#jethro gibbs x plus sized! reader

[passionwillow]

“Hmm, is that a threat or a promise?” With Gibbs 🤭

"Want something to drink?"

Gibbs' voice was soft and soothing as he walked across his basement to you, dumping out the glass jar of nuts and bolts and grabbing the whiskey from his shelf.

You smiled in amusement and nodded, sitting on the sawhorse against the bench and watching him. "Long day?"

"Not too bad, no. Just missed you."

He said things like that so casually and sweet, it made your heart jump as you watched him. His blue eyes were kind as he handed you the cup, smiling and leaning against the bench beside you, towering over you even more.

"I missed you too. But I'm still mad at you," you said with an innocent smile, sipping the alcohol and gazing up into his eyes as you tried to fight a smile.

"I told you, I didn't mean to get shot. What, you think I went into the diner looking for a day off?" He raised his brows as he looked down at you, fighting his own smile. You weren't actually upset about the incident, though you had been worried. You actually understood him going back to work, it was a distraction. Normalcy.

You just liked teasing him.

"No, of course you didn't. But you scared the hell out of me, and then went right back to work," you scolded teasingly, gently smacking his side. His answering grin made your heart stop and he set down his own mug of whiskey, leaning over you and grabbing the bench behind you.

"You gonna do something about it?" He asked, tone low and soft as his blue eyes studied you. "Maybe," you tried to answer, voice faltering as you eyed his lips.

"Hmm.. That a threat? Or a promise?" His head tilted as he spoke to you, amusement and affection in his eyes. You grinned and reached out, fingers hooking in his belt loop as you tugged him closer.

"A promise."

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Rare Jewel - NCIS Reader Insert

Pairing: Gibbs x plus-size reader

Warning: language

Word count: 1673

Requested by: @soggy-enchilada​

“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 FUCK and Gibbs is like hot damn. You get where I’m going?”

A/N: Alright, trustno1 is the reader’s chat URL, just for clarification (its a nod at something, send me an ask if you can figure it out! ;) ). I made up the gala name for this fic, at least to my knowledge, too. I sincerely hope this is what you were looking for @soggy-enchilada​. I haven’t ever written a plus-size reader POV, and I truly hope this is what you wanted. I loved this idea BTW!!  Anyways, here it is!

You had been staring at Gibbs, who unaware, had been conversing with Director Vance in the hallway of the upper level of the NCIS offices for the last fifteen minutes. The conversation wasn’t what had caught your attention. Rather it was the tall, silver-haired fox of a man that you had been watching. And this intense staring hadn’t gone unnoticed by your team members, or at least by DiNozzo.

He creeps up to your desk the first chance he has, an all-knowing “I know what you’re doing” falling from his lips. You, of course, vehemently deny anything, a little too quickly with an “I don’t know what you are talking about DiNozzo.” This causes him to let out a bark of a laugh. “Sure you don’t sweetcheeks. And I bet that Director Vance will love to know that you’ve been staring at him for the last fifteen minutes. In fact, why don’t I go tell him for you now.” He turns from your desk, heading towards the steps to the second floor.

You let out a frustrated hiss, which momentarily drew the attention of McGee. “DiNozzo, get back here.” He laughs loudly, grabbing McGee’s attention once more, as he turns and saunters back to your desk. “You’ve got it bad. And good ole Jethro doesn’t even know.” Despite your current situation, you had to let out a small laugh at his use of Gibbs’ first name. You know he would never call Gibbs that to his face.

Gibbs was still completely in the dark about the way you felt about him, which wasn’t like him. Gibbs, usually, was rather intuitive, yet despite the many obvious tells you had revealed in the past two years, some accidentally and some on purpose, he still thought you felt no more for him than a coworker.

“At least I know what I want.” You say in response, giving his a teasing reminder that he still hadn’t found ‘the one’, or at least focused on one woman in a long time. He waves a hand at you as if to distract you from the topic. “Okay, yeah. But at least I’m not drooling over our boss.” You make a face in response. “You’re wrong.” It’s the best you can come up with, and you know DiNozzo is going make fun of you for it.

“You’re wrong? Is that all you’ve got? You’re worse than Probie. At least he can come up with comebacks better than that.” He responds in jest, opening his mouth to say more but a voice stops him.

“DiNozzo, knock that shit off and get back to work.” Gibbs’ voice is as cold and unyielding as steel as he makes his way back to the bullpen. His voice startles you, making you hope he didn’t hear any of what the two of you were talking about. DiNozzo made a face at you as he backs away from your desk.

“The Military Officers Hall of Fame and Awards Gala is this Friday night and Director Vance has agreed on an undercover operation. Y/L/N and I will be attending as a couple, while DiNozzo will be going as a member of the waitstaff and McGee will be running interference in one of the surveillance vans.” He says, his voice leaving no room for argument. You nodded, nervousness already consuming you at the thought of having to find a dress that fits you comfortably. DiNozzo surprisingly doesn’t say anything except a quick “Alright” and McGee answers with a number of questions regarding the statistics of the undercover mission, which Gibbs gruffly answers with as little syllables as possible.

A ding sounding from your desktop computer, grabbing your attention. A notification blinks on your chat app, letting you know you have a new message. You open the app and see it’s from DiNozzo. You roll your eyes dramatically, knowing he is watching you from his desk before opening it.

