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Are you serious?! - Chapter 12

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: fluff

"I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!" Pastor Antonio announced, beaming with joy and laughing heartily.

The time had come...now came the wedding kiss. It was true that you and Gibbs had "practice" by now and knew what it felt like to kiss each other, but it didn't really help you. Because you were both still extremely nervous.

With your hearts pounding, you stood facing each other for a few seconds, just staring at each other.

"What will he do? Will he actually kiss me in front of the others?" you wondered, because he made no move to approach you.

"Will she let me kiss her? Like last night?" Jethro wondered.

But then he threw caution to the wind. He took a step toward you, put his hands around your waist, and gently pulled you closer. Then, once he'd closed the gap between you, he cupped your neck with his large hand and tilted your head back slightly to gain easier access.

He hesitated for a millisecond, during which you both felt your hearts racing. There was silence around you, but your pulse pounded in your ears. And then...then he gently placed his lips on yours. It was a gentle invitation that you gladly accepted. 

And before Gibbs knew it, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss. 

"Yes!!! THIS is it!! Please keep going!!" were your only thoughts as a firework of loving, passionate, and devoted feelings consumed you both. 

Antonio watched you and cried with joy, while your colleagues clapped, laughed, and cheered in ecstasy. Abby was even so thrilled that she threw rose petals at you.

But one person didn't join in the general cheering and instead stood a little to the side: Jenny Shepard.

She wasn't in the mood to laugh or celebrate, not at all.

Although she knew this wasn't a real wedding, the sight of you exchanging affection with each other made her feel a sharp, painful stab in her heart. Gibbs was holding another woman in his arms and kissing her passionately...that hurt.

But you didn't notice any of this commotion, even though you were the center of attention. Because you both were in your own world, which was very beautiful and you were more than happy. In fact: You didn't care about your surroundings at all.

Ducky could have watched you kissing forever, because to him, this image, which promised so much happiness, was wonderful. 

But you had to get back to the office. So he cleared his throat as loudly as he could and gently patted Gibbs on the shoulder.

To your great regret, he succeeded and brought you back to reality. Embarrassed, you pulled away from each other, breathing heavily, scrutinizing each other and taking in your surroundings bit by bit.

This was THE opportunity for Pierce. He placed a folder containing a marriage certificate in front of you: "Please sign below and thereby confirm your marriage," he instructed.

After his fifth wedding, Gibbs routinely picked up the pen and signed. Then he handed you the pen to do the same.

Husband: Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Wife: Y/N Gibbs

There they were. Your two names next to each other on a marriage certificate. It was done, but it seemed completely unreal.

"Y/N Gibbs... sounds strange, but good," you thought with a smile on your lips.

"Y/N Gibbs..." Jethro read the name and his heart ached. It felt like you truly belonged together from now on, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

Father Antonio stood before you, grinning, and extended his hand: "Let me be the first to congratulate you," he said with a contented laugh in his voice, shaking your hands.

Then the chaplain approached you: "Congratulations from me too."

His smile was forced, and his voice strangely strained, which contrasted sharply with his words.

The man's icy, contemptuous gaze sent shivers down your spine, and you were absolutely certain: that was the look of a murderer.

But you could rely on Abby, who threw her arms around you from behind and hugged you with a joyful squeal. You turned around and returned her hug, while your "husband" stood beside you, being hugged by Ducky.

When Abs let go, you turned back to the altar, but the two priests were gone — along with the folder and the marriage certificate.

You wanted to point this out to Gibbs, but you didn't know how to address him. Because suddenly, "Boss" or his last name seemed inappropriate.

But contrary to expectations, you could postpone answering that question, because McGee spoke up: "Boss..." Gibbs looked at him and raised his eyebrows questioningly. "The priests are gone, and they've taken the folder with them," Tim continued. 

Jethro nodded briefly. Then he took your hand and left the small church with you, followed by your wedding guests.

The large wooden door creaked shut, and when it was finally closed, the Boss turned to McGee and instructed him:

"Get the marriage certificate and destroy it."

(To be continued in Chapter 13.)

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Are you serious?! - Chapter 11

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: pure fluff

After the events of the previous evening, it was a little awkward for both of you to see each other again, let alone stand at the altar.

But here you were. Together, dressed to the nines, ready to be married.

Gibbs instinctively sensed your restlessness and took your hand – but the contact was at least as important to him to calm the storm of his own emotions.

Almost as if it were prearranged, the ceremony began the very moment you touched. It was like a symbol of how you two would soon be inseparably connected.

And only vaguely did you notice that he hadn't let go of you the entire time. But that had less to do with your inner turmoil than with his need to feel you.

He simply couldn't help it – he had to have direct skin-to-skin contact. A clear aftereffect of the previous evening, he noted with a sigh.

So you stood side by side at the altar, while Father Antonio delivered a wonderful sermon, Pierce supported him, and Abby and Ducky stood by your side as witnesses, providing emotional support.

The ceremony would be short, thankfully, but you barely noticed it anyway. You were lost in your thoughts — and in the closeness to the man next to you.

Your tight grip was like a symbol of your hearts, entwined in an unbreakable bond. You could feel Gibbs' warmth so clearly that it made your heart race. 

You were so excited, as if it were a real wedding, which is why you decided in that moment that you would savor every single second so you could always remember it.

A beautiful dream that, unfortunately, will never become reality. But his hand, holding yours securely and tightly, was like a promise that he would always be there for you and protect you.

What would you give if this were real, because your heart yearned for him so much.

Feeling your hand in his made Gibbs shiver. Because if he was honest, he was anything but the confident boss who always kept a cool head.

And he knew the reason for this, too, because he was standing next to it: you. When he saw you walking down the aisle towards him as a bride with a radiant smile on your lips, he was left breathless.

He almost went to meet you, took you in his arms, and gave in to the urge to kiss you senseless so that you'd have no choice but to become his.

His ardent heart ached for you with such longing that it was almost unbearable. Sad and absolutely hopeless, he held you tight, savoring the contact between you and thinking about what he would do to make this a reality. 

Meanwhile, your remaining colleagues, Tim, Tony, and Jenny, sat behind you on one of the front benches. Otherwise, no one was there, but that was a good thing, because after all, this was an undercover operation to catch a murderer, not a real wedding, right?

Anyway. The pastor was preaching, and in the middle of it, McGee quietly remarked, "They're a really lovely couple." 

That made Tony sit up and take notice. Excited, as if he'd had an epiphany, he turned to Tim: "Now that you mention it, I realize it too! How come no one's noticed this before...?!" 

McGee just shook his head and hoped that Tony would stay out of it, but honestly, that was about as likely as Picard from Star Trek becoming President of the United States — that is, not at all.

And judging by the look on his face, DiNozzo seemed to already be making plans. "Hopefully this won't cause any trouble with the boss," Tim thought, but already knew that it most likely wouldn't.

Meanwhile, Director Shepard was lost in her own thoughts. She was thinking about her time with Gibbs in Paris, and realized she still wasn't over him.

She still loved him. And maybe she should try to approach him again after the case is closed? Perhaps they still have a chance at a life together?

But her thoughts were abruptly interrupted, for it was time for the most important part of the ceremony: the wedding vows.

You turned to each other and looked deep into each other's eyes. In that moment, it was just the two of you, and everything around you had vanished. 

Outwardly, Gibbs appeared completely cool, but a storm raged in his eyes as Antonio asked him cheerfully:

"So I ask you: "Do you, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, take the present Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?

Do you wish to hold and honor her through better times and worse, then answer "Yes."'" 

"Yes, I do," Gibbs answered without hesitation in a firm voice.

Then it was your turn. He asked you cheerfully as well:

"Do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Leroy Jethro Gibbs, present here, as your lawfully wedded husband? Do you wish to hold and honor him through better times and worse, then answer 'Yes.'"

For a split second, you hesitated, because despite your blissful smile, your sadness was written all over your face.

"Yes, I do." You answered quietly and had to swallow hard, because you felt like crying.

But your colleagues didn't notice any of this. They were very surprised by the use of your real names. Was there something more to it?!

And then Father Antonio's voice rang out loudly, solemnly announcing: "I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

(To be continued in Chapter 12.)

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Are you serious?! - Chapter 10

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: pure fluff

When Gibbs arrived at the small church, everything was still peaceful. He got out of the car, adjusted his black suit and cufflinks, and then walked to the building, where, to his surprise, his colleagues were already waiting for him.

He was early and had assumed he'd be the first. But in fact, Tim, Tony, and Ducky were standing in front of the altar, chatting.

He paused for a moment. Then he quietly murmured, "Let the show begin," took a deep breath to compose himself, and walked over to his colleagues, who were also his friends.

"I wonder what she'll look like?" he asked himself on his way to the altar. But he quickly dismissed the thought so as not to lose his composure.

"Hey boss! Wedding number 5! Have you filled out the divorce papers yet?" Tony joked when the boss arrived, earning a venomous glare that immediately silenced him.

