing away, glancing up at the pictures occasionally.
"Y/N?" I hear.
I look up and see the shrink. I let a puff of air out, quirking an eyebrow at her.
"Yes?" I ask.
"I don't think we are done talking. You dodged all my questions. I won't let up until I get answers." She says.
"I died. Then Gibbs brought me back. I died again on the ambulance. They brought me back. Then I was in a hospital for two days. Alone on one. Talked to the shrink there. Went home. Dreaded not being able to work a week, but now I'm here. I'm fine. Can you please leave me alone now?" I ask.
"I talked to the therapist at the hospital. Who said you also dodged their questions. You never should have been discharged until you properly answered the questions. That is why I'm not letting up." She says.
"I'm this bloody close to decking you. Your really starting to piss me off." I grumble.
Thankfully, Tim only heard me and he slowly turned to me with wide eyes. I tilt my head at him, narrowing my eyes, daring him to say something.
"She's great! She's just a little grumpy from her run in with this guy earlier. He spilt coffee on her." Tim says.
"Your intimidated by her. From what I gather, she's typically happy and bubbly. However, she seems to be quiet, distant, agitated, on edge and even a bit angry. None of you are use to this side of her." She says.
I take a deep breath in before slowly letting it out. My phone rings and I give her one final glare before answering my phone.
"Hey Abs, what's up?" I ask.
"The shrink lady is coming to talk to you! She wouldn't stop asking questions and more questions and I snapped! But I was trying to understand why she won't stop prying because she doesn't even do that on Ziva or Gibbs! So I did some digging! She's the wife of the get-away unsub who tried to kill you!" Abby exclaims.
"Thanks Abs. I'll be down here in a bit. Relay the message to Gibbs." I say.
I smile, hanging up the phone as I look at the shrink. She taps her clipboard as Gibbs' phone rings. I stand, walking towards her. I heard Gibbs set the phone down and I pull my fist back, hitting her in the nose.
She sways before falling back. I look down at her before heading back to my desk. It was quiet and I look up, smiling.
"Boss!" Tim exclaims.
"The man who tried to kill Y/N...that's his wife. She wanted to see if she remembered her husband or not." Gibbs says, shrugging.
"Did you know? Is that why you said you wanted to deck her earlier?" Tim asks.
"I didn't know then. She was making me mad. I feel better now. A lot better. I think I just needed to hit someone!" I say, smiling.
"Let's not make this our way of letting our anger out." Gibbs says, giving me a lopsided smirk and I shrug.
"You can always come with me to the gym. They have some punching bags there." Ziva offers.
"I'll take you up on that." I say.
"There is also other ways to let your anger out, Y/N. It can be with a lover, between the sheets, hot...passionate and anger. Ah! I'll stop boss! Please don't hit me!" Tony pleads as Gibbs slowly stands.
"I don't have a lover, Tony. So a punching bag will do." I say.
"You gonna fill us in on what you know, Y/L/N?" Gibbs asks.
"On what?" I ask.
"The case of course." He says in a duh tone.
I scramble up, my cheeks flushing red as he chuckles. I grab a random clear board we keep nearby just because I do my sketches and hang them up before putting them at the front of the bullpen. I stand, staring at the board from the end of the bullpen.
"Alright, the unsub stood between two big oak trees for awhile. I'd say he's been watching out victims the past two to three days at most from the cigarettes on the ground. He had perfect view through the window and the sliding doors. Through the window, he could see the kitchen and living room. Through the sliding doors, he could see the hallway. Our unsub slips in, walks to the living room, pulls the gun out, bam. Husband is dead. The wife was the target." I say, the scene unfolding around me once again.
"How do you know that?" Tim asks.
"The husband was shot execution style. However, the wife underwent extensive pain. She was stabbed in the chest several times, each wound reaching her heart. Maybe a way of communicating his heartbreak or jealousy. Then postmortem he went to overkill by one shot to the head, bam. He took his time with the wife from the report I gathered from Ducky. She went through tremendous pain and was awake." I say.
"Why was the living room trashed then?" Tony asks.
"Well, earlier that night before the couple was murdered, the neighbors filed a noise complaint which then turned to a domestic violence call once the dispatcher gathered that there was screaming and some furniture could be heard breaking. The officers came and went, hesitant. The fight picked back up after, before the two went to separate rooms. From what I could gather, they seem to be on rocky terms. Her ring was in the sock drawer and she had the bedroom. He was sleeping in the living room." I say.
"So, what about the unsub in all of this?" Tim asks.
"I'm going to say that it's safe to assume that the wife walks to her room to take a breather, maybe go to the master bath and splash some water on her face. Then the unsub comes in from the sliding doors. The husband, our marine sergeant, wasn't paying attention. He was trying to cool down himself and get a grasp on his temper. There's a painting above the fireplace. It's of their wedding venue. He was staring at it when he heard a noise. He turns around, bam. The unsub fires of a shot before he could fight. Unsub hides around the corner as the wife comes to investigate when she hears a big thump and finds her husband dead. Then the unsub attacks her." I say.
"I like it. Now, we need to determine who our unsub is." Gibbs says.
"I've narrowed it down a bit. I found a boot print and a bunch of cigarettes between the trees. Abby is still running some tests on the cigarette buds. However, the boot print is a size thirteen marine boot. The pattern is one to the marine boots. Could be a buddy of the husbands maybe. I'm going to estimate that he's about six two with a heavy build or he's heavier set because the weight left behind on the boot print." I explain.
"Any profile?" Ziva asks.
