#leroy x reader

[churuiskoi]

Age Gap Relationship with Gibbs Headcanons

Let me start here - I know for a fact that he would get over it eventually.

However, I do think there will be some moments where he shows his vulnerability and his insecurity throughout the early stages of the relationship - especially if you are not on his team or remotely aware of what NCIS does on a day to day basis.

He's lost a lot of people in his life, he's got experience, and he doesn't usually let a lot of people in.

So when he started taking interest in somebody like you, young, full of energy, and is not related to any of his work, he would get scared.

Trust me, he'd be so interested in what you have to offer. Your hobbies, your interest, your job and what it entails. Anything you have to say, he will listen and take interest in.

However, I feel like he would have a thought in the back of his head, "what if y/n finds somebody better?" (little does he know, he's the best person for you.)

He'd never really vocalize it until one day, you find him a bit more melancholy than usual.

He had just had a tiring day at work, and McGee might have mentioned that a lot of relationships with big age gaps are harder to navigate. Of course, unaware of his boss's relationship status.

On the drive back to his place, he'd just been replaying what McGee said in the bullpen, over and over again.

So when you greet him at the door with his hoodie over you, smiling, all he can do is return a weak smile back.

You ask him what's wrong, and all he would say is it's really nothing, but eventually you'd actually sit him down and start questioning - he'd start slowly.

"I don't know, y/n. You have so much more potential, I know that," he'd start. Going on and on about how what if, just what if you find someone in your age range, so much more interesting (and with less probability to get into serious accidents at work) All you do is stare back.

Jesus, you need him to just stop talking, so you just crash your lips into his. The kiss slowly turns passionate, and when you separate reluctantly for air, you say to him, "Is this enough?"

He'd just laugh and nod, and you guys go to bed cuddling. He'd start opening up a little bit more about his feelings.

"You know, you are pretty good at questioning. You interested in joining my team?" Gibbs would jokingly ask.

Slowly falling asleep, you would reply, "I don't think I can work while I have a man I love around."

The last part would drive Gibbs absolutely nuts.

Let's just say he wouldn't get any sleep that night.

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i wanna write for a show like CM or NCIS or even house, where its like the whole show, but rewritten with reader in it, and obvi a romance in it, right from the first szn, i know it would be soooo long tho, do ppl read that kinda stuff?

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[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Alibi

The morning had gone seemingly well, having the day off, you were able to take care of a lot of errands you had been putting off such as pulling all of the weeds from your backyard that managed to weasel their way back in even after drenching them in weed killer.

You were so engrossed with picking them and listening to one of your favorite podcasts, you almost missed hearing the doorbell ringing. Taking the gloves off, you paused your podcast and went inside to answer the door, slightly surprised to see two very professional people standing outside.

"Good evening ma'am. I'm Special Agent DiNozzo with NCIS and this is Agent McGee, mind if we ask you a few questions regarding Karen Moss?"

You shifted your weight nervously, stomach turning at the sound of your friends name.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

They shared a solemn look between the two of each other, telling you everything you needed to know.

"Her body was found this morning a few streets away and based on her call history, you were the last person to speak with her before her death. May we ask where you were last night around 11pm?"

You covered your mouth in shock, not believing that they just told you that your close friend died, let alone was possibly murdered and know were questioning you as if you might be a suspect. You thought back about the time they were referring to and memories of Jethro and you tangled together in your bed sheets popped into your mind. You thought about telling them, not sure if they even worked with Jethro, but decided on giving them the simplified version instead.

"I was here. With my boyfriend.."

"Is he here now to verify your whereabouts?" DiNozzo asked, taking a small peek over you as if he'd catch a glimpse of someone fleeing. Were all NCIS so suspicious?

"No, but I can give you his number. His name is Leroy Gibbs. His number is-

"Wait, sorry. Leroy Gibbs?" Agent DiNozzo interrupted, facial expression disbelieving. "Grey hair, high and tight haircut, broody mysterious Leroy Gibbs?"

You chuckled a little at his choice of words to describe your boyfriend, seeing how well he made an impression on people.

"Well not usually broody around me but yes, I guess you could say that. Why? Do the two of you know him?"

Once again, the two agents shared a look, this time one of confusion and awe.

"Uh, could you just hang on one second," DiNozzo asked. "I'll be right back."

You stood there with Agent McGee who looked like he wanted say something, but didn't as Agent DiNozzo walked a few paces, pulling out his phone and dialing a number.

"So was Kathy murdered? You said her body was found. When I talked with her last night, she said she was on her way to meet up with someone for a blind date," you asked McGee who was focused on the phone call Agent DiNozzo was having.

"Well Abby was able to go through the Lieutenant's phone and her number was the last dialed. We were just following- Uh yes- Well I wasn't sure- Of course boss, I'll tell McGee."

Agent DiNozzo came back over before murmuring to Agent McGee.