The situation was getting tense, but Ducky once again came to the rescue, placing a reassuring hand on Jethro's shoulder and announcing with a friendly smile, "She'll be here in a few minutes." Gibbs just nodded in agreement, but began to feel uneasy inside.

Soon, the time had come for him to live out his true feelings, at least for a short time. How would you react? After all, to you, it was just a fake. To him, it was like being a dog with a sausage shoved in front of his nose that he wasn't allowed to have. But unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about it.

Frustrated, he closed his eyes briefly, only to open them again immediately when the first notes of "You" sounded and his entire being tensed.

"Oh my God...oh my God...oh my God..." was the only thought in your head. You were more nervous than you'd ever been in your life, as if you were actually getting married.

To make matters worse, was WHO was waiting for you at the end of the aisle in front of the altar. Because it was none other than your BOSS!!! You'd never fainted before, but you felt like you were going to pass out from excitement at any second.

But it was too late to run away, because the car stopped in front of the church, and Abby and Jenny helped you get out with your voluminous dress, because you wouldn't have been able to do it alone.

They adjusted the dress and your veil. Then they hugged you, whispered, "You can do this," and stepped behind you to pick up the long veil.

You took one last deep breath. Then, your heart pounding, you stepped down the aisle to the altar, and the music began to play to accompany you on your journey to your future "husband."

Your first steps were uncertain, but then your eyes met Gibbs's steady gaze and never let go. As if drawn to him by magic, you suddenly walked towards him full of confidence with a radiant smile, while Abby and Jenny carried your veil.

When Jethro saw you, his breath caught in his throat. You were a true vision and absolutely breathtaking. In that moment, he realized that this whole undertaking was going to be a lot more difficult than he had imagined.

He was speechless, and every thought vanished from his mind. The world became quiet, consisting only of the two of you and you walking toward him.

"SHE'S coming to ME!!! Unbelievable." Gibbs felt as if the wedding were real and radically silenced his warning inner voice to savor this wonderful moment and imprint the sight of you in his memory.

He didn't want to miss a single detail, because you wore a very elegant, white wedding dress, like something out of a princess's dream. It had a wide, flared skirt with a long train and a figure-hugging bodice with transparent lace and a sweetheart neckline.

The long sleeves were sheer and made of delicate lace with floral patterns. The entire skirt was made of multi-layered tulle and organza, decorated with intricate lace and embroidery.

The veil was very long and elegant. It was made of fine, transparent tulle and fell in soft, flowing folds well below the floor, forming an impressive train and accentuating the silhouette of your wedding dress.

Your curly hair was loosely pinned up, with a few strands falling into your face. A curved silver floral vine was also incorporated into it, adorned with small white blossoms, pearls, and sparkling crystal elements.

For jewelry, you wore delicate, dangling drop earrings adorned with a pearl and a fine necklace with a small pearl pendant.

You looked like you'd stepped out of a fairytale. How could he possibly compete? But he didn't have to—much to his regret. But he probably had no chance with you anyway, because you probably only saw him as your boss. And again, his hopelessness hit him with full force.

You, too, were filled with nothing but feelings — overwhelming feelings. And you couldn't take your eyes off Jethro. It was simply not possible.

In his black suit, he looked breathtaking and dazzling. Elegant, sexy, and dangerous all at once. Mixed with a confident, self-assured charisma that made him impossible to miss. How could you ever fall in love with another man with him in front of you? It was impossible.

And finally, you arrived at the altar. Completely absorbed in each other, you looked at each other and, full of trust, you placed your hand in his.

(To be continued in Chapter 11.)

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Are you serious?! - Chapter 9

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: pure fluff

Embarrassed and longing, Gibbs and you looked at each other, trying to process what had just happened between you, but neither of you said anything.

Then, after a few seconds that felt like an eternity, you ran out of the basement because you couldn't take it anymore. You had to get out of here. You had to get away from HIM before he saw your tears and thought you were weak.

Sniffling, with tears streaming down your cheeks, you drove home, where you were finally allowed to give in to your suffering. You threw yourself onto your bed and cried so many bitter tears of heartbreak that your pillow was wet in no time.

At some point, hopelessness replaced grief. You could still feel his lips on yours. And when you closed your eyes, you also felt his hands exploring your body.

It was both torture and a blessing, but this memory finally allowed you to fall asleep.

And Gibbs tried to sleep too, because he needed to have a clear head tomorrow.

Exhausted yet wide awake, he collapsed onto the couch in his living room and turned on an old western on TV. But he didn't notice, because his whole body was still vibrating with desire.

He could still feel your body beneath his hands, your lips against his, and he could still hear your longing moans.

Your moans of longing for HIM. "God, I want you so much," he moaned, half frustrated, half desperate. “Does she feel the same way, that she can't stop thinking about our kisses? Maybe I should go to her...but she practically ran out of my house, so it's better not to," he wondered.

At a loss he ran his hand through his hair. The situation was hopeless, and he was doomed to do nothing. So he turned on his side and tried to concentrate on the movie.

It took a while before Jethro finally fell asleep. His dreams were about you and what he wanted to do with you. And these desires ranged from romantic to erotic. There was a bit of everything, but here his mind had nothing to say, and only his heart was in charge.

A few hours later, the alarm clock rang on both sides of town. Both Gibbs and you woke up with mixed feelings. Today was the day before the probable assassination attempt, but also the day of your wedding...wait...your fake wedding.

Gibbs showered, put on his suit for the big event, and went to the kitchen to make himself a coffee. He sat down at the dining table and enjoyed the black brew, his thoughts on the coming hours and their events.

His feelings about it were mixed. On the one hand, he had to keep an eye on Pierce, and on the other, he had to play the loving future husband who wanted nothing more than to finally be married to the woman of his life.

Of the two tasks, the first was the easier one, because the second was more challenging. Yes, he'd been on many undercover missions, but he'd never had to pretend to be a happy groom. And especially not when that was what he really wanted.

He sighed. This part would be very difficult, but he had to go through it. So he decided to let his feelings flow for a tiny moment and enjoy the ceremony, and especially the wedding kiss with you.

He decided to burn everything, even the little details, into his memory so he'd never forget it again. And after the wedding, he'd lock this part of his life away tightly and bury it deep inside himself, where it would hopefully hurt less and less over time.

But he already knew he wouldn't be able to sleep that night, because it was supposedly your wedding night. But you'd sleep in separate beds, since the dream would end immediately after the wedding.

At this thought, the memory of your encounter in his basement immediately resurfaced. Your soft lips on his, your soft skin beneath his hands, and your body pressed against his... 

...this memory and the thought of your wedding night were more than vivid, making him feel like he was slowly going crazy. How would he get through the next few hours without losing his mind? He didn't know, but he had to find a way.

At the same time, Abby and Jenny rang your bell to wake you up. You didn't want to, but with a long groan, you dragged yourself out of bed and to the door.

But as soon as you opened it, the peace was over. Abby was a bundle of nerves, and the director tried to slow her down and keep things in check.

The funny thing was that they were both incredibly excited about the wedding — despite the fact that it wasn't real.

But that didn't seem to bother the ladies in the slightest, because Abby immediately put on some good music and Jenny made some coffee. Then they got started. While one of them did your makeup, the other did your hair, and they both bustled around you together.

When they were finally finished, you quickly put on your new lingerie in the bathroom. Then they helped you into your bridal shoes, the dress, and finally the veil.

Dressed up as a bride, ready to be wed, you actually caused the girls to burst into tears of amazement and excitement.

You, on the other hand, were completely calm, because you had listened to the music and remembered how wonderful it was to kiss Gibbs and be close to him. 

Abby had covered your mirror so that your appearance as a bride would be a surprise for you too. But now you were finally allowed to look in the mirror...and your heart almost stopped. Wow. What a transformation. You almost didn't recognize yourself.

Your appearance was stunning and clearly ready for the church. But unlike your clothes, you were nowhere near ready for what awaited you. Because the hardest part was yet to come.

The wedding ceremony with your dream man, the one you'll never have, and a wedding night that wasn't one. You felt like crying, but you couldn't let it show, so as not to reveal your secret.

And so, Gibbs and you, along with the others, made your way to the church for a wedding that wouldn't be one, and that would push two people to the limits of what was humanly bearable.

(To be continued in Chapter 10.)

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Undercover Lap dance - Chapter 14

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: there's a bit violence

The room was semi-dark when Ducky entered. He carefully looked around and made out the outline of a chair, which he sat down on to wait for you.

But the wait wasn't too long, though, because a short time later, you entered the room and closed the door behind you.

Slowly you removed the crown, so that you stood before him in only your skimpy bikini. He looked at you expectantly, but you yourself were quite disappointed, because you had hoped so much that Jethro would come.

But it was no use. Maybe he didn't like it as much as you had hoped. Or maybe he had changed his mind. Whatever. You had a job to do, and that's exactly what you were going to do.