"Again, I think it's safe to assume the wife was the target. The couple is our only murder so far and hopefully it stays that way. So, it's kind of set it in stone that the unsub is more than likely an ex-lover, the baby daddy, a jealous friend of the husbands friend who wanted the wife, or maybe this man knew something we didn't and thought he was protecting the husband. However, that's a leap as he did kill the husband. The wife was the target. She was overkill. I'd suggest that it stems from betrayal, jealously and definitely anger. With how motivated he was for the murders, I'd also like to suggest that he's going to be quite cool and laxed about this. He's probably narcissistic, has strong views on a woman's role, temper-issues and I'd say even paranoid. However, I don't have enough to build on the profile so it very well could be wrong." I say.
"What does your gut say?" Gibbs asks.
"That I'm hungry." I say and everyone chuckles, including Gibbs.
"We will go get lunch soon." He says.
"Okay. However, aside from being hungry, I feel pretty confident about the case built and the profile I presented." I say.
"Then we will go with your word." He says.
I sit, feeling relieved we were closer to the end of this case. However, it did make me nervous at the thought of the end of the case. That meant I'd have dinner with Gibbs and I was dreading it. I knew how it'd go.
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Masterlist
Everything that falls under the #charliewrites
Smut indicated by **
Mentions of smut by *
Unspecified reader gender means mostly neutral writing (I wrote from my own fem pov which is why i say mostly)
Criminal Minds
Knights of Quantico
Best Friend(s)
Spencer Reid
Hair Cuts** - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
The Newest Reid - Dad!Spencer
Last Night** - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Skates - Spencer Reid x Reader
Deserve This - Spencer Reid x Reader
Jealous - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
So Addicted** - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Need You Now - Spencer Reid x Reader
Coffee Bean - Spencer Reid x Reader
Normal Neighbors (Part 2) - Retired!Spencer
Something’s Up* - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Oh, Baby* (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Sing Us a Song - Spencer Reid x Reader
Phone Numbers - Spencer Reid x Reader
Aaron Hotchner
Upstairs Neighbor** - Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader
Missing - Aaron and Jack Hotchner
Hotshot, Part 2: Irreplaceable, Part 3: Dusty Memories, Part 4: Waffles, Part 5: Second Chance - Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Army!OC
Sleep on the Floor** - Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader
Emily Prentiss
Hot Showers** - Emily Prentiss x BlindFem!Reader
Time Will Tell - Emily Prentiss x Reader
Little Victories - Emily Prentiss x Reader
Hallway Kisses - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader
Red - Emily Prentiss x Reader
Courted - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader
Derek Morgan
Winners** - Derek Morgan x Fem!Reader
Stranger Things
Unnamed - (request) Jonathan Byers x Reader
Dress** - Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader
The XX-File** (Part 2) (Part 3**) - Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader
Hickeys* - Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader
Camera Boy - Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader
Not You (Part Two: It’s Me) Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Darkrooms and Locked Cars* - Jonathan Byers x Reader
Scarred Hearts, Part 2 - Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Slow Motion (Wayne) - Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson
Attached at the Hip, Attached at the Lips (Part 2) - Steddie!Dads
Other fandoms
Marvel
Genuine - Stony (Steve Rogers x Tony Stark)
Mid-Game Rituals - Football Star!Bucky x reader
Ride Home - Snowboarder!Bucky x Skiier!reader
My Ranger - LOTR AU Ranger!Bucky x fem!reader
The Biker!Bucky Universe - My Belle, Honey Belle
Harry Potter
The One Where Remus Gets Harry
Shadow and Bone
My Queen** - Nikolai Lantsov x fem!reader
NCIS
Work Wife - Gibbs x fem!reader
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Leroy Jethro Gibbs || Masterlist
Whoops!
Gibbs x Fem!Reader one shot series
((These don’t have to be read in any particular order! The Reader has a pretty specific personality, I guess you could say, so that’s why I’m labeling it this way.))
you look stupid**
Warnings: bickering like a married couple, SMUT!, fingering, orgasm denial, semi-public
(Kind of) based on the one tumblr post that goes “you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid”
Word count: ~4.2k
Coming soon:
(your sister’s) wedding rehearsal
smithereens
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P1. Hi, would it be alright to request Ziva David x fem reader? Where R is Tonys younger sister who was in military and now works at the FBI, one day R decides to visit Tony at work since she hasn't seen him in years. When she gets there everyone is surprised that Tony even has a sister, even more surprised to find out that she really isn't anything like him. (She's smaller but still strong and skilled in combat, polite, incredibly intelligent, quiet and softspoken)
P2. They’re a bit surprised to find out about her years in the military and her job in the fbi but immediately take a liking to her, someone especially. When Ziva first laid eyes on R, she felt captivated by the woman. By the way she walked, the way she seemed to light up the room with her presence, the way she spoke. There was just something about her, she seemed so innocent yet dangerous at the same time.. Ziva was surprised to find out who that woman was but decided she wanted
P3. to take her out to dinner and maybe more can come out of it. She caught up with R in the parking lot and managed to stop her on time to ask her dinner which R shyly accepted. So they started dating, after the first few dates, Ziva asks R to be her girlfriend. They have sex that night. They’ve been together for a while but nobody knows. Until one day the team finds out Ziva has been dating someone for months and try to figure out who and keep asking questions.
P4. Then in comes R and greets Ziva with a kiss, which leaves everyone in shocked silence before chaos. Que smirking Ziva and Gibbs. Blushy smiling R, Blubbering, shocked, questioning older brother Tony and squealing Abby and flustered Mcgee. Ziva and R then explain everything and tease Tony. (I hope this all okay. Could there be some smut and fluff please?)
I am so sorry, I really though I’d replied to this, of course I can do this. I’ll get to it ASAP.
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