"Gibbs wants us to bring her in for protection. I told him you'd explain to him why we questioned his girlfriend without letting him know."

"What do mean, me? You're the one that had Abby look up the phone records."

"Just take one for the team McProbie. He's still mad at me for the whole coffee incident. Plus, you owe me."

You watched the two supposed Federal Agents argue like siblings, neither one of them wanting to be in the line of Jethro's mood and honestly it was kind of funny. Jethro never really talked much about his team but you had only been seeing him for a few months and 9 times out of 10, the two of you weren't doing much talking when you saw each other.

You decided to break up the little tiff the two of them were having in order to save some time.

"Alright, well while the two of you sort all that out, I'm going to change and lock up the house before we leave."

"Sounds good," Agent DiNozzo responded before going back to bickering with his partner.

- - - -

You took another sip from the little paper cup of water Agent David had given you as you waited in the conference room. She wanted to know about you and Jethro but you didn't divulge much information, knowing Jethro liked his personal life kept close and unknown for the most part. It wasn't long before the door opened and your boyfriend walked in along with Agent DiNozzo and David. You decided against giving Jethro a hug or kiss in front of his subordinates, although the both of them looked like they'd love nothing more than to see that happen.

You all sat down at the conference table except Agent DiNozzo who was wound up tighter than a jack in the box.

"Did Kathy give you a description of this blind date she was seeing?" Jethro started the questioning with. You spoke about everything you knew from the phone call you had with Kathy, tearing up towards the end, still not believing your friend was dead.

Jethro reached out to hold your hand and give you a tissue to wipe your eyes with, making his agents stare in interest at the caring gesture.

"It's like I'm in an alternate Gibbs reality," DiNozzo whispered to Agent David.

Jethro shot him a look before speaking. "Why aren't the two of you putting out a BOLO on this guy?"

"On it boss," Agent DiNozzo spoke quickly, leaving the room with Agent David following close behind, shutting the door after them.

"I think you should stay with me just in case until we catch the killer," he offered, standing up.

"Ok," you squeaked, not wanting to do much talking anymore.

"Come ere," he ordered softly, pulling you to your feet and into his arms for a hug. You accepted it eagerly, breathing in his scent, calming you down a bit.

Once you were better, the two of you walked out of the room and into the squad room, not expecting to be stared at by almost everyone there.

"What kind of reputation do you have with the opposite sex to make everyone look at me like the new zoo exhibit?" you asked Jethro, making him chuckle.

"They're just being nosy. Ignore them."

Jethro stopped Agent DiNozzo from asking anymore questions about the two of you as well as pulling you away from a very animated Forensic Scientist that seemed to have had entirely too much caffeine.

Jethro accompanied you back to your house where you packed a bag before driving you to his house, making a drawer available for you in his bedroom.

"I get my own drawer now. Things are really becoming serious, aren't they?" you teased him.

"Hey, I'm not the one who told my agents that I was your boyfriend," he retorted.

"Should I not have?" you asked genuinely worried that you had overstepped a boundary. He pulled you into his arms, staring into your eyes and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I don't mind the title. Just know that they're gonna have a million questions for you now," he stated, referring to his very curious agents. You smiled, giving him a peck on the lips and loving the new stage you both were now in.

"That's alright. I'll be sure to tell them how you love it when I give you back scratches while we cuddle together and watch movies."

Your joking was cut short as his fingers pressed themselves into your ribs, effectively tickling you till the both of you were on the bed, him hovering above you.

"You know, had it not been for you, I wouldn't have had an alibi for last night," you told him, running your fingers through his hair.

"Must of slipped my mind but," he murmured into your skin, kissing your shoulder. "I don't exactly remember how last night went. Maybe you can help jog my terrible memory."

Laughing at his playfulness, you played into it, pulling him in for a passionate kiss, ready to remind him exactly what happened that night.

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Get in the Truck (Jethro Gibbs x reader) [SMUT]

The bullpen was quiet ever since you and Jethro had your big argument while you were out investigating a case and the pair of you wouldn’t talk to each other. Tony and McGee exchanged quiet looks of uncertainty as Gibbs walked in.

You sat now at your desk, fuming. You looked up at him as he passed you.

“You have a problem, (l/n)?” He asked. You hadn’t responded. “Do you have a problem, (y/n)?” You continued to glare at him. “I asked you a question Marine, answer me.”

“No.” You said coldly. His icy blue eyes staring right into yours. Two fiery glares being exchanged in silence.

“(Y/n) what exactly happened out there?” McGee asked.

“Yeah… I’m with McNosy on this one” Tony agreed.

“I said something he didn’t like. I did something he didn’t like.” you respond not looking up from your paperwork. They boys had receded back to their work, leaving you be… you obviously weren’t in the mood. Jethro clenched his jaw.