Donald was very excited about your performance and had to admit that your appearance in that skimpy outfit, as well as your dancing, tempted him greatly. But there was a big stop sign. Because his best friend Jethro had clearly marked his territory and made his intentions clear.

You were his. And he was only here now because Gibbs trusted him and, above all, because he couldn't hold back otherwise. But judging by your expression, you felt the same way. Because your look clearly said you were waiting for Gibbs and had dressed up especially for him.

Dutifully, you turned on some quiet music and walked seductively toward the coroner. You have charmed him, wiggled your butt in front of him, and finally sat on his lap.

It was so tempting that the poor guy almost regretted that you were already taken. But only almost, because he wished Gibbs all the happiness in the world. However, he still had to stay in character and tried not to accidentally touch any private parts when touching your body.

However, this was anything but easy, because your tongue and lips, playing with his ear, sent thrilling shivers through his body. You obviously knew what you were doing and Jethro was truly to be envied as the medic realized. 

Donald was so distracted by his reaction to you that he had a hard time focusing on what you whispered in his ear between gentle kisses.

"Bang!" a loud bang suddenly ripped through the room, bringing the erotic performance to an abrupt end.

And almost simultaneously with the noise, you screamed and fell backward onto the floor. Then the door to the room slammed shut.

Horrified, Ducky quickly got up and examined you as best he could. The shooter had shot you in the shoulder. It appeared to be a clean through-shot wound that hadn't caused any significant damage, but you were bleeding profusely.

One thing was certain: you urgently needed to go to the hospital. So Dr. Mallard took his cell phone out of his pocket and called 911. Then he called Gibbs: "Jethro, Y/N's been shot..." Unease spread through him, knowing his old friend would freak out after hearing this news.

And he was right, because Gibbs had hung up and was already storming toward the private room with his gun drawn. Once there, seething with rage, he tore the door open so hard that it slammed against the wall, giving the poor doctor a terrible fright for the second time that evening.

The boss walked purposefully toward you, carefully knelt beside you, and stroked your forehead gently and soothingly. Then he looked at Donald expectantly. Ducky sighed and began to explain: "She had just given me the information in the planned...special...way when the shot rang out and she fell backward. Then the door slammed. It was too dark to see anything, but I heard a woman's voice screaming very aggressively: 'You bitch!'"

Gibbs nodded and then asked worriedly, "And how is she?" 

"Probably a clean bullet through the shoulder. Nothing major seems to be injured, but she's losing a lot of blood. Paramedics should arrive soon." "Okay, stay with her," the boss asked him, stroking your head lovingly and soothingly, and then set off to find the perpetrator.

Out in the hallway, there was no one to be seen or heard. No trace and no footsteps. But at the end of the corridor he saw a glimmer of light, which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be an adjoining room, the door of which was slightly open.

Slowly and very quietly, he approached the light with his weapon drawn and peered tensely through the gap. But what he saw wasn't a murderer, but a crowd of frightened, cackling, and crying women.

"My God, what did I do to deserve this?" he thought, rolling his eyes and reluctantly entering the room.

The dancers screamed the moment they saw him. But they quickly recognized their opportunity to throw themselves into his arms for help.

So it happened that Gibbs was suddenly surrounded and hugged by all the women present.

"Hmm, how manly..."

"I love his scent..."

"What steely muscles..."

With each such comment from the women, his discomfort grew, and he frantically thought of how to escape them.

But no sooner had he thought of it than the perfect opportunity presented itself. In their desire to get as close as possible, they almost knocked him over. And that was the last straw.

"ENOUGH!!!" he yelled loudly, so that everyone let go of him in horror. Finally, he could breathe freely without being crushed. First, Ducky got to enjoy a lap dance from you, then you got shot, and now he was standing in a room full of crying women harassing him. In short, his mood was at rock bottom.

A fleeting thought, however, amused him. "Tony would have certainly enjoyed that," and he was absolutely right.

But that thought quickly vanished and was replaced by concern for you. He absolutely had to find the culprit.

He looked around the room and asked, "Is everyone here? Is anyone hurt?"

"I'm fine, but you're welcome to check me just to be sure," the women answered in unison, and the boss began to seethe again.

Serena suddenly raised her voice and asked in surprise, "Where is Amber?"

(To be continued in Chapter 15.)

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Are you serious?! - Chapter 8

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: fluff, it's getting spicy

Neither of you said a word, and the silence grew louder and louder. The tension between you crackled and became more and more unbearable. But you just stood there, looking deep into each other's eyes, as if you could see into each other's souls.

What now? Neither of you wanted to do anything wrong, so as not to scare the other. And yet you longed so much to be close to each other, to touch each other, and yes, to merge with each other. Until no one could tell where one began and the other ended.

As if drawn to each other by magic, you moved toward each other, closing the few centimeters that separated you. You didn't need words, because your gaze said everything there was to say.

Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around Gibbs' neck and pulled him down to you, while he simultaneously buried his hands in your hair and pulled you toward him by your waist.

He tilted his head, and your lips met. Very gently at first. But that brief touch ignited a fire within you both that no one could extinguish.

In a passionate kiss, Jethro pressed his lips to yours and ran his tongue along your lower lip, begging for entry, which you granted with a moan.

Immediately, your tongues began a wild dance of passion, simultaneously fighting for dominance until you submitted to his urging. Gibbs noticed this and moaned with pleasure.

He took a few steps back, cupped your butt, lifted you up, and sat you on his workbench. Then he grabbed your knees and spread your legs so he could stand between them.

He couldn't think straight anymore, and the only thing he knew was that he had to feel you. Your skin on his, with no annoying fabric between you. He couldn't help it. He had to touch your bare skin. Again and again. As if his life depended on it.

He took possession of you with his tongue and shoved it as deep down your throat as possible. And you let him. You were jelly beneath his hands, and yes, you wanted to feel his hands all over your body, and above all, you wanted to be possessed by him.

Your desire for each other grew stronger and stronger, and he pressed himself closer to you, allowing you to feel his full length. You had somehow managed to take off his shirt and buried your hands in his lush, soft, silver-gray chest hair, which robbed you of the last shred of sanity.

You were absolutely convinced that the dictionary definitely showed his image under the term "sexy." Because the way he looked and felt, with his toned, steely muscles, he was like sex on two legs to you.

But suddenly, a loud bang rang out, tearing you from your lustful dream. Confused, you looked around to see what was going on. Luckily, it wasn't anything threatening, but in your frenzy, you had knocked Gibbs' heavy hammer off the workbench, and it fell to the floor with a loud thud.

Heavily panting and gasping for breath, you looked at each other. What had happened? You were about to have sex, and only the hammer falling to the floor had torn you from your trance.

Was that good? You didn't know. Both of you would have liked nothing more than to continue where you left off. But slowly, reality, and with it, your sanity, returned.

The boss bent down and picked up your shirts. He handed you yours and looked at you thoughtfully. What are you going to do? Will you run away screaming? Cry? Report him because he was your superior? He could only hope you wouldn't do any of these things.

Your thoughts were quite similar, but you felt so small. Because you had just been so close to heaven in his arms, but to him, it was surely just a job without any feelings. You felt like crying. How could you possibly survive this ordeal?

Once you've caught the perpetrator, he'll move on and forget everything that happened during your joint mission. But nothing will happen...probably...or maybe it will?!

It was heaven on earth, but unfortunately far too short. Couldn't this moment last forever? You were more than in agreement on this point. You just needed to talk to each other.

"I have to remain professional and as cool as possible. She only sees me as her boss anyway and doesn't want me. So why should I let her get close to me? Then I'll just get hurt again," Gibbs thought.

And yet, you approached each other again and kissed. Gently, tenderly, like an unspoken declaration of love. Only when you had to stop to catch your breath you separated and you knew that you would never forget the feeling of each other's lips.

(To be continued in Chapter 9.)

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He doesn't get it (smut, request from anon)

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Prompt: Gibbs and you are married. One evening you are at a gala and an officer is very interested in you. He starts flirting with you in front of your husband who's not amused about it, to say the least.

Chapters: 1

Warnings: jealousy, a fight, smut

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Hi, I was wondering if I could request a Gibbs x reader. Basically Gibbs and reader are married. They are at a ball/gala and someone is very interested in reader. Flirting with her in front of him. The world knows they’re married. We need Gibbs jealous. Smuttttttt And everything else is up to you🩷🩷🩷

Dear anon, thank you so much for your request!! Hope you enjoy the story!! 😄❤️❤️

He doesn't get it

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: jealousy, a fight, smut

The Navy gala was a sea of ​​uniforms and sparkling glass. The ballroom of the old Officers' Club smelled of polished wood, cigar smoke, champagne, and perfume. Laughter, voices, and the muted clinking of glasses could be heard everywhere, while the big band filled the dance floor with a saxophone solo.