DiNozzotheGFather68: ooooh, a whole night pretending to be a couple with Gibbs? 😉😉

trustno1: go find yourself a tray DiNozzo! i know you are gonna have to practice to make it believable

DiNozzotheGFather68: oh, bite me! no, actually, why don’t you go bite Gibbs 😉😏😗

trustno1: eww DiNozzo, stop being gross

You shut the chat app after that, not ready to deal with another round of DiNozzo’s relentless teasing. You decide to try and get some of the paperwork finished from the ever-growing stack on your desk to distract you from the growing anxiety filling your chest.  

---- The rest of the day passes uneventfully and soon, you are leaving to go home, dreading the fact that you will have to scrounge through your closet to find something that would be dressy enough for the gala. You highly doubt that you’ll find a dress, which means you’ll have to go shopping, which is something else that you dread.

The ride home is short, shorter than you would have liked today, and before you know it, you are changed into your lounging clothes and staring at your closet, your favorite snack in hand, paired with a much-needed glass of your favorite drink. Opening your closet doors, you heave out a sigh at the task ahead of you. You could already see two potential dresses but you knew that when you pull them off the rack, you’ll change your mind.

After downing your drink, you pull out the first one off and immediately throw it onto your bed. That one would be one of the last ones you would wear. You would sooner go in your rattiest pajamas, in front of Gibbs, than wear that one. The second one wasn’t much better in your opinion but you tried it on anyway, not really wanting to go dress shopping tomorrow. This dress was a black mermaid style dress, with a large taffeta bottom and lace sleeves. The tag was still on it and you couldn’t even recall where you had gotten it from in the first place.

Upon first glance you feel rather confident in the dress, but the more you stare at your reflection, all you can see are the flaws in the dress. It was a bit tight across the chest and the mermaid style made it almost impossible to move, not to mention that you had no spot to put your standard issue handgun. It didn’t take you long to shed the dress and turn to the second one, a deep red velvet bodycon style dress with spaghetti straps and a flare along the bottom.

You reluctantly pull it off the hanger, and wiggle into it. Dread settles on your shoulders as you turn to look in the body length mirror. That dread quickly flies from your shoulders though, replaced with a feeling of astonishment and surprise. Not only did the dress fit, you hadn’t thought it would since it had been sitting in your closet for months, but it fit well. It hugged your thick curves and made your chest, and your butt as well, look far more pronounced, which you liked.

“Damn”, you murmur as you continue to look at your reflection. “I look like a badass bitch in this dress.” You were starting to feel excited about the prospect of spending the evening being Gibbs’ date, especially now that you looked so good.

----

Two days later, and you find yourself getting ready for the prestigious gala. You had your hair up in a fancy updo, the loose tendrils hanging around your face were casually curled. You had on your favorite diamond pendant and were wearing your sexiest black heels. You had just finished touching up your makeup when you saw the time.

“Shit.” You exclaim, grabbing your gun and shoving it into your thigh holster, which you barely managed to cover with the edge of your dress, and your shiny, almost maroon colored, clutch. You quickly, or as quickly as you can dressed as you are, get into your crappy little car and floored it to the event’s location. The engine sputters a few times in protest at the speed along the way, but you make it to the large establishment only five minutes later than when you were supposed to be.

You enter the nearly empty lobby, scanning it for the tall, muscled figure of Gibbs. You don’t see him and decide, after sucking in a deep, fortifying breath, you pull open the ballroom doors. His eyes found yours immediately, widening at the sight of you. You maintain eye contact with him as you make your way through the crowded room, past dancing couples and stately individuals.

When you reach him, he lets out a slow uncharacteristic whistle. He smiles at you, offering you a hand. You take it and he suavely spins you before pulling you close. “You, agent Y/L/N, look beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking.” He places a hand on your lower back, leading you to the dance floor. A slow, classic number starts just as the two of you reach the dance floor. He pulls you into an embrace, moving you into a slow two-step.

You rest your head on his shoulder, caught up in the act of pretending to be a couple with Gibbs. I like him, a lot. “Who?” Gibbs' voice startled you out of your daydreaming. “Hmm?”

“You said you like him? Who?” You quickly realize upon hearing his words that you had said those four words out loud.

“Him, you.” You say before you even know what you’re saying. “I like you. A lot.” He slowly breaks out in a smile. “Took you long enough.” He says simply.

“Wait what?” You ask quietly. “You knew?”

“I’ve known for a while. I just wanted to hear you say it.” He said, brushing a tendril of your hair away from your face. “And I like you too.”

Your heart thumps widely in your chest. All you could think about was what life would be like if the man holding you was yours . What a truly wonderful life it would be and you felt that you were finally on the way to this life.

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NCIS - Gibbs: Perfect is Boring

Title: Perfect is Boring Word Count: 1183 Fandom: NCIS Pairing: Gibbs x Reader Rating: Teen Gif: Not Mine Requested: @anycsirp Prompt: I love your stories SM Can I maybe get a Gibbs x reader And like the reader is super insecure bc she is plus sized and wears glasses so she doesn't think gibbs would go for her bc of that

You’re filing the last of the reports from Director Vance when the phone begins to ring. You answer, knowing it’s another body, another case… You look at the screen and see it’s Team Gibbs that’s up and so you make the call, informing him of said dead body.  He only allows one ring before a gruff, “Gibbs,” echoes in your ear. You relay the information and address to him. He doesn’t bother thanking you, just hangs up.  When you’d first started making those calls, you’d thought Special Agent Gibbs didn’t like you much, despite not knowing you, and that was the reason he ended your calls so abruptly. Four years later… and you know better; you’re not special, he does that to everyone. You’re not part of Team Gibbs, as the team is called, when they aren’t around, and you’re equal parts relieved and sad about it. Sad, because you could be learning from the best team the agency has, and relieved because of the crazy crush you have on Special Agent Jethro Gibbs.  Not that he would fall for someone who looks like you,” your treacherous brain whispers.