What felt like hours later, you grew bored of your filing work and grabbed the remaining 20 something files, you dropped them onto his desk. You locked eyes with him as they landed with a deep thud. You decided you would go toe to toe with you boss and boyfriend at the same time.

“Here Jethro. That’s for you” you say and grab your coat. “I’m taking my lunch break” you walked out. It was his turn to fume now. Tony and McGee looked at each other as they argument was waiting to break out. He glared daggers into your back as you stalked to the elevator.

“Boss…” DiNozzo began.

“Shut it.” Gibbs stood up and followed you. “You know (y/n) pretty stupid of you to tell your boss what you were gonna do” he said following you.

“Oh god Gibbs grow up” you reply walking towards your car. “Boss, boyfriend, what are you? You can’t play both roles at once you know”

You turned abruptly to face him.

“Yes I can” he replied. “You crossed the line”

“Oh, I crossed the line, baby? I crossed the line!?” You were now literally inches away from him. You could feel his body heat. “I wasn’t the one that started bringing out personal affairs into it. I wasn’t the one that decided it’d be a good idea to just, I don’t know, casually tell someone that “you’re always so belligerent (y/n) you don’t listen, the only time you’ve ever listened to me is in bed, and you barely do that””

Jethro couldn’t deny it, he was incredibly turned on by you. Your anger made your eyes sparkle, the way your jaw flexed as you glared at him.

“Im sorry I crossed the line (y/n) but you are not allowed to tell me how to do my job when I’m on the field because at work, I’m the boss.” He spoke. “You don’t listen. You don’t immediately do as I tell you, quite frankly, you have gotten belligerent.”

“Then fuck it out of me” you say through gritted teeth. “Fuck the belligerency right out of me”

“Get in the truck.” His eyes darkened. “Now. And (l/n) do not make me ask you again” you walked to the truck, he pushed you against the door and caught you in a heated kiss. Unlocking the door behind you. You undid your coat, and he undid his throwing it into the truck bed as you opened the door.

You got inside and scooted back as he crawled between your legs, closing the door behind you. His mouth reconnected to yours roughly. His hands followed the natural curve of your clothing as you moaned into his mouth. His calloused hands met the waistband of your pants as yours found his belt. You teased his growth as he assaulted your neck. He bucked his hips as he groaned.

“Fuck” you heard the desire in his voice.He made easy work of undoing your pants with an easy few flicks of his wrist. Unzipping his pants, he easily slipped himself out as you let your pants down.

He slid into you, a deep guttural groan leaving him. You moaned into his mouth as he roughly fucked you. Not wasting anytime in relieving himself and chasing to relieve you. The tangled moans that es the two of you would’ve been a symphony to any outside listeners.

Your moans and whimpers raised higher in pitch as he thrusted sloppier and sloppier as his orgasm neared. Hard thrusts earned him a rough bite on his neck.

“Fuck (y/n)” he groaned into your neck as his sporadic thrusts were being to speed up. Your walls clenched around him, causing a grunt to roll off his tongue. You were a whole other story.

You were actively losing your mind. Your composure had slipped, moans and curses slurred together as he fucked. Your own hand has drawn down to your clit to rub the circles you needed to make your body stiffen. Your mouth laid open in pleasure as you orgasmed. Cursing his name as he came simultaneously with you.

“God, (y/n)” he pulled out of you, grabbed a wipe from the pack he kept in the glove compartment. He cleaned you as best as he could before caring for himself. You laid on the truck seat with a dazed smile on your face.

“What gorgeous?” He smirked. As he opened the door and stood up. Looking around as he fixed his pants and boxers, pulling them up.

“Best sex I think I’ve ever had” you reply. You stood close to Gibbs and rearranged yourself . Your two bodies warm. You tuck in his shirt and zip and button his pants. He watched as you did so. You kissed him as you redid his belt.

“I think can top it” he shrugged.

“Hm. Top me tonight after dinner”

“Are you telling me what to do (l/n)? While we’re at work?” He questioned.

“No sir” you respond, teasing him. You giggled as you hugged him. He kissed the top of your head. He let go and the two of you began walking back to the office. Giggling and walking around like a goofball. Dickdrunk and high off serotonin.

“Report to the house by 1900 hours” Gibbs ordered. You smirked as you stood in place.

“Yes sir” you saluted him.

“What marine?”

“Yes sir”

“What time are you to report to the house, marine?”

“1900 hours”

“At ease soldier” the two of you laughed as you locked hands. He kissed your temple. “You’re my good girl” he whispered in your ear as you got in the elevator. You smile.

[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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HIS M.E

Jethro has a little crush on Ducky’s caffeine addicted assistant ME and he’s trying very hard not to let it show.

A/n: I JUST NEED THIS OUT OF MY BRAIN OKAY? All fluff and a little secret feelings! Everyone knows they like each other though, I’m sure they’ve got betting pools for when Jethro is finally going to ask you out; or you ask him.