You felt Gibbs's hand on your lower back, warm and heavy. Like an anchor, reminding you that he was always there. Your husband appeared flawless and in control, as always: his silver-gray hair was perfectly styled, his gaze cool, and his posture taut. He wasn't the type for small talk, but his presence was enough to draw many glances. He didn't miss a thing, though.

"May I?"

The voice behind you cut through the music. Deep, confident, and definitely too smooth.

You turned around and saw an officer in his 40s, wearing a snow-white uniform. His eyes sparkled with the smug charm of a man accustomed to women smiling and yielding to him. As if about to whisper a secret into your ear, he leaned toward you — and paused as Gibbs, without turning his head, growled, "She already has a companion."

You politely but firmly rejected the man, but he stayed. He kept coming back, as if he were a shadow that wouldn't budge. Without being asked, he brought you a drink and stood too close to you with an unmistakable look.

Your husband's jaw tensed, as did his entire body. He was seething with jealousy, and the flames grew ever higher. It was clear to you: he was preparing for a fight, and if the stranger didn't finally leave you alone, he would feel Gibbs' full wrath.

Tony had noticed the spectacle long ago. With a grin that was both mocking and warning, he leaned toward the officer. "A little tip: Don't. She already has someone. And if you don't know the name: Jethro Gibbs. Does that ring a bell?"

Tim took a step closer, nervous, holding his glass. "You know who you're messing with..."

Abby also appeared behind you like a black shadow. Her gaze was as cold as her voice: "Keep your hands off her. Otherwise, I'll personally finish you."

Ducky recognized the warning signs, wanted to defuse the heated atmosphere, and finally pushed himself between you in an almost fatherly manner. In a gentle but serious voice, he spoke: "A man does well to know when a smile is just a smile — and when it's time to politely keep his distance."

But the officer just laughed. "It's just a dance." His eyes wandered to you, as if the others didn't exist. "Or are you afraid your husband won't even let you breathe?"

Gibbs's tension increased more and more. How dare the guy bother you? Silent as a predatory cat, he moved toward the man and fixed him with an icy stare. You could feel the tension in his body, and all the alarm bells were ringing.

But it was too late, because Gibbs had his victim precisely targeted and was just waiting for that last spark. "That's enough," he growled, his voice deep and dangerous.

"Or what?" The officer grinned. "Are you going to lock her up?"

At that moment, Gibbs's self-control shattered into a thousand pieces, and he exploded. Lightning fast and without another word, he grabbed the man by the collar, yanked him away from you, and dragged him across the ballroom. Conversations died down, the music stopped, and everyone's eyes followed him, like a beast that shouldn't be stopped.

Outside, the cold of the night hit you. Seconds later, Gibbs' fist slammed into the officer's face with full force. Blood spurted, the man held his nose, whimpering, and stumbled back, gasping for breath.

"Boss!" Tony rushed forward, but Gibbs didn't let go. He swung his arm wide and prepared to strike again, but just before his fist found its target in the officer's face, Tony grabbed his arms.

But Gibbs was furious with jealousy and broke away. He took a step forward, his gaze like a fiery storm. "She's mine!" he roared, his voice loud, threatening, and absolutely dangerous. "You dare come near my wife again, and I'll tear you apart. And there will be no one who can stop me."

The officer stepped back, his pride gone and his arrogance too. With a bloody lip and a broken nose, he disappeared into the darkness as fast as he could.

Gibbs was still standing there, watching the man go. His whole body was shaking, ready to defend you with his life. He looked as if he wanted to break free and follow anyone who even looked at you. Only Tony's hand on his shoulder stopped him from freaking out further.

The evening was over, and the drive home was quiet. Gibbs drove calmly, as always, but his fingers drummed on the steering wheel, his jaw still clenched with tension. You knew he was fighting. This time not against the officer — he was long gone — but against the jealousy that was eating away at him inside.

Even when you arrived at your house, you felt his gaze on your back, hot and piercing.

You were lost in your thoughts as you closed your jewelry box. Then you smiled dreamily. "He was cute, though..."

You had barely finished speaking when Gibbs was standing in front of you. Two steps, that was all he needed. With a jerk, he pushed you against the wall, hard and relentless. His hands framed your face, and his breath fanned hotly over your lips.

"You are mine," he growled. It wasn't a sentence, but a command. A claim of ownership that brooked no argument.

Before you could answer, Jethro covered your mouth with his. The kiss was raw, passionate, and demanding, as if he wanted to devour you. Your husband let you feel his jealousy, but also the rage and passion boiling within him. And every fiber of his being spoke the same language: He wouldn't share you. Never.

You returned his kiss, first in surprise, then with growing longing. Your hands clung to his shoulders, while his fingers dug firmly into your waist and he pressed you harder against the wall.

Every kiss and every movement was a fight — proof that you belonged to him. And yet there was more: In all the wildness lay a trembling, a naked fear. The fear of losing you.

Greedy and moaning with desire, you reached for his belt and unbuckled it, followed closely by Jethro's pants.

You wanted him. Now. Hard and deep inside you.

Gibbs' kisses made your insides tremble and you shudder with desire. He pushed up your dress and impatiently ripped your lace panties apart, because he absolutely had to be inside you. As deep as possible, to prove to you and him where you belong.

With one powerful thrust, he rammed himself all the way into you, pinning you even harder against the wall. But being impaled like this was exactly what you wanted right now. And he felt so incredibly good, filling you so mercilessly, that you could feel every vein on his cock.

Again and again, he drove his shaft into you with hard, deep thrusts with his tongue deep in your throat. He was relentlessly pounding into you and took you hard, demanding, and without hesitation. As if he had to make it clear once and for all that there would be no one else between you, he asserted his ownership over you.

"Ooooh yesssss! Go on!" You cheered him on. You were his and would never belong to anyone else.

Then his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips and he thrust deep into you one last time. With a deep groan, he came and spilled himself inside you.

With powerful thrusts, he pumped his fertile seed further inside you, where it belonged. Deep inside, as irrefutable proof that you belonged to him. Like a Neanderthal, he marked you to prove to you and to himself that he was the only one allowed to do this.

“JETHROOOO!!!” You cried out his name loudly as you, too, reached your peak, clinging to him, your body shaking from the force.

When the wave of passion finally left you both exhausted, you were still standing there, pressed tightly against each other.

Gibbs' forehead rested against yours, his hands holding you as if he would never let go. His breath brushed hotly over your skin, his lips finding yours in soft, almost tender kisses.

Out of breath, he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. Your smile was soft, your gaze full of warmth as you breathed blissfully and dazedly, "I will always be yours."

His breath caught. For a moment, he wasn't the unflappable Gibbs, but simply a man who needed you more than he would ever admit.

Then he effortlessly lifted you up and carried you, still sitting on his hip, into the bathroom.

There, he ran a hot bath for you, in which you cuddled extensively and gently washed each other, repeatedly punctuated by tender, loving kisses.

As the water slowly cooled, you stepped out of the tub and dried each other off with infinite tenderness. "I love you, Mrs. Gibbs. And I don't want to lose you," he confessed, looking deep into your eyes.

Your heart exploded with love for him. "I love you too, Mr. Gibbs. Forever," you breathed lovingly, confirming this with a deep and very tender kiss.

And as the stars sparkled above you and the night rested silently, you lay safe and secure in his arms. And you knew: He will never let you go.

The End

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Writing Notes: A Broken Heart

People describe their feelings after the end of a relationship as a “broken heart” due to the heart’s association with love. On a physical level, you might feel:

pangs of pain,

anxiety,

sadness, and

regret.

This sensation might arise in other destabilizing situations, like the death of a friend or family member. In other words, heartbreak arises whenever you lose someone near and dear to you. While healing a broken heart takes time, it’s possible given enough time.

Symptoms of a Broken Heart

Everyone experiences heartbreak in a unique way, but there are certain common feelings you might experience in times of loss. These are just a few symptoms to consider:

Depression: Unrelenting sadness and even despair often set in after someone breaks your heart or you suffer a great loss. You can expect to cry a lot in the days, weeks, and even months after losing your partner. You might find it difficult to get out of bed or do the things you once found joy in for a while. Consider speaking to a licensed therapist to handle these feelings of grief.

Irritability: Heartbreak can cause you to lash out toward others. As you deal with your internal pain, your sadness might sometimes transition into anger. This can bubble up and affect those around you. These outbursts might also lead you to feel guilty, further compounding the pain of your broken heart.

Stress: Anxiety and stress are also common reactions to heartbreak. As you ruminate on what you could’ve done to salvage your past relationship, you might become wary about ever finding love again in the future. It’s possible your emotional pain and stress might even turn into physical sensations.