When you initially got the job, you weren’t looking to quit the FBI but Leon Vance had asked for you specifically. You’d declined the offer, but he came back with a better one, informing you he wanted you in his agency, whatever your terms. If there as one thing you had learnt from your grandmother, it was to make yourself indispensable. You’d started small, doing menial tasks that others didn’t want to and you did it with pride. You were happy. The one downside of having a desk job though was that you weren’t as active as you wanted to be, and it was becoming more of an issue for you. You’d just been for your last physical and by the doctor’s standards, you were all good to go. You’d passed every test with flying colors.  Lost in your own thoughts, you don’t notice when Director Vance steps into your office. You look up when he clears his throat and you ask what he needs. You note his expression, it doesn’t look good.  “(Y/N), Gibbs is a team member down. I need you to fill in the gap for this case,” he tells you.  You do as he says. There’s no time for a welcome party. No; Gibbs barks out orders and the rest of the team follow up on it. You learn first-hand what it’s like to be a part of the team. It’s refreshing to be around people who like you for who you are, who are accepting of you, no matter what you look like. When the case is finally solved a day and a half later, and the missing team member returns, you gather your stuff to go back to your office. It’s while you’re walking up the staircase you hear two agents snickering and making hurtful comments about you. You pretend you don’t hear. Besides, it’s not like they’re new insults, just over used. You don’t see Special Agent Gibbs tracking your progress up the staircase.  Two hours later Bishop comes by to invite you out for celebratory drinks. You decline the offer. She frowns at this, though she doesn’t protest your decision, just accepts it and leaves. A few minutes later DiNozzo comes up to you, with the same invite, only this time you cannot decline. He doesn’t accept, and you know how persistent DiNozzo can be, so you agree to go, for an hour at the most.  You meet the team at the bar, and you’re surprised to see Gibbs there as well. From what you’ve heard, the man doesn’t do social events, so this must be special. Bishop waves you over and you walk toward them, greeting them as you near. Gibb’s gaze hasn’t left yours and you’re almost sure he can feel the nervous energy radiating off you.  “What can I get you?” the server asks you after handing you a menu. The rest of the team have clearly been here for a while, their drinks half way through. You browse the drinks menu, not being a fan of any type of cocktails, you’re not sure what to get. You finally decide to go with, just a coffee. The waitress jots it down and walks over to where Gibbs is seated. “And what can I get you?” she asks him. You watch as he looks at her. She’s attractive, no doubt. She’s tall, redheaded and looks as though she could be a front page magazine model. You look away, already knowing you shouldn’t have come. You’re never going to be a magazine model, no one’s interested in your intelligence, no, what they see is looks and God decided to be an asshole in that category when it came to giving you looks.  You’re barely a size ten, but that’s not good enough anymore, and to add to that, you have to wear glasses because you spend the majority of your day looking at a computer screen. No, you’re definitely not in line for Victoria’s Secret Angel gig. “I’m good,” Gibbs says, but can you get another bourbon on the rocks, for the lady,” he says.  She returns with the drink and you take a sip, savoring the taste. This is some good stuff. The conversation flows and the drinks keep coming, though you and Gibbs refrain. Gibbs was anything but a functional mute, and he has vast knowledge on a range of topics. You’re surprised at the amount of words coming out of his mouth. You also don’t miss the look of interest the rest of the team throws you and Gibbs, but you say nothing about it. You wait all of ten minutes after you finish your drink before leaning slightly into Gibb’s personal space, but not enough to get anyone else’s attention.  “I’m done for tonight, and I’m going home, but I’m not telling the rest of them, because they’ll never let me leave before eleven” you tell say. You greet him goodnight and walk out the restaurant. He meets your outside three minutes later, catching you off guard. He wants to ask you something, you can see it, but he doesn’t know how to, so you prod him.  “Something you want to say, Gibbs”? “Same time, next week?” he asks you and it takes a minute for your brain to process.  “Different venue though,” he continues when you don’t decline.  He waits for your response. “Gibbs I don’t…” you start to say, but he cuts you off.  “(Y/N), I’m not interested in dating the perfect woman. They’re boring!” he tells you.  “And I’m not?” you ask. "Also, you can get any woman you want, why ask me? “Not by a long shot, and I don't care about looks, they fade. I like what's up here, he replies before he taps a finger to your forehead and places a kiss on the corner of your mouth.  “Same time next week, different venue though?” he asks you.  And you reply with a resounding yes.

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[passionwillow]

Soft!Gibbs who finally went back to sleeping in his bed after all those years, but only with you. He won’t sleep there alone.

Soft!Gibbs who wakes up before you, just to roll over and spoon you. Arms snug around your waist, face buried in your neck.