Gibbs finds you adorable but fights it every time he comes into autopsy. You’re a caffeinated, energizer bunny of a person, but you’re an incredible medical examiner.

You’re the youngest on the team, and you’re cute. He’s not blind and he’s not ignorant to his feelings.

He is, however, not going to act on them.

You’re Ducky’s assistant and you’re whip smart, he likes that the most about you.

How quick you’re able to make connections, how you carry on Ducky’s thoughts and ask just the right question when the investigation gets a little stuck.

Jethro likes you, and he suspects you know it.

“What do you have for me Duck?” He asks as the doors to autopsy open, and finds only you, slurping a Caff-Pow that Abby got you hooked on.

“Oh, Ducky went out.” You say, slipping your hands back into gloves as you start moving over to the body on the table.

“What did you find?” If his voice softens just a fraction that’s no one’s business.

“The victim died from asphyxiation, there’s also gunshot wounds, but based on the way the skin tissue looks, it was all postmortem.” Jethro watches as you point and gesture to the body, voice steady even if you seem a little excited that you’ve got his full attention.

“The killer had to have been someone they knew, because there’s no sign of a struggle on the body. Maybe they were asleep? We’re still waiting for the brain sample results to come in.”

He’s about to walk out when you turn to him.

“I wasn’t finished, Jethro.” You and Ducky are the only ones who call him that now, and he won’t lie it makes his heart speed a little; he definitely ignores that because he’s too old.

Instead, he stops at the door, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling.

“What else, Y/n?” He tries to sound exasperated, but his fondness for you colours his words completely.

You giggle at the realization, and sit on the stool as you continue.

“There’s also this case of enucleation. Ducky and I can’t be sure, but it looks like this was also done postmortem. The question is why. None of the other marines lost their eyes, just this one.”

He sighs, long and hard. It is a weird trait to have on only one of the bodies.

“Maybe this one was the important one. Did Abby get a hit on the identification of the body?”

Just then she calls and you rush over to answer her call.

“Anything Abs?” You ask, leaning into the screen and giving her your full attention.

Gibbs smiles, watching you listen with rapt attention to every side story Abby gives you.

“Abby, the name?” He calls from behind you and you straighten like you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar before dinner.

“Oh hey Gibbs,” he gives her a little nod, coming to stand just beside you. “The victim’s name is Lieutenant Georgia Landon. She wasn’t married, but her friends said that she’d been going on dates with one guy, a Mr. White, no first name.”

You nod, already trying to come to connect dots for the team.

“But there’s got to be at least a few hundred ‘White’s in the country Abs.”

She nods at your words, smiling at how you’ve beaten Gibbs to the punch and he only folds his arms across his chest with the smallest smile ever.

“I know. I’m trying to see if I can get anything by looking into their date spots, but it’s gonna take me a minute.”

Gibbs nods, “Good work Abby.”

“What about me?” You mumble, eyes soft and a little tired behind your glasses. He can’t seem to help himself as he leans close and kisses your cheek.

“Good work.”

As he’s leaving he hears you whisper to her, “Do you think another Caff-Pow now would be too much?”

Gibbs shakes his head, “You need to eat lunch before you have another one, Y/n.”

[crazycurly-77]

Flowers for Mrs. Gibbs

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: pure fluff

Dear @dreamy-state-of-mind, thank you for the wonderful prompt for this story. Enjoy!

Everything seemed normal that day. There was no case to solve, no special incidents and nothing. It was pure routine.

And it was normal for messengers to come and go. But it was unusual, however, for them to bring flowers.

The young man who brought them was apparently practical, because he stood in the middle of the bullpen and called out loudly:

“Flowers for Mrs. Gibbs!!”

His voice faded away and silence spread. In fact, it was dead silent, because everyone had abruptly stopped what they were doing and interrupted their conversations. You would have heard it if a pin had dropped.

Tony confidently walked up to the boy and said: “There must be some confusion. There is only one Mr. Gibbs here.”

But the messenger remained persistent:

“No, no, no. I’ve been instructed to give these flowers to Mrs. Y/N Gibbs.”

At that moment, you and Gibbs came out of the principal's office and wondered why everyone was so quiet.

Obviously it had something to do with Tony and a flower delivery man who were standing in the middle of the desks.

When Tony saw you coming towards him, he said with relief: “Hey boss, Y/N. Nice to see you here.”

Gibbs just looked at him sternly: “DiNozzo. Don't you have anything to do?”

“Uhm, yes, boss,” he replied before looking at you: “But the boy is bringing flowers for you. He just wrote down the wrong name.”

Since you could imagine what the “problem” was, especially after the conversation with the principal, you just smiled at Tony and left it to Jethro to sort it out.

Unlike you, Gibbs didn't bat an eyelid, but just raised both eyebrows and asked interestedly: “So? Which one?” The question was actually superfluous because he knew the answer, but he just had too much fun teasing Tony a little.