How to Heal a Broken Heart

Time heals all wounds, but you can do quite a bit to speed up the heartbreak healing process. Keep these tips in mind as you strive to heal your broken heart:

Avoid ruminating. While you should let yourself feel your pain rather than stuffing your feelings down, try to let these emotions pass through you rather than fixate on them. Heartbreak exists in the space between what was and what will be, so it’s essential you learn to let go in the meantime. Focusing on the past will slow down your process of healing.

Give yourself time. Sometimes people feel the need to find a new partner very fast after a breakup, but this often proves to be unwise. While you’ll almost undoubtedly have successful and loving future relationships, taking a break from the dating world right after you and your ex part ways can be a healthy choice. You run the risk of jumping into something new too fast afterward, and you might end up breaking someone else’s heart along the way.

Go “no contact.” To move forward, you can’t look back. Even in hard times, try to avoid reaching out to your ex post-breakup. Every time you start to talk again, you rip the wound open fresh and will have to start your healing process from scratch. While it might be difficult in the moment, focusing on your own needs and giving yourself space will help both of you grow to your ultimate potential.

Keep moving. Consider taking up some form of exercise to give yourself something external to focus on in the wake of a breakup. A sedentary lifestyle will only compound your feelings of depression and stress. When you prioritize your physical wellness, a greater sense of emotional peace and stability often follows.

Practice self-care. Mending a broken heart requires you to be kind to yourself. Listen to inspirational podcasts. Read about ways to bolster your mental health and wellness. Take up mindfulness meditation to learn how to let things go and find joy in impermanence. Eat well, exercise, and try to get enough sleep every night to heal as fast as possible.

Remember your value. As painful as breakups can be, they force you to learn the value of self-love anew. When you’re in a romantic relationship, you might end up defining yourself almost exclusively in terms of your connection to the other person. This unhealthy outlook sometimes leads to breakups in the first place. Remind yourself of your value as an individual, take advantage of your newfound independence, and learn to love yourself.

Take new chances. You’ll have a lot more free time on your hands when you’re experiencing your broken heart. Use this time to try new things, find new hobbies, meet new people, and make new friends. Build up a set of experiences to help yourself grow into the person you always dreamed you would be. Next time you hop on a dating app, do so knowing you learned how to live a single life to the fullest.

Turn to your support system. Reach out to your support group of best friends, family members, and loved ones in the wake of a breakup. They can provide you with shoulders to cry on, all while reminding you of how loved you are. They can even join you on new adventures when you’re up for it again. Consider speaking to a qualified psychotherapist to process your feelings, too.

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Are you serious?! - Chapter 7

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: fluff

After everyone went home, you all went to bed early. Sleeping went quite well – at least for Ducky, Tony, and Abby, who were sound asleep.

Jenny, Gibbs, and you, on the other hand, had a completely different experience, because your thoughts just wouldn't leave you alone.

Shepard sat in her armchair with a glass of wine in her hand, staring thoughtfully into the fireplace. She thought wistfully of the past in Paris. Her past with Jethro: "This is the night before the wedding... Maybe this could have been the night before our wedding sometime."

But then she remembered something she'd repressed: "But marriage between us will probably never happen. Because he's made it perfectly clear that that ship has sailed. Especially after what I did to him back then."

She also had the feeling he'd found another woman with whom he hoped to finally be happy. But she didn't want to accept that fact.

So while the director was thinking about her troubled past, you were lying in bed thinking about your immediate, rather eventful future. Actually, you were thinking about the voluminous dress and how it would certainly be difficult to move in.

But you had to go through with it now, because you had agreed on this dress. To distinguish the fake from your hopefully one day real wedding, you insisted on a dress that you definitely wouldn't wear, and that was exactly the kind of dress you had found.

It was beautiful, but too flowing and too wide and therefore not your style. Luckily, you still looked good in it. At least a little. But you were already dreading the struggle with the dress and having to move in it.

"I wonder what the men will say when they see me as a bride? And what will the boss say?" you whispered softly...

...and suddenly froze.

In shock, you sat up, eyes wide open, and exclaimed, "Oh my God!!! I have to KISS the boss!!!"

This detail only just occurred to you, and it completely upset you. What now? Sleep was out of the question, and you absolutely had to talk to him about your concerns.

So you got dressed and drove to Gibbs's.

He also couldn't sleep and was lost in thought while working on his boat.

He'd noticed your unusual silence in the bar and could tell something was wrong. But this wasn't the right place to talk about it. All he could do was hope that you’d seek a conversation with him to clarify this. And that you would manage to complete the mission alongside him.

But that was only one of the things that worried him. Because besides helping you as best he could, he actually also needed help, namely from you. In the form of you perhaps actually being genuinely interested in him.

"This wedding would be perfect if it were real. But she doesn't want me. She made that clear when she found out about the plan to go undercover with me,” he thought glumly, concluding that he had to try even harder to suppress his feelings for you and his longing for you.

This awakened old memories and an old pain within him. “She won't just hurt me... no, she has the power to destroy me forever,” he whispered, stunned by this realization. 

But suddenly, he was torn from his thoughts by footsteps. From the sound, he recognized that it was you visiting him at such a late hour. He was happy that you were visiting him, but he had the uneasy feeling that your visit wasn't about him, but about what was bothering you so much.

With a sigh, he carefully placed the sanding block on his workbench, turned to you, examined you briefly, and asked quietly: “What's wrong?”

Suddenly, you weren't so sure coming here was such a good idea, but now it was too late anyway.

So you bravely went down the remaining stairs and approached him until you were standing right in front of him. Then, wringing your hands, you shyly answered, "I don't know how to say it..."

Your voice failed you, and he just looked at you, demanding and silent.

You didn't know how to express it. Especially how to tell HIM. But it had to be done, because there was no way back: "When we're pronounced husband and wife..." you tried again.

"...then?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

Your face turned bright red, and you couldn't look at him anymore out of shame. But almost inaudibly, you blurted out the reason for your visit: "Then we have to kiss."

Gibbs almost laughed out loud. "That's all? Well, I can help you with that," he thought, relieved and amused.

He slowly walked towards you, took your chin and turned your head so that you had to look at him. 

Then he closed his eyes and gently placed his lips on yours. It was just for a moment, so as not to scare you. And when he pulled away, he whispered with a smile: "See, no problem. And now you've even had practice."

Did Gibbs really just kiss you and make a joke? You opened your eyes in surprise and saw something beautiful. It was Gibbs, laughing with liberation. His steely blue eyes shone, and he looked several years younger.

But the laughter was short-lived, as your gazes locked so tightly that you both felt like you were drowning in each other's eyes.

Silence spread through the basement, and the atmosphere heated up.

(To be continued in Chapter 8.)

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Are you serious?! - Chapter 6

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: fluff

The appointment at the bridal shop was strange, because you and Gibbs were very enthusiastically supported in the selection by Tony and Ducky, as well as Abby and Jenny.

Tony tried to persuade Gibbs to go for something modern, but quickly gave up because the boss gave him his famous Gibbs glare that should have killed him immediately. 

"Sorry, boss. You know your stuff. You've been through this a few times. I forgot," he tried to placate him meekly.

“Hmm, well…maybe you really would benefit from some variety, but classic is always appropriate,” Ducky pointed out, stroking his chin thoughtfully but also amusedly.

"You know...that reminds me of..." he continued, but Gibbs interrupted him with an annoyed, "Duck. Stop it."

The coroner was a little disappointed, but he was used to being interrupted by his friend. So he let it go.

The rest of the fitting went smoothly for the men, except for a few sentences... 

...in stark contrast to the happening for the women.

Because you had much more to discuss, and your respective moods were completely different. While you didn't know what was happening to you, Jenny was very melancholic, and Abby was totally excited and nervous. She seemed like a rubber ball, constantly bouncing back and forth.

A suit for Gibbs was quickly found, but finding your bridal outfit took time. And since Abby insisted that Gibbs not see you in the dress before the ceremony, the men went to a bar to end the day and wait for you there. 

While Gibbs, Ducky, and Tony sat down at the bar and ordered the first round of beers, Abby, Jenny, and you were still surrounded by numerous wedding dresses and accessories.

Opinions on the different styles varied widely, but in the end, you were able to agree on a bridal outfit. And to end the drama, you put on the dress, shoes, jewelry, hair accessories, and veil together and presented yourself to the girls and the consultant.

They were amazed when they saw you. You didn't know what to say either, because you hadn't expected it to actually look THAT good. Especially since you had deliberately chosen a dress that you liked, but that you wouldn't wear to your actual wedding.

Abby was bursting with excitement, jumping up and down, clapping her hands, and shouting, "Oh, my GOD! Gibbs is going to drop dead!!!"

Then she froze, her face taking on a horrified expression. She clapped her hands over her face and lamented, "Oh no, this isn't good. I'd rather not."

Jenny realized that Abby was starting to get worked up about Gibbs dying and acted quickly.

She gently took her by the shoulders and tried to reassure her with a firm voice: "Abby...everything will be fine. Besides, it's not a real wedding. Please calm down."