Soft!Gibbs who refuses to let you up. You squirm and laugh, telling him you need to throw the laundry in and start cleaning. But he just squishes you closer, smile pressed to your shoulder as his leg tangles with yours.

Soft!Gibbs who loves to kiss you. Your neck, your cheek, stopping your words in their tracks as he kisses your lips.

Soft!Gibbs who loves to play with your hair and smiles at you so soft and adoring.

Soft!Gibbs who eventually lets you get up when he gets hungry enough, making breakfast for you and tugging you into his lap to eat.

[passionwillow]

I just know Gibbs would do this, Ghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperately.

UGH this has me feeling all types of ways.

Gibbs flipped the switch in the elevator on the way down to autopsy, the lights going dim and the cart rattling to a stop.

You looked up at him in surprise, blushing as you found him standing in your space. You’d kept your relationship with Gibbs off the radar. Even DiNozzo, who made it his business to find out everything, hadn’t caught on.

So these moments, the ones after work or hidden away during shift, was your time with him. Working in the lab certainly helped.

His lips curled into a smile as he hovered over you, leaning in slowly until his lips were mere centimeters from yours.

The anticipation sent a shiver down your spine, your skin lit with electricity as you waited. Waited for his lips to finally touch.

But they didn’t. He grinned and let his nose bump yours as he whispered. “You look beautiful today.”

He stood straight and pulled back like nothing happened, hand reaching to flip the switch on the elevator. But a soft whine left your lips before you could stop it and you grabbed his jacket, tugging him back to you.

He laughed and took a hold of your hips to steady you, molding his lips with yours as he leaned back against the wall.

Your lips moved with his in a familiar way, like he was home. His teeth grazed your lower lip ever so slightly, a smile curling his lips again as you responded, opening up to him.

He moved a hand to your cheek and let his tongue graze yours, the ding of the elevator doors opening startling you both.

The realization that he had bumped the switch came as Ducky stared at you both, a bright grin taking over his face.

“Well, don’t let me interrupt, now.”

[passionwillow]

Okay okay how about a make out session with Gibbs and you start grinding on him so he puts his hands on your waist to help guide you

😩😩😩😩 I am SCREAMING this man talks and guides you through it and you can’t convince me otherwise.

18+ Smut below!!!

Make out sessions with Gibbs are always an unhurried and sensual thing. Lips moving slow and steady together, bodies pressed together like you’re matching puzzle pieces.

He loves the weight of you on top of him, it’s a comfort. Straddling his waist, hands in his silver locks as his arms slip around your middle. His hands slipping under your (his) hoodie, gliding up and down your back.

It isn’t until both your lips are swollen from bites and your breathing is labored things start to heat up. His hands moving to your ass, squeezing and kneading as you start to kiss his neck, marking him with licks and bites as his lets out the most delicious groans.

He’s hard beneath you, practically throbbing, and you push down ever so slightly. The friction makes you gasp, and his hands tighten in your hips. Guiding you.

Slow rolls of your hips, his hands guiding you back and forth along his cock as you both pant and moan. His low, growled words, praising you and encouraging you to keep going.

You’re soaked and desperate, clinging to his shoulders and begging him for more. And he’s smiling against your neck, biting at your pulse and teasing you relentlessly like he isn’t aching beneath you.

It seems like forever before he flips you over like you’re weightless, pinning you to the couch and tearing your clothes off.

[passionwillow]

The team talks about how they lost their virginity and then when it gets to the reader she tries to nervously change the subject while Gibbs is watching silently from the stair railing observing

First Times

Smut! 18+, age gap

Tags: @ilovemark1951

- It wasn’t a secret Tony was open about his-.. Sex life.

- How the hell the conversation started, you couldn’t be sure. But Tony, Ziva and McGee were all talking about their “first times”.

- Tony was the most open and excited to discuss it, reliving his youth and giving all the details.

- Ziva was more than happy to tease him and talk about her own experience; McGee was a little more shy but happy to prove Tony wrong about his virginity status.

- But when Tony asked you about your first time, you panicked. You were the only one of your friends who was a virgin.

- It wasn’t for lack of trying, it was lack of interest. No one had shown much desire to take you to bed, and the little you tried ended in failure.

- You tried your best to pull everyone’s attention back to work, pulling out the information you dug up in the lab with Abby about the most recent case.

- No one was aware of Gibbs standing on the stairs above everyone, his eyes curious as they followed you. He’d heard the entire conversation, and was more than surprised by your reaction.

- Gibbs’s Rule #12 - Never date a coworker.

- Which was why he never pursued you. You were much younger and, in his opinion, out of his league. He found you gorgeous, smart, funny, and absolutely fascinating.

- The fact you were a virgin was surprising, to put it mildly. He would have thought men were throwing themselves at you. Regardless, he wanted to change that. Workplace rules be damned.

- Which was how you ended up here: Gibbs in your apartment, his lips locked to yours as his hands cupped your cheeks, pressing you back into the nearest wall.

- He’d come over on a whim, on the off chance you’d be willing to let him take you. And you were oh so willing.

- He took his time guiding you upstairs, eyes studying your every move as he undressed you. His hands caressed and admired your curves, teased your breasts and nipples before laying you down.

- He didn’t bother taking off his clothes, not until you were naked and practically begging.

- His let his mouth explore every possible inch of skin: licking and sucking at your breasts, biting and nibbling at your flesh before kissing down your soft tummy, practically drooling as he finally slid between your thighs.