"The flowers are for Mrs. Y/N Gibbs, Sir," the boy replied with his head held high and a firm voice, as if he were giving a prize.

"I already told him that it must be a misunderstanding, boss. But he absolutely doesn't want to believe it," Tony hurried to explain.

"Who are the flowers from?" Jethro wanted to know.

"From Mr. Tobias Fornell," the flower man answered.

Against all expectations, Gibbs laughed out loud and you ran your hand over your face. The colleagues had expected a lot, but not that the boss seemed to be very amused by the mix-up.

When he had calmed down enough, he grinned, shook his head and muttered:

"Good old Fornell..."

The messenger was slowly becoming restless, because this had been going on for far too long.

"Sir, I have to move on. Am I in the right place or not?" he wanted to know.

Gibbs smiled at him, pressed a tip into his hand and replied:

"Yes, you're in the right place. Give me the flowers."

"Thank you, Sir. Have a nice day!" the boy called, gave him the bouquet and ran to the elevator.

Tony still couldn't believe how such a gross mix-up could have happened: "We've worked with the FBI so many times and they still can't get it right. They really have no idea if they mix up names so massively."

Gibbs was in his element. He grinned at him, handed you the bouquet, leaned over to you and gave you a short but loving kiss on the lips.

As the boss intended, DiNozzo stood there and stared at him with his mouth wide open.

But Jethro couldn't help himself and went one step further. He looked at his team member and said with a broad grin: "That's because it wasn't a mix-up."

At the same time, you raised your hand and showed him your new ring.

Tony's jaw dropped.

Then Gibbs went grinning to his desk and you went to the elevator towards the forensic lab that you share with Abby and you were sure that she already knew the news by the time you got to her place.

The End

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[garbinge]

GOOD MOOD

Leroy Jethro Gibbs x F!Wife!Reader // Word Count: 1.3k Summary: Gibbs comes home in a good mood and you decide the best way to break some not so 'good mood' news to him. Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. liiiiight angst. liiiight fluff. Smoking Weed/Being High. Mentions of losing a job, violence, punching. No use of Y/N. Reader is a private investigator, married to Gibbs, and has a teenage child in this fic. A/N: Been rewatching NCIS from the beginning and I just simply forgot how much I love this show. Grew up watching some episodes when they'd be on tv running reruns but never watched from season to season before and I just jkshjkhf love it so much. So now I'm adding another fandom and character to the roster!

“You know I’m a federal agent, right?” Gibbs’s voice came from behind you along with the sliding of your back porch door. 

“Yea, but I’m not.” You smirked, holding the joint in your hand as you blew the smoke out that he was clearly smelling as he joined you in the backyard. 

“What’s with the new recreational activity?” He still had his work clothes on as he turned the patio chair around so it was next to yours. 

“Rough day at work.” You exhaled. 

“Being a private dick will do that.” He had a hint of humor in his voice as he said it. Teasing your occupation the way he would if it was anyone else.

“Investigator.” Correcting him with a smirk on your face, you continued talking. “And what can I say, there were no more special agent openings at NCIS.” 

“You’d fail the drug test anyways.” He was looking over at you, a smile wide on his face. 

“You’re in a good mood.” Your eyebrows raised, your face matching his humor. 

“Better than usual.” He shrugged and kicked his feet up on the bricks that surrounded the fire pit in front of you.

“Hm.” Turning your head back forward, you looked at the fire that was starting to die down. 

Gibbs’s face turned into a frown as he questioned you. “What’s that?” 

“What’s what?” You teased him, taking advantage of his good mood. 

“What’s with the hm?” He mimicked the noise you made. 

Letting out a laugh you dropped your head on your shoulder, “I’m debating if I want to ruin your good mood.” 

“Ah.” It was his turn now to look away and towards the fire pit. “How bad?”

“Eh.” You shrugged. 

“That’s like a 5, that’s not bad.” He was joking but his face was serious which is what made you laugh out loud slightly before deciding to spit out the news. 

“I lost my job.” 

Gibbs didn’t show any emotion on his face, just a slight nod as he acknowledged you. “Who’d you punch?” 

It never should have surprised you when Gibbs knew things without being told, but it always did. 

“Your knuckles.” He was getting up to feed the fire as he said it. 

Your eyes looked down and saw the red bruising finding it's home around your knuckles and closed your eyes as you rested your head against the back of the chair, joint still in your left hand. 

“My private dick of a boss.” 

Gibbs smirked slightly at that as he dropped a few more pieces of wood into the fire. “Enough was enough, huh?” 

“That and he called me a bitch.” That was a statement which earned you a look from him, he froze in his steps and stared up at you through his brows. “Don’t worry, I clearly took care of it.” You flashed your hand to him. 

He went back to feeding the fire as the silence fell over you two for a few minutes. Coming back to the patio chair, he sat down and placed his hands behind his head. 

“All things considered, that’s not too bad. Never understood why you worked for that asshole.” 

“I told you, NCIS wasn’t hiring.” While it was a joke, Gibbs took you seriously. 

He pointed to the joint. “I could get you in. Just have to wait a couple weeks.” 

“Nah, I’m goin’ back to my roots. Investigative journalism.” Your eyebrows raised. 

It was how you met Gibbs all those years ago, you were working on a big story, one that brought you to the NCIS headquarters during Gibbs’s first year on the job as special agent. The rest was history. 

“And now I have an in at the Naval Criminal Investigators offices if I find myself with a big Navy scoop.” 

“Pretty sure you had an in when you first stepped onto those offices.” He was smiling now, staring at you. 

“You’re still in a good mood.” You smiled back at him, both of you looking at each other as the orange tone of the fire reflected off his skin. 

“Told you, wasn’t that bad.” 

“Hold onto that feeling.” You scrunched your face up while his own face dropped. “Aren’t you going to ask me where I got the weed?” 

Gibbs's mind started running, trying to think of an answer that made sense. Putting that special agent brain to work as if it wasn’t overworked enough all day on duty. He was coming up blank, which automatically put him a few points lower on the good mood meter, stumping Gibbs wasn’t enjoyable, for anyone. 

“Where’d you get the weed?” He asked, knowing you wouldn’t tell him unless he did ask. You knew better than to interrupt Gibbs when he was working a case, interrogating someone, or even just as simple as working through a thought. 

“Your daughter.” After you said it, you took another hit from the joint, knowing you were gonna need it for his response. 

“What?!” He kicked his feet off the fire pit bricks, his arms were next to his body which was sitting up now, bent over his legs as he leaned forward all while turning to look back at you, shock–or anger, all over his face. 

“Got a call from the school today, she got caught smoking in the bathroom. The school apparently doesn’t discard of the herb on their own so they gave it back to me.” You let out a giggle at that, clearly the weed starting to work its wonders on you but also laughing at the strange policy. 

“Where is she?” Gibbs was still concerned. 

“In her room, where she’ll be for the next two weeks. I told her how her father is a federal agent and she can’t have this shit in the house.” 

Gibbs’s face twisted up in a smile at that comment. “So you, her mother, clearly are out here setting the example for her.” 

“I had to get rid of it somehow.” You lifted your hands in innocence. 

Gibbs let out a laugh. “You too high to help me with the boat?” 

“Never.” You were getting up, tossing the joint into the fire. “You gonna talk to her?” Now you were standing in front of your husband, his eyes were moving away from yours at the thought of needing to scold his teenage daughter. 

“Depends. What else you tell her?” 

“That I was still deciding if I was going to tell you or not.” 

It was the most you saw Gibbs smile in one night in a while. He was in a good mood. 

“That’s good, that’ll keep her guessing.” 

“Ain’t my first rodeo.” Your shoulders raised as you bragged, humbly. 

It was then that he placed his lips on your forehead, giving you a quick kiss as his hand moved to your hand that was littered with the memory of your awful day. His thumbs lightly caressing the bruises on your knuckles.

“You knock him out cold?” 

“I told you, it ain’t my first rodeo.”  That made Gibbs good mood turn to a great one, he never liked the guy you worked for, he didn’t like private investigators at all, but for you he tolerated them. But this not only meant he was done tolerating them but that he’d get to live with the mental image of you knocking the jerk out cold. 

“C’mon, I’m almost done with the hull, have a feeling this story is gonna get me through the finish line on that.” 

“Eh.” You scrunched your face up again. “I am high, so probably through the rest of the hull and the start of the bow. I get kind of chatty.” 

With a laugh, Gibbs tossed his arm over your shoulder and planted another kiss to your temple. Yea, he was still in a good mood.

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Jethro Gibbs x period!reader

title: i only want him ♫ henry come on, lana del rey

warnings: swearing, age gap

a/n: yes he's hot shut up. i got my period so I wrote this, cause I'm dying. for the girls. sorry for typos, i love y'all.

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When I came into work I wasn't expecting to get my period so early in the morning but that's a stupid thing to think. I was late for a couple days what did I expect? 

I didn't want Tony picking on me, I knew McGee wouldn't but who knows, he was always curious. It wasn't my first time having my period at work but it was my first having a very painful one. 

I brought painkillers and put them in my desk, setting my bag down, I wanted to bring a hot water bottle or a heating pad but that would make it too obvious. I was too embarrassed, was it something to be embarrassed about? No but I work with three men... One I find very attractive.

Tony glanced at my figure once, glaring slightly I turned in my chair and flared back. He glanced at McGee and leaned back in his chair, "yeah we have a problem, Probie." 

McGee looked up from his computer, and looked to Tony. "What?" 

He gestures towards me, not caring if I noticed it. "Would you leave me alone, Tony." I snapped a little.

His jaw flew open and gave McGee a look, like he was hurt but we all knew he wasn't. "Did you hear that McGee, she's got a little attitude today!" 

McGee rolled his eyes, "That's cause you keep poking at her." 

"No, no. Did you see her get off the elevator, she was grumpy when she came in." 

"Would you leave her alone." McGee said to him. "She's probably running on low sleep."

Tony gave me an up and down, "looks like it."

I gave him a look, "oh please, even if I looked terrible you know better than to comment on it." 

Tony chuckles and leaned back in his chair, "oh yeah? What you think I'm scared of you or something?" 

I gave him another look, he tried to study it but it didn't go well. "Damn." He muttered, he was right he is scared of me but didn't want to admit it. 

McGee smirked, "what, say it Tony." 

He was interrupted, I abruptly jerked slightly at the cramps turning in my stomach and back, they both gave me a look. "You okay?" McGee asked genuinely.

"What? I'm fine, McGee." I say, it wasn't very convincing. 

"You sure-." McGee got interrupted by Gibbs appearing out of nowhere like he usually does and it made him immediately look to his computer. 

Gibbs sat at his desk on my left and glanced at me, doing a once over. He didn't say anything... But after an hour it started to show I was having very bad mood swings.

Tony would do something id act out a little more than usual, it was annoying really. There was a time I was at my desk looking at the phone records of our suspect I started to tear up at my desk.

Tony gave me a look, teasing slightly. I noticed it and got a little snapy. "What Tony?! Just say it."

Tony gave a look of surprise, "whats got you all pushy today." Tony had an idea what was wrong. 

I roll my eyes and stood from my seat. I walked down to the bathrooms and tried to calm down, when I spent 5 minutes in there I left and right when I was about to turn the corner Gibbs was there, it made me jump slightly.

He gave me a look, "is something bothering you y/n?" He was a little angry.

I struggled he seemed stern like he always was and maybe a little mean today probably from the way I've been acting. "I'm fine." 

He titled his head slightly, "mind telling me what's got you so bitchy today?" 

I breathed deeply, I shouldn't tell him... Maybe I should but that would sound pathetic to him. "I- it's nothing." 

He stepped closer facing down at me. "I won't ask again." 

I struggled for a second, "I just.. it's cramps." I say quietly surprised he heard.

He chuckled and gave me a small smirk, it was clear I was embarrassed and a little scared. "Why didn't you say that in the first place?" 

"I thought- maybe you-." 

He cut me off shaking his head, the smirk evident on his face. "I've had three wives, y/n." 

I'm blushed, I wasn't able to look him in the eye for a second. "I can tone the attitude down." I tried to make an excuse.

He laughed, full heartedly. "Why didn't you bring something for the pain?"

"I brought painkillers-." He cut me off.

"I meant heat." He said bluntly. 

I struggled to find the words. "I thought if I did it would be obvious."

He bent down a little to my height and he spoke. "Go get a damn water bottle, and stop bitching." He said softly, but he was stern. 

All I could do was look up at him, he smirks a little as he walked away. My heart was in my throat, what am I going to do. If it was obvious to him maybe it was obvious to Tony and McGee. But that wasn't my main problem.

The way he looked at made my heart do backflips but luckily I was able to hide it. I knew he would probably kill me if I didn't listen to him so I went down to Duckie in luck id see if he had a hot water bottle or something I could use as a heat source.

I made it to autopsy where I found him where he always was, working on the victim we found yesterday. "Duckie?" 

He glanced at me. His gloved hands were bloody but I wasn't squeamish. "Oh, hello my dear." 

I smile a little, "Duckie do you have a... Hot water bottle down here or anywhere you can think of?" Now that I came down it felt stupid to ask him. 

He titled his head a little trying to think, "you can as Mr Palmer, my dear. Is this an urgent matter?" 

He gestures, I was too embarrassed. "What? No, I just... Need one." 

He smiled a little, "yes alright. Palmer is in there." 

He pointed to the door next to the table. I smiled a little as a thanks and opened the door, Palmer was working on the MRI scans. "Oh. Hey y/n." He smiled softly.

"Hey, Duckie told me to ask you if you knew where a hot water bottle might be?"

Palmer thought for a minute, "I don't think we have one, y/n, I'm sorry." He was genuine.

I smiled, "its okay-."

"Is this something you really need?" He asked, looking through his glasses.

"N-no, not at all. Just wondering. Thank you, Palmper." I walked out of the room and out of autopsy. 

What would Gibbs do if he saw me without anything, I was scared to sit back at my desk but I did. Tony glanced at me, "and she returns, you better now?" He teased.

I gave him a look and sat back down, Gibbs was at his desk and of course he saw me. He gave me a look, one I couldn't read. "So, Gibbs tells us you have your... Lady time." Tony kept going.