Abs looked up at her sadly and calmed down again. After that, everything happened very quickly. The dress and accessories were bought, and Abby and Jenny will come to you the next morning - your wedding day!!! - and help you get ready.

After all that was sorted out and taken care of, you made your way to the bar, where you were eagerly awaited. As soon as you sat down with your colleagues, your drinks arrived, which Gibbs had already ordered for you.

Tony, of course, couldn't resist giving Gibbs a mischievous wink, asking, "So, boss, how does it feel to be standing at the altar again in a few hours?"

The group laughed, you looked into your glass with red cheeks, and Gibbs rolled his eyes. Annoyed, he grumbled warningly: "DiNozzo..."

The laughter died down. Only Ducky continued to chuckle quietly to himself.

Outwardly, Gibbs appeared completely calm, as if on a routine mission. But inside, he was seething. Because the wedding might be fake, but YOU would be standing next to him at the altar. And that was something else entirely. Because he couldn't just shake that fact off. His heart wouldn't allow it.

Abby was immediately overjoyed again at this topic: "You'll be amazed when you see Y/N tomorrow!!"

Jenny smiled hesitantly, but supported her: "She really looks stunning."

Unlike your colleagues, you couldn't join in the general enthusiasm, because you were sitting opposite Gibbs and had a strange, uneasy feeling at the sight of him.

You couldn't stop thinking about the next day. Soon, you'd be standing at the altar next to the boss as his bride, and he as your groom, getting married.

It'll just be a fake, but you've never done anything like this undercover or in real life, which is why you were very nervous.

Besides, it was actually exactly what you wanted. But in real life. And you could only hope that no one would see through you. Especially not Gibbs, because that would be beyond embarrassing.

Additionally, you couldn't shake the feeling that the director was somehow personally involved and not at all happy about the idea of ​​you and Gibbs getting married tomorrow.

But it was getting late, so you all said your goodbyes and went home. Tomorrow will be a busy day, and you'll become "Mrs. Gibbs," so to speak. Wow.

(To be continued in Chapter 7.)

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Are you serious?! - Chapter 5

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: fluff

The choir sang, and you were simply horrified, because you had never heard the song "You Raise Me Up" sung so soullessly. THIS was supposed to be a church choir singing for the Lord and proclaiming His message?!

Impossible. You were stunned. And since music was in your blood, you automatically went over to the group. Pierce and Gibbs watched you, astonished and perplexed. What were you planning and what was the problem?

The choir and the choir director were discussing what needed to be adjusted to make the song sound good when you arrived and joined them.

Everyone looked at you with interest.

"Hello! Do you want to sing along?" asked the director.

"God, no," you replied immediately, waving your hand vigorously.

He frowned: "Then how can I help you?"

“Well, I'm a musician, and when I heard your choir, I just had to talk to you,” you tried to start the conversation diplomatically.

“Okay. What's it about?” he wanted to know, because now his interest was piqued.

“It's about the choir and your leadership.”

“Yesssss?” he asked cautiously, slowly sensing that criticism was about to come.

“You know... the singing is good, but it lacks soul. Music is love! Music is passion! And it's magical! Because it's the universal language that everyone understands. Whether human or animal.”

You paused briefly and looked around. Then you continued your passionate plea for music:

"You have been given the gift of a good voice, so use it! Proclaim the Lord's message! For that's what you do. Tell the world what it's all about and that there is a Savior!

Honor Him with your singing and don't sing with your vocal cords alone, but sing with your soul too! Feel the music and let it flow through you. Let it enter your mind, your heart, and your soul, and honor the Lord."

Gibbs' eyes and amazement grew ever wider. But he wasn't the only one. Everyone stared at you as if you were an alien speaking in an incomprehensible language.

And after your speech, there was a tense silence. Then you noticed the piano in the corner and an idea came to you: "Please give me a moment. I want to show you something."

Then you went to the instrument, sat down, and began to play and sing. “You Raise Me Up” in Martin Hurkens' version, and you put your whole soul into your singing.

With your eyes closed, you played and sang, letting the music fill you, until your anthem ended.

There was silence again. Then thunderous applause broke out, and you opened your eyes to perceive your surroundings again. You were still deeply moved by the music. But you weren't the only one, because several choir members cried with emotion. 

You went over to them, smiled shyly, and said, "That's how it should sound. With soul. Songs like these mixed with faster ones, and everyone will be happy to hear you."

The choir enthusiastically sang the song again, and this time it sounded much better. You cheered the singers joyfully and appreciatively and then went over to Pierce, Antonio, and Gibbs, who looked at you in amazement and awe.

You were about to ask them about it when the choir director approached you, excited and beaming with joy: "You gave  us the impetus we needed...wouldn't you like to join us? We could use someone with your talent."

As you looked past him to the choir members, they nodded eagerly. It felt good to be needed and surrounded by like-minded people, but now wasn't the right time.

"I'm very honored, thank you very much. Perhaps I'll come back to this after our wedding, when all the commotion has died down," you assured him with a smile.

He laughed with relief: "Yes, of course! Do so. We would be delighted to welcome you into our midst." Then he shook your hand goodbye and walked back to the singers to continue rehearsing.

It rarely happened, but Gibbs was at a loss for words. He looked at you admiringly: "Wow, I've never seen you like this before."

This praise made your cheeks glow. Shyly, you looked down at your shoes and quietly replied, "Very few people know that about me."

Then you walked away toward the church exit. First Jethro watched you, then he followed you.

A thousand questions were burning on his lips, but since you were obviously embarrassed, he decided not to bring it up again.

On the drive to the bridal shop, he finally mustered up the courage to ask a question. "Are you religious?" he asked quietly and cautiously. You looked at him questioningly: "No. But they needed it. Because of that it doesn't matter whether I believe or not," you said with conviction.

You spent the rest of the ride in silence. Each of you was lost in his own thoughts. And when you arrived at the wedding shop, he turned left and you turned right.

(To be continued in Chapter 6.)

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How to write time travelling 🧳🌐

Yesss, you brave temporal gremlin. Let’s go. Because time travel is not just “they stepped into the portal and landed in 1843.” No. Time travel is a cognitive breakdown wrapped in a paradox burrito, seasoned with quantum nausea and sprinkled with “wait—am I still real?”

So pour yourself a mug of entropy, adjust your internal clock, and let’s absolutely shatter the fabric of linear storytelling with:

⏳🧠 How to Write Time Travel – The Whiplash, Wormhole, “Where Am I?” Guide 🌀

Most stories go:

“He traveled back in time to stop the war.”

Cool motive. Zero visceral experience.

Because this shouldn’t be smooth. It should be wrong. Your character just yeeted themselves into another moment. Not a place. A moment. That’s not a commute—it’s a crisis.

Let’s talk about what time travel feels like when your body and brain are both screaming “we are not built for this!”

🧠💥 The Core Experience: Your Brain Was Not Designed for Time as a Place

Time travel isn’t just moving—you’re collapsing the sequence of events your consciousness depends on.

Your body might go through temporal inertia—you feel lag, like your atoms are trying to remember where they used to be.

Your mind? It’s buffering. Your memories don’t match the world anymore. Your perception is like a cassette being played backward.

Your senses struggle to anchor. Gravity might feel wrong. Light might arrive too slow or too fast. Smells are outdated. Sound has an accent.

“He landed with a crunch—not on the ground, but in the timeline. His skin prickled, his balance went sideways, and his thoughts stretched like chewing gum in a wind tunnel.”

🌀 Types of Time Travel – And What They Do to the Body (and Brain)

⏱️ Chrono-Jump / Instant Time Hop (Machines, Magic, Devices)

Think: a flash, a blink, a collapse of the now into then.

Might feel like falling through nothing and hitting the floor of reality.

Instant changes in air pressure, gravity, and atmosphere.

Smell is a big one. Time has a scent. Old wood. Horse sweat. Cold metal. Burning ozone.

“It felt like skipping a heartbeat—and then twenty years. Her lungs burned, her ears rang, and the sky looked… too bright. Too clean. Too unfamiliar.”

🌪️ Time Vortex / Wormholes

These aren’t just transportation—they’re cosmic washing machines.

Spinning, churning, light bending around your retinas like it’s melting. Up is down. In is out.

Sound distorts. You hear past and future voices at once. You smell things that don’t exist yet.

“The tunnel roared like a storm inside his bones. He screamed, but it came out backwards. Colors bled. His skin stung with centuries.”

🕳️ Dreamwalking / Consciousness-Only Time Travel

Your body stays, but your mind time-hops. This is disorienting AF.

You wake up in your own younger skin. Or someone else’s. Or a version of yourself that’s not quite right.

Muscle memory fights you. “I haven’t broken this arm yet.” But your body says “it’s already healed.”

“She opened her eyes and was ten years old. Her hands were too small. Her voice cracked wrong. She remembered how she died—but she hadn’t yet.”