- Your skin felt like it was on fire from all the attention. Your cheeks were hot, your toes were curled in bliss, and the sheets beneath you were snagged on your nails.

- He kept sweet talking you and coaxing you through it, asking if you were comfortable and okay before committing sins between your thighs.

- When he finally undressed and eased himself into you, it felt like the world was cracking open beneath you.

- He took his time with you, praising and showering you with kisses and affection as he took you bit by bit. He knew exactly how to please you, how to coax out climax after climax until you were shaking and falling apart.

- Part of you wondered if he’d leave after. Take what he’d been dreaming of and then disappear, but he didn’t. He cleaned you off, crawled right under the covers and pulled you to his chest.

[passionwillow]

Don’t You Leave Me

Hi guys! Back with more smutty stuff. You’re injured on the job and Gibbs just about loses his mind. Smut and age gap and angst! 18 NOT PROOF READ

I skipped over my usual detailed smut writing and went for something more- romantic? Idk.

“Where the hell is she?”

Gibbs’ voice rang out around the room, bringing everyone to attention. DiNozzo and Ziva shared a brief look, bodies stiff as Gibbs approached.

McGee stood and swallowed hard, voice trembling but firm as he spoke to the angry man in front of him. “She’s in autopsy with Ducky. Not- not in that way, sir, she’s alive, of course. But he’s checking her over and patching her up.”

DiNozzo and Ziva winced at the hard look Gibbs gave McGee before storming off towards the elevators, steps eerily silent as he made his way through the room.

"Nice, McGee," Tony started to jab, but the smack to his head from Ziva made him fall quiet.

Gibbs was furious with himself for even letting you out into the field. You were Abby's assistant, a job the dark haired girl initially didn't find necessary. But your humor was just like hers, and the caffeine addiction you shared made you two a comical duo. She soon came to love your presence.

You'd gone out with Ducky to help him while Palmer was sick, a simple task that should have taken an hour or so. But the suspect ended up still being in the house, and he'd gone after you in a panic. Trying to take you hostage, simply losing his mind because he was caught, that was for an interrogator to figure out.

You weren't sure how many kicks you'd taken to the ribs, or how exactly your face had gotten cut up. But Ducky was doing a fine job cleaning and bandaging them.

The older medical examiner was filing the silence with talk about some woman's body he'd examined years ago when the sliding doors to autopsy hissed open. Your eyes found blue ones filled with anger and guilt and panic. Ducky was quick to move out of the way and give you space with Gibbs.

His hands came up and cupped your cheeks, eyes studying the cuts and bruises on your skin. "Are you okay?" His voice was low and shaky, his thumb brushing over one of the bandages.

"Gibbs, I'm fine," you promised, gently grabbing is wrist and squeezing. "I'm just sore. I'll be alright." His eyes stayed glued to yours, as if he was looking for a flicker of deceit in your eyes. He eventually pulled away and looked at Ducky, the older man distracting himself with the equipment on a nearby table.

"Yes, Jethro, she will be just fine. Nothing rest and sleep and some Tylenol can't fix," he said with a wave of his hand. He didn't need to look up to know what the silver haired boss was asking with his eyes.

Gibbs cracked a faint smile and looked back to you, holding his hand out to you and helping you off the table. "You aren't staying alone tonight,” he stated, his tone leaving little room for argument.

You knew better than to tell him you didn’t need a babysitter, but there was a part of you that wanted the company. The adrenaline had worn off and you knew he could feel your hands trembling.

He led you to the elevator and stood quietly beside you, waiting for the jostling and humming motors before flipping the switch. The lights dimmed, the humming of the elevator stopped, and Gibbs was facing you.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

You looked up into his blue eyes, frozen in place by the concern and fear there. You swallowed against the lump in your throat before shaking your head, the trembling in your hands moving through the rest of your body.

“I didn’t-.. I’m not prepared for stuff like that. I don’t-..” you trailed off as Gibbs pulled you to his chest, one hand on your back and the other holding your head, cradling you as he spoke.

“He never should have been there. The area was cleared by the police and they missed the bastard. I’m sorry, I never should have put you in that situation.” He mumbled quietly into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple before pulling back, hand still in your back as he flipped the switch and sent the car moving.

Your heart was still racing with anxiety and adrenaline as he took you back home, the car ride silent and riddled with a tension you couldn’t pinpoint. He took your bags without a word, carrying them inside once you arrived before locking the door.

Your relationship with Gibbs had been nothing but tension when you started. The good kind. He refused to act on his feelings and you didn’t have the nerve to make the first move. So the three years together had been a balance of subtle flirting and catching one another gazing at the other.

But now he was in your house, taking his coat off and hanging it up as if he’d been here before. You watching him untie his boots and set them aside, your body starting to ache with the bruises and cuts as he made his way over to you.

He always stood so damn close to, practically pressed to you. The heat from his body felt so inviting, and you didn’t think before placing a hand on his chest, grabbing his shirt.

‘I thought I was going to lose you out there,” he spoke quiet and soft, hands going to your waist and pulling you closer, head dipping down to rest against yours.

“I had no idea what was happening, I just heard the yelling and crashes from the house, and..” he trailed off as his nose brushed yours, eyes closed as he breathed you in.