McGee spoke, "knock it off Tony." 

Tony smiled a little, Gibbs stood up to look at the screen right beside Tony's desk. As he didn't interfere with the conversation. "Oh come on McGee. Its obvious if she just admits it, I think I'd be satisfied." 

Gibbs smacked Tony in the back of the head, Tony didn't even look at him when Gibbs headed towards me and got closer. "I thought I told you to-." 

I interrupted Gibbs, "I tried, I couldn't find one."

Gibbs gave me that look again, he smirked slightly and walked past my desk, walking to the elevator. 

Tony watches as well, paranoid. "So you are." He said looking at me, waiting till the elevator shut. 

"Yes I am, you're a grown man, get off me about it." 

McGee smiled as I stood up from myself, Tony just gave McGee a look before looking back to me. "All you had to do was say it." 

"I'm not telling you I got my period." 

"You just did." Tony mocked. 

"Where did Gibbs go?" I was embarrassed.

Tony laughed, "ohh he knows." 

"Shut up, Tony." I say. 

Tony glairs, "im right aren't I." 

McGee spoke, "did you take those pills I gave you yesterday?" 

Tony glanced at him and back at me, "now you're sharing drugs. What else aren't you telling me." Tony was clearly teasing. 

I roll my eyes. "Yes I did." I replied to McGee. 

"They didn't work?" 

"No." I say and lean back. I sighed a little and really tired not to make a scene by crying. And when Gibbs came back he had a hot water bottle in his hand, he snapped his fingers for me to stand up and follow him. 

When I did he led me to the private room, he sat me in the chair and looked down at me. "I'm going to be right back, you stay here." 

I didn't have time to say anything as he walked out the door and shut it... I waited for about 7 minutes before he came back, the hot water filled up and he handed it to me. 

He sat in the other chair and looked at me, "is this stopping you from working?" 

"No. Why would you ask that?" 

He sighs and leans back, "because I asked." 

"No." I answered. "If Tony wouldn't have said anything-."

He chuckles, cutting me off, "he wasn't the one who let me know."

I was embarrassed, "what?" 

"I've had three wives, remember? I think I'd know by now." He explained, well that made sense but I was still embarrassed. 

"Do you need to go home?" He asked, he saw my rosy cheeks. 

"No, I'm fine." I replied, when the cramps felt like someone was stabbing me from the inside.

He studied me for a moment before his phone rang, he grabbed it out of his pocket and answered; "what is it McGee?" 

There was silence before he hung up, "we have a new suspect. Are you able to come along?"

I nod, "yeah." 

I rode with Gibbs, Tony and McGee with each other. When we got to the US department there was a man we needed to arrest as he was part of the murder scene but no actual evidence of murder. 

When Gibbs walked in he spoke to another man, asking him where's he been the last 2 days if he's seemed suspicious etc, finding out the man we wanted left before we got there. I stood by him as he spoke, I was cramping but didn't make a scene. 

I continued to put my hand over my lower stomach, in hopes it wasn't obvious what I was doing. Gibbs glanced down at my hand as he spoke, he saw that there was pain in my eyes no matter how much I tried to hide it.

He scoot closer beside me, his hand gently reaching to my lower back in secretive touch. The man in front of him wasn't able to see, he gently kept his warm hand on my lower back, and it helped the pain.

I started to relax, and without my knowledge Tony and McGee came up behind me. Tony smirked and looked to McGee. "He has a thing for her, I told you." He whispers.

McGee sighs and whispers back, "would you stop it. She's been in pain all day." 

Tony shrugged, "it's not like the boss to ... You know-." 

"Show affection?" McGee finished for him.

Tony clenched his jaw and looked at Gibbs hand on my lower back, "well, look at him." 

McGee smiled a little, "So what? Maybe he found someone to be fond over, you're mad about that?" 

Tony shook his head, "what? No. I was just saying-."

He got cut off when Gibbs turned around, he spoke in his stern voice as always. "You two, go to the airport and find him. His plane hasn't arrived yet..." 

They both stood there for a second, "GO!" Gibbs snapped. 

They both quickly turned around towards the large doors to their car. Gibbs looked down at me, "let's go." 

I followed him to his car, and got in and it was like bricks hitting me at once and I was unable to hid it, I wince causing an unexpected man of pain to slip. "Aah!" 

He glanced at me as he started the car, "yeah, you're going home." 

"No!" I protest.

"Stop being so stubborn, you're going home. It's not a big deal to just admit you're having a bad period." 

I was surprised, I didn't say anything but I was uncomfortable squirming in my seat. He put a hand on my thigh. "Hey, take a deep breath." 

He sounded stern but, there was a softness in his voice. "It hurts-." He already knew but I needed to say it. 

He nodded a little, "just breathe through it." I cried, unable to take a deep breath. "Deep. Breath." He