👤 Looping / Time Rewind (Groundhog Day, Do-overs)

Feels like déjà vu with a side of existential dread.

You retain memory, but your body resets. That creates emotional whiplash. “Why do I feel grief? I haven’t lost anyone—today.”

If the loop happens too many times? Your soul gets tired.

“The day reset with a soft chime. He stared at the same ceiling. Same breath. Same itch behind the eyes. It was the fourteenth time he died. The third time it hurt.”

🧠 Body Reactions – Because Time Isn’t a Safe Playground

Temporal vertigo – Your body’s sense of “now” is wrong. You stumble. You fall. You puke.

Vision glitches – Light hits differently across eras. You might see frame-skipping. Ghosting. Double exposure.

Skin sensitivity – The air has changed. Your body feels allergic to the year.

Ear popping – Atmospheric changes over centuries = time-induced barotrauma.

Nosebleeds or migraines – Compression sickness from time zones. Chrono-bends. Whatever you wanna call it—your brain hates it.

“Every time she jumped, she lost something. A tooth once. A patch of hair. This time it was a memory—she could feel the gap where it used to live.”

🧠💭 Mental Effects – The Sanity Tax of Time Hopping

You don’t just go to another time. You arrive different. And time… notices.

Dislocation – You feel like a visitor in your own skin. This isn’t your timeline anymore.

Paradox anxiety – “What if I break something?” The fear of undoing yourself.

Hallucinations – Memories from multiple timelines bleeding into each other. Flashbacks to things that haven’t happened—yet.

Obsession – Time travelers often become detached from people and hyper-attached to events.

“He couldn’t remember his mother’s voice, but he could recite the exact layout of the market square in 1532. Time had made him forget how to be human.”

🔍 Tiny Sensory Details That Sell the Scene

The air tastes different—coal soot, car fumes, wildflowers, blood.

Light temperature shifts. Old bulbs. Candlelight. Harsh future neon.

Watch stops ticking. Or starts spinning wildly.

You cast no shadow for a moment as the timeline forgets you.

The air pressure hums. A buzz in your teeth. Like something’s vibrating out of phase.

Your heartbeat is off-beat—like your body’s syncing with the wrong moment.

“He could smell rain that hadn’t fallen yet. Dust from buildings that hadn’t been built. His mouth tasted like copper and centuries.”

⏳ Final Thoughts from Sempai: Time Is Not Your Friend

Time travel is wondrous, yes—but it’s also unnatural. You’re messing with a force your body wasn’t built to understand.

So don’t just write “they appeared in the past.” Write the grit. The confusion. The sickening sense of being out of sync.

Let them glitch. Let them ache. Let them weep over a memory that got overwritten.

“She arrived one minute too early. Saw herself die. And had to live knowing which breath was her last.”

You’re not writing a time machine. You’re writing a collision between memory and reality.

Now go out there and ruin your characters’ lives, one century at a time. 💫

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Undercover Lap dance - Chapter 13

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: none

That was very interesting. With Penny, you might have found a witness with the crucial clues. How exciting!!

The evidence mounted and all pointed to the fact that Amber, in her obvious aggressiveness, must have completely lost control the evening the murder occurred.

You were so excited at having found some truly useful clues that you didn't know what to do. You would have loved to call the office right away, but that would have blown your cover immediately.

So you had to keep the information to yourself until the evening.

Until the evening…when you finally saw the boss again and were allowed to get very close to him again. No, you weren't allowed to. You actually had to! After all, it was part of your cover!

"How will he react this time? Will we go further this time than yesterday? Rather unlikely. He made it clear that the case is his top priority," your thoughts circled back to Jethro and what you had done the night before.

Nothing had really happened between you, but it was enough to make you long for more and for the world to change for you.  "I really am a hopeless case," you thought, laughing quietly.

"Are you okay?" Serena suddenly asked, shaking your shoulder gently. You looked at her, startled.

"Are you okay? You were completely zoned out for a while," she asked you gently and concerned.

She looked so sincere that you almost cried. "Hopefully we'll become friends and can stay that way after the mission," was a big wish of yours at that moment. Whether it would come true remained to be seen.

You nodded hesitantly: "Yes. Yes, I'm fine. I was just thinking about tonight."

But as soon as you said that, the girls burst into wild giggles.

"Admit it. You're hoping that sexy silver fox you disappeared with last night is back. Don't you?" Penny laughed loudly, and your face turned bright red. Were you that easy to see through?

"You don't have to be embarrassed. We all find him very sexy and envy you," Gillian chimed in enraptured.

"Yes! Imagine his big hands stroking your skin and exploring every inch of your body," Serena described enthusiastically.

Penny moaned theatrically and with pleasure:

“Ooooh yessss…and his bright blue eyes, which can surely see into your soul and make you his mindless toy until you voluntarily tear off your clothes, throw yourself at his feet, and beg him, “take me!”" 

“You have to tell us everything, PLEASE!!!” the three begged, but you were rudely interrupted by Amber's commanding voice: “ENOUGH! You're here to work, not for coffee!” 

The cheerful mood had vanished. You quickly jumped up and continued rehearsing. But you couldn't help but think an amused thought: “The boss has once again turned the ladies' heads. But I can't blame the girls for being into him…I wonder what they would say if they knew I'll go out on a date with him?” 

After that, it was time for rigorous rehearsals, always under the supervision of the witch Amber, who showed no mercy.

Drenched in sweat, you showered hours later, quickly ate a snack, and then it was time to get dressed for the show.

Your excitement grew and grew. Soon you'd see him again. See him and feel him. Only briefly, but better than never. That's why you had to look especially good and sexy, so that his eyes would hopefully pop out of his head when he saw you.

Then, finally, your stage appearance began. Beaming with joy, excited, but also expectant, you walked onto the stage and immediately your eyes caught him. Your eyes met, and for a brief moment, the world stood still. This evening, you danced only for him.

Sensually, so incredibly sensually, you moved to the music, as if you were both alone in the room. And that had an effect not only on you, but also on Gibbs, who was having more and more trouble controlling himself and whose arousal continued to grow.

He wanted nothing more than to be alone with you, but that couldn't happen yet. You had to solve the case first, and then you would be his. And there would be no one who could stop him then.

"Luckily, Ducky's taking over," he thought quietly, groaning in frustration and longing.

But he wasn't as quiet as he thought, because his old friend leaned toward him and whispered, "Are you sure I should go into the private room with her?"

The look Jethro gave him said it all. He didn't want this, but it had to be done. And Ducky was the only man he trusted in this situation not to touch you.

That was a huge sign of trust, as it exposed Gibbs' inner life. And Donald certainly won't disappoint him. Besides, he knew what Jethro would do to him if he didn't keep his hands off you. He knew what that request had cost his old friend and really hoped that the two of you would get together. It would definitely be very good for both of you. 

So Ducky gave you the signal for the private room. You were surprised that the signal came from him, but you set off purposefully to meet him there.

(To be continued in Chapter 14.)

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Are you serious?! - Chapter 4

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: fluff

"Come in, Gary," the priest called to the young man, who immediately obeyed, looking at you curiously.

With a friendly smile, he approached you and shook your hand in greeting: "Hello, Gary Pierce. I'm the chaplain here."

The boss took over again and introduced you: "Jethro Gibbs and my fiancée, Y/N Y/L/N."

"Nice to meet you!" Gary replied happily. He had an open, honest laugh that seemed innocent and inspired trust. Just as you would imagine a prospective pastor.

Antonio cleared his throat and addressed his trainee matter-of-factly: "I'll marry them first thing tomorrow morning at 8:00 a.m. Please get everything ready. Here is all the information and details you need."

He handed him the folder with your details and documents. Then something else occurred to him: "Miss Y/N, please forgive me, I completely forgot...do you want to change your name with the wedding?"

Your face lit up. With hearts in your eyes, you looked at the boss and replied with conviction: "Yes, of course. I want to show the closeness in our little family, and my fiancé is simply wonderful. I'm so proud of him."

The priest nodded contentedly: "Very commendable. Gary, please make a note of that." He instructed his assistant.

Then he turned back to you: "Which song should be played for the walk down the aisle?"

"You" by Ten Sharp," you answered immediately, which made Gibbs sit up and take notice.

Antonio raised his eyebrows: "A...rather unusual choice, I must say."

Laughing, you gently intertwined your hand with Gibbs': "We're extraordinary people too, aren't we, my dear?"

To reinforce your statement, you kissed him tenderly on the cheek and he didn't resist. No, he even smiled, as if he really enjoyed it.

"Oh, if only this were real," you thought longingly, but hopelessly.

"Please go on, but then kiss me on the mouth," thought the boss.

"How nice! Then everything's cleared up...or do you have any more questions?"

"No, Gary. But I'm very nervous and would like to quickly go over everything with you," you asked him.

"Yes, of course. Come with me to the altar so I can arrange everything," he replied, pointing the way.