You didn’t hesitate before hugging him, arms like a vice around his neck as he clung to you, head on your shoulder. Your ribs protested at his grip but you didn’t care.

It took only a moment before you gave in to one another, lips meeting in a heated kiss as he held you snug to his body. You stumbled with him to the bedroom, clothes in a trail as he undressed you and you him.

His body was familiar and soothing as he laid over you. Lips ghosting over your cuts and bruises, hands soothing your aches and pains as he devoured you like a man starved.

When he entered you it felt like the Earth was shaking. He groaned and panted in your ear, limbs tangled as he drowned his worries and fears with you. The feel of you around him, the scent and taste of your skin.

Your body arched and moved in perfect synchronicity with his, your pain and anxiety disappearing as he pulled you back to reality, his fingers ghosting and tracing your skin as you tumbled over the edge together.

He got up before you could gather your breath, cleaning the mess between your legs and checking your injuries before laying back down, arms around you in a protective vice.

“Don’t you ever leave me, darling,” he whispered in your ear. You smiled and kissed his shoulder, legs tangled as you whispered.

“Never.”

[passionwillow]

Gibbs Talking You Through It Includes…

Smut below!! 18+, age gap

Tags: @ilovemark1951

- “That’s my girl.” He purrs softly in your ear as he undresses you, hands caressing and roaming over you. He admires every curve as it’s exposed, praises and compliments falling from his lips.

- “Good girl.” He praises as you lay down on the bed for him, eyes never leaving yours as he undresses. He crawls back over you and presses his lips to yours, mouth soft but firm against yours.

- “Spread your legs for me, darling, that’s it.” His hands guide your legs apart so he can settle between them, kisses peppered on your inner thighs before his tongue glides through your folds. He’s devouring you like a man starved.

- “Don’t get all shy on me now, princess. Let me hear you.” He watches your face from between your thighs, two fingers deep inside you as his thumb rubs your sensitive bud. His fingers are teasing and stroking your g-spot, pressing harder and harder as he draws the first orgasm from you.

- “That’s it, baby, you can take it. We’re almost there, little more.” His voice and low and gruff above you as he eases his cock inside. Your walls are giving way around him as he thrusts in slow and steady, licking his fingers and slicking the base of his cock as he stretches you.

- “Don’t run away, sweetheart, you wanted this. It’ll fit, I promise.” He coos soft and soothing as your walls clench and flutter around his cock, your breathing ragged. He’s stretched and filled you so deep, his cock kissing your cervix. He’s rubbing your clit and pinching the little nub, the pleasure distracting you as he bottoms out inside you. He’s kissing your face and praising you for doing so well as his hips sit flush against yours.

- “You sound so pretty taking my cock. Those cute little moans.. Louder.” He’s thrusting deep and slow, letting you feel every inch as he bottoms out each time. Your face contorted in pleasure, legs spread wide so he can see his cock inside you, hands holding your thighs.. He’s in heaven.

- “That’s my baby, cum. Cum for me, let me see it.” He keeps the same hard pace as you cry out for release, skin smacking as he brings you to the edge and helps you over, watching the mess you make on his cock and the sheets.

- “You can give me one more, baby. I know you can.” He still hasn’t cum even after drawing two more orgasms from you. His fingers are covered in your juices, his cock and soaked, and he’s grinning like a kid as he brings you to the brink one more.

[passionwillow]

Protective/Possessive Gibbs Includes..

Mentions of smut! 18+, age gap

- Gibbs doesn’t show it when he’s feeling jealous. He’s great at hiding his emotions, honing that trait to perfection after all these years.

- It isn’t until you’re alone with him he goes a little.. feral.

- A man flirting with you, getting too close and too personal, he can handle. He knows he can trust you. He’s long since gotten over the fear and insecurities of an age gap relationship.

- He’s actually amused with the disgusted look you give the men. How you walk off with a wave of your hand and come right back to him.

- But it boils his blood because what the fuck? Having the nerve to approach you, flirt and make suggestive remarks.

- That’s usually how you end up trapped beneath him in bed, his hips snapping into yours as he holds your throat. His nose brushing yours as he praises you and reminds you you’re his.

- He won’t let up until you’re practically screaming his name (much to his pleasure) and he’s made you cum at least twice (it always ends up being much more).

- And god help the person you tries to hurt you. Anyone who puts a hand on you no longer has a hand. Or a beating heart.

- He will always put himself between you and whatever danger is ahead. He’s a human shield when it comes to you.

- Someone you were questioning made the mistake of laying a hand on you. When Gibbs came back with specks of blood on his shirt and a serene smile on his face, you knew.

- If you ever get hurt he’s laying out the person who did it and cleaning up your cuts and bruises himself.

[passionwillow]

Soft Gibbs Includes…

Mentions of smut!! Age gap, 18+

- Constant touches. A hand on your back, hand slipping into yours. His fingers linking with yours, or briefly stroking your hair. He’s always touching you in someway, and he couldn’t care less who’s around to see it.

- Lingering glances that have you blushing and smiling. His eyes glued to your face, head cocked as that trademark smirk curls the corners of his mouth. His eyes twinkling with love and affection.

- Always bringing you coffee and food. Making sure you’re fed, hydrated, and checking up to make sure you’ve slept.

- Listening to anything and everything you have to say. How your day went, what you and your friends did, if something is upsetting or bothering you.

- The best person to comfort you in a hard time. If you need to talk, he’s there. If you just need someone to hug you and tell you things will be okay, he will.

- Will run a hot shower or bath for you if you’ve had a long day. Bubbles in the tub, candles and a glass of wine (if you drink). If you want him to join, by all means he will.

- LOVEMAKING KING. Bodies pressed together, kisses all over your face as he thrusts so slow and deep, praising you and telling you how gorgeous you are.

- Will cuddle you forever. Hand stroking your cheek and hair as he lets you sleep, holding you close and staying up for bit to make sure you’re comfortable and settled.

- Playful little ass smacks. He’s an ass man (I’ll die on this hill) and he loves giving you a soft spank as he passes by. You yelling at him for it as you’re smiling always makes him chuckle.

- Being younger than him by a decent amount made him nervous at first. But once committed and comfortable, he loves listening to you talk about the “hip” and “new” things like movies and music and books and slang.

[passionwillow]

Making love with Gibbs on the living room floor at 3 am. There’s a fire crackling, you’re curled up together with a blanket thrown over your lower halves.

Your bare chest is pressed to his side as you snuggle with him, both of you sleepy and drowsy and talking about utter nonsense.

But DiNozzo and Ziva burst in, panicked. Neither you nor Gibbs were answering your phone and there’s been a break in the case.

You both look up at the agents in front of you, Ziva smiling to herself as Tony stares in shock. You blush and try to cover yourself more, but Gibbs is looking up at Tony with that usual Gibbs stare.

“Are you going to speak, DiNozzo?”

“Uh- yeah, boss, there’s uhm. We were able to track the phone. We have a location.”

“Okay. So go. Go look into it, I’ll be there shortly.”

Tony glances at you one last time before leaving in a hurry. Ziva follows after giving you and Gibbs one last smile, and the older man chuckles before looking at you, nose brushing yours.

“I think we have time for one more round..”

[passionwillow]

Jethro Gibbs - Smut Headcanons

I really should get some sleep for work tomorrow but I can’t stop thinking about this man. 😩

Warnings: smut, age gap, 18+

- Just because he’s older, doesn’t mean his sex drive has diminished. This man is actually insatiable when it comes to you.

- He can drive you insane just by looking at you. Slowly walking to you and taking up your space, eyes twinkling with that little smile on his face. Leaning in and whispering the dirtiest things in your ear.

- He loves taking his sweet time with you. He’d never object to quickies or harder paced sex, but getting to watch you grow more and more desperate, back arched and toes curling as he teases.. He loves that.

- THE ELEVATOR. He loves stopping the elevator and grabbing you right then and there, pressing you into the wall and taking you right there while the others are waiting and wondering where the hell you two are.

- If you wear his clothes he’s going feral. He adores seeing his hoodies or shirts on you and it’ll stay on as he pressed you to the closest surface.

- You’ve been bent over the boat more times than you can count.

- Loves to overstimulate you. Seeing just how many times he can make you cum until you’re sweating and panting, legs shaking as you finally tap out.

- Tony teases that your sex life with him has to be boring, but when Gibbs makes an off hand comment about handcuffs being used in the bedroom.. Tony is floored. And impressed.

- He loves to restrain you with cuffs. Completely at his mercy so he can do anything he wants.. and the fact you trust him enough to do it.

- He has a dark lil thought about his gun between your legs. The cool metal teasing your clit.. If you hinted that this is something you’d be interested in, he’d go weak at the knees.

- Is an absolute pro at head. You won’t find anyone better. The way his tongue teases your clit, glides between your folds and slips inside.. He’s a cocky shit about it.

[passionwillow]

Gibbs bending reader over the boat in the basement

Smiling giggling kicking my feet

SMUT BELOW 18+, age gap reader.

Seeing you trot down into the basement wearing sweatpants and one of his hoodies sends Gibbs over the edge every time.

You don't try to tease him, at least you claim. But you know what's coming the second you wander over as he's working on the boat.

His blue eyes roam over your body, beautiful to him even obscured by baggy clothing. Your sweet, sleepy smile made his skin break out in goosebumps as you lean into him, eyeing the boat.

"How's it coming along?" you ask, hand running over the wood. He slips his arm around your waist and holds you to his side, eyes still admiring your features. "It's coming.. What're you still doing up?"

"I missed you." You smiled up at him and blushed at the gaze that met you. Blue eyes a shade darker, pupils dilated, hand inching its way under your (his) hoodie. "I missed you, too," he almost whispered, fingers tracing up your spine. He knew just how to touch you to make you squirm, make you arch ever so slightly into him.

His cheeky smirk made you huff and blush, but he silenced any thoughts in your head with a kiss. His lips were soft and slightly chapped as they moved with yours, his hand moving to your cheek as the other slid down into your sweats.

His rough, calloused hand moved under the fabric of your sweats, his breathing suddenly hitched as he roughly grabbed your ass. "No panties, huh?" he purred against your lips. Your answering grin made him chuckle, lips moving to your cheek as he whispered.

"Naughty girl."

He turned you and pressed you into the frame of the boat, mouth gliding along your throat and nipping at the skin. His hands slowly pushed your sweats over your hips and ass as he drank in your soft whines and moans, fingers tracing the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Turn around. Bend over."

His soft but firm tone made you shiver, and you quickly turned and bent over the wooden slats, biting your lip as the cool air brushed your exposed pussy. The sensation was short lived as you felt his fingers brush through your folds, inhaling shakily as his middle finger circled your clit. "Look how wet you already are, and I've barely touched you," he teased.

"Please-.. Jay, please don't tease me.." you begged softly, trying to spread your legs wider. These damn sweats, why didn't he take them off-

"But it's so fun," he purred, finger still relentlessly rubbing your sensitive bud. You could feel yourself growing more and more wet, clinging to the wood underneath you as you squirmed and whined. He collected your juices on his fingers before easing two of them into you, smirking at your soft moans as he stretched you.

How you were always so tight amazed him. He curled his fingers and pushed them as deep as he could, cursing soft as your walls fluttered around his digits. "Atta girl, look at you. So hungry for me, huh?" he cooed, his free hand undoing his jeans and shoving them down enough to free himself.

You started to lift your head and look back at him, hungry to see his cock, but he wasted little time. His cock replaced his fingers inside you, a choked groan leaving your throat as he stretched you. Oh god, you never got used to it.

He squeezed your hip as he buried himself inside you, breathing quick and labored as he slid his other hand under his hoodie and over your back. "Christ, darling, you feel so good," he rasped, his tip practically kissing your cervix.

"Please, baby, I need you. Need you to- please.." you finished weakly, trying your best to grind back into him. He normally would have teased you, told you to use your words, but the way you were soaking him right now.. Your walls clenching and fluttering.. He wasn't going to make it.

He started thrusting slow and deep, deep grunts leaving his throat as you clung to the wood of the boat. The drag of his thick cock inside you, the stretch as he bottomed out in your pretty little pussy.. You were a whimpering, moaning mess.

Gibbs had long gotten over the fact he was quite a bit older than you. The way he could make you squirm and beg, the way you were dripping and soaked before you touched you.. He was quite proud he could make you fall apart.

The way you were falling apart now, as he picked up the pace and fucked you from behind. Watching your generous ass bounce as he worked into you, watching your thighs tremble from the overwhelming pleasure.

Your cries and moans were music to his ears. The way he was practically abusing your cervix, the slap of his balls of your clit.. God, you couldn't get enough. And his voice..

"Such a good girl, you look so pretty right now." "That's my girl, let me hear you." "So wet right now, look at that."

You could feel your wetness sliding down your inner thigh. Gibbs couldn't tear his gaze away from your drenched cunt, the way you were soaking his cock and how well you were fitting him. He gave your left cheek a sharp slap before leaning over your trembling form, admiring the way you moaned at the slap and practically pushed your hips back to him.

"Such a dirty girl, huh?" he growled out, bracing his hand on the boat as his other hand slid around between your legs, rubbing your clit and smirking at the wanton moan that left your pretty lips. "That's it, sweetheart. Cum for me. Cum on my cock." The overstimulation, his voice urging you on.. You clenched around him and fell apart in moments.

He was unrelenting as you came beneath him, thrusting hard and abusing your little bundle of nerves until you were shaking and overstimulated. He pushed deep as he came a moment later, growling and grunting as he filled you. He was thankful everyday you got your IUD.

You were always shocked how quickly he pulled himself together after. He was slipping out and grabbing a clean towel to clean you up before fixing your sweats, tucking himself away and kissing your cheek as you stood up, legs unsteady.

"I hope you don't think we're done yet," he teased with a grin.

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Gibbs calling reader a good girl 🤭

I am screaming internally at work rn 😩

SMUT BELOW 18+ Forensic reader who works with Abby. Ignoring the fact he broke his own rule 12 dating reader lol

He loves calling you his good girl.

Mostly it’s in the bedroom, but sometimes he’ll see the work you’ve done in the lab, going above and beyond, and he’ll smile and kiss your head, murmuring those two words into your hair before walking away.

He knows how much it gets to you, gets under your skin, so he’ll slide those words in on purpose. He loves watching you squirm.

The bedroom is where he really praises you, though. He’s buried between your legs, tongue torturing your clit as you squirm and whine, and he’s praising his good girl for her pretty sounds.

Or when he’s buried inside you, hips moving slow and steady as he presses into you, lips marking your neck as he calls you his good girl.

OR when his fingers are deep inside you, curling and nudging that sweet spot over and over and you’re clenching around them.

You’re a good girl for him.

God I need help.

[passionwillow]

Reading together with Gibbs

(Crossing my fingers this ever posts why does tumblr hate me)

Snow fell in thick layers outside, coating everything in bright white. The fire cracked and popped in the fireplace, filling the room with warmth.

Gibbs laid with his head in your lap, eyes closed as his lips curled into a faint smile as you read to him. He never usually relaxed this much, spending the time either working cases or finishing his boat. But when he came home from work, he instantly took you to the couch and kicked back.

His muscles loosened further as you played with his hair, combing the gray locks and reading from the Stephen King novel in hand.

“Tough old world, baby. If you're not bolted together tightly, you're gonna shake, rattle, and roll before you turn thirty.”

He hummed at the words and opened his eyes, hand coming up and gently tugging the book from your grasp. You looked down at him and raised your brows, smiling as his eyes twinkled.

“Gimme a kiss.”

You grinned and leaned down, hand cupping his cheek as you pressed your lips to his. The novel was soon forgotten as you both got lost in one another, the present more enticing than the fictional world.