This gave you and Gibbs the opportunity to question both of them, or rather, to lay the trap for the murderer.

Arriving at the altar, the chaplain immediately began preparations for the next morning's ceremony.

"How may I help you?" he asked as he arranged the flowers.

"The ceremony begins at 8:00 a.m., when I walk down the aisle and you play "You." Then comes the ceremony, we'll be pronounced husband and wife, and after that, we made it. Then, the celebration can begin. Right?"

Pierce laughed. "You have to plan and know everything, right?"

Embarrassed, you looked down. "Yes."

He smiled and placed his hand reassuringly on your shoulder. "Everything will be fine, you'll see."

With a pained smile, you looked up at him and nodded.

But just as you were about to answer him, Jethro and Antonio approached.

The Boss put his arm around your waist, pulled you gently but possessively to him, and whispered in your ear: "Are you okay?"

His deep voice and his lips against your ear sent shivers down your spine, and your brain shut down for a moment. The only thing you could do was nod in agreement.

“You're both in the military?” the chaplain asked.

“Yes,” Gibbs said curtly. He didn't like the man, and he was mostly right in his assessment.

"Oh yeah. And what are you planning to do after the wedding?" he continued. Wow, the man didn't do things by halves.

Strengthened by Gibbs's presence, you answered the question as discussed: “We're celebrating with friends and family. Afterward, we'll spend a few days in the honeymoon suite at a cozy little motel for some privacy. It's called "Lucky." Maybe you know it.”

Gary grinned: “Yes, I do. It seems to be a popular spot for newlyweds these days. Our last bride and groom spent their wedding night there, too.”

“Great!! Then it can only be good! I'm so excited to see what the suite looks like!” you exclaimed enthusiastically. But your joy was so exaggerated that the three men burst out laughing.

When Gibbs had somewhat calmed down, he blew a kiss on your temple, “Come on, honey. We have to go. You know, we have an appointment with the tailor.”

You shyly looked into his eyes, which you shouldn't have. Because, as always, whenever you did that, you felt like you were drowning in those clear blue lakes.

“Are you coming?” he asked.

“Yes, let's go.”

You were just about to turn around and leave the church when the choir started singing, and you froze.

(To be continued in Chapter 5.)

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drunken confessions prompt list

when too much alcohol loosens their tongue

🌀 leaning heavily on your shoulder, they slur, “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to kiss you,” and you freeze, unsure if they mean it or if it’s just the alcohol talking.

🌀 they’re giggling uncontrollably, cheeks flushed, when they suddenly blurt out, “you know, you’re the only person who makes me this happy.” the laughter fades, replaced by an earnest gaze that’s hard to dismiss.

🌀 stumbling over their words, they confess with a shy grin, “i think about you all the time.” their eyes widen like they didn’t mean to say that out loud, but there’s no taking it back now.

🌀 sitting together in the dim light of the bar, they lean in close and whisper, “i’ve been in love with you for ages.” you almost laugh it off, until you see the serious look in their eyes, even through the haze of alcohol.

🌀 drunkenly grabbing your hand and holding it against their chest, they mumble, “my heart always does this around you, you know.” you can feel the unsteady rhythm beneath your fingertips.

🌀 they’re rambling on about nothing in particular when, out of nowhere, they look at you and say, “i would give up anything just to see you smile every day.” it catches you so off guard that you don’t know how to respond.

🌀 as you’re helping them get home, they rest their head on your shoulder and murmur, “i’m not drunk enough to lie about loving you.” the words are soft and slurred, but the sincerity in their tone is unmistakable.

🌀 they keep repeating your name over and over, like they’re savoring the sound, before letting out a dreamy sigh and admitting, “i wish you knew how much i care.”

🌀 after a few too many drinks, they look at you with bleary eyes and say, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” there’s a hint of desperation in their voice, like they’ve been holding onto that truth for too long.

🌀 as they sway slightly on their feet, they confess, “i’d do anything for you.” you laugh and brush it off, but they shake their head stubbornly, grabbing your hand to make sure you’re listening.

🌀 they stumble closer, eyes half-lidded and voice soft, saying, “you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel like this.” their fingers graze your arm, like they need the contact to stay grounded.

🌀 leaning in a little too close, they confess with a shaky laugh, “i don’t want you to ever be with anyone else.” the words come out rushed, like they’ve been bottled up for far too long.

🌀 slurring slightly, they admit, “i thought i could get over you.” there’s a hint of sadness in their gaze as they meet your eyes, like they’re realizing the truth for the first time.

🌀 as they’re drifting off on the couch, they grab your hand and mumble, “promise me you’ll stay.” their grip tightens slightly, like they’re afraid you’ll let go if they don’t hold on.

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Falling Out of Bed and Into Love - Chapter 2

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: fluff

Gibbs could hardly believe what he saw when he entered your room.

You were lying on the floor next to the bed! The blanket was partly on top of you and partly wrapped around you. But the strangest thing was that you were still fast asleep.

He shook his head in disbelief and amusement.

"She fell out of bed!" he thought and laughed softly. He didn't want to wake you, but he really couldn't stop himself from laughing.

He struggled to regain control, and when he finally managed, he walked over to you and knelt down beside you.

Then he carefully examined you for any injuries as far as he could. Your body seemed unharmed, as you were still sound asleep and not crying out loud as he gently touched you. Finally, he examined your head, and much to his relief, you were unharmed there too. Aside from a few bruises, you had nothing to fear.

Jethro had only seen the uncovered parts of you so far. But he couldn't help but lift the edge of your blanket a little and take a very brief, reprehensible look at your body. And that fleeting moment was both a blessing and a curse.

His question was answered. You were sleeping in a T-shirt and panties, and he had never seen anything sexier than you in that moment. With a low, pained groan, he closed his eyes and covered you again.

If you found out he'd looked under the covers, you'd kill him. But this sight is burned into his brain and will surely haunt him in every one of his future dreams.

He gently picked you up in his arms, laid you back on the bed, and covered you up. "God, you feel so good in my arms," Gibbs whispered as he stood beside your bed, looking at you.

He fought with himself not to climb into bed with you and hold you all night. But what would you say? He sighed. It was no use. He took one last look at you and then went back to his room.

But sleep was out of the question, because he couldn't forget the feeling of you in his arms.

"You HAVE to sleep," he told himself, turned off the light, and hoped to fall asleep quickly.

It took a while before he fell into a restless sleep, but then he was awakened by a muffled noise. "Bang!" It went, and Jethro was instantly wide awake.

Judging by the noise, you had fallen out of bed again. So he got up, went to your room, opened the door...and sure enough, you were lying on the floor next to the bed again.

He sighed and shook his head: "You're impossible," he whispered.

Then he knelt down next to you again and examined you for injuries, which, to his relief, he didn't find.

Once again he lifted you onto the bed and covered you, and once again he stood next to you and looked at you thoughtfully: "This isn't going to work."

Then he made a decision that said he would take care of you. So he went to the other side of the bed and lay down next to you.

"I wonder what you'll say when you see me lying next to you tomorrow morning?" he asked you quietly, but of course he didn't get an answer. But he hadn't expected one, since you hadn't heard his question and he was just thinking out loud.

Gibbs lay down facing you so that you would be the last thing he saw before falling asleep. Of course, he took the opportunity to finally get a good look at you in peace. And he liked what he saw just as much as he liked your personality.

After some time, he finally fell asleep. But he wasn't granted more than a few minutes of sleep, because a short time later, he suddenly felt a blow to his chest and was awakened again. "What the hell..." he cried, instinctively lunging to defend himself, but at the last second, he realized he wasn't being attacked.

Well, that wasn't entirely accurate, because he had indeed been hit. But it wasn't an attack in the true sense of the word, because you had turned over toward him in your sleep, stretched out, and inadvertently slapped him with your hand.

Additionally, your shirt had slipped up over your breasts from the tossing and turning, so he could now admire them in all their glory. "Wow," he exclaimed quietly. He stared at the shapely globes, mesmerized, and could hardly tear his eyes away.

But it wasn't right for him to look at you like that if you weren't aware of it. So he quickly covered you up again. But he knew he'd never be able to forget that sight.

But Gibbs didn't have time to think about it any longer, because the next moment you turned away again and came dangerously close to the edge of the bed. You almost fell out of bed again, but he was able to catch you just in time.

He'd never experienced such a restless sleep before. You tossed and turned so much that you either fell out of bed or you beat your bedmate (him) up.

Gibbs was slowly getting frustrated because he really wanted to get some sleep, but that wasn't possible. But then he had an idea.

He put his arm around your waist and pulled you close. At first, you resisted a little, but then you calmed down. It felt so good to hold you tightly against his body in his arms, so he quickly fell asleep.

And you, too, were finally able to sleep peacefully and calmly. You didn't know why, but you suddenly felt very safe and protected, which brought a smile to your face as you slept.

(To be continued in Chapter 3.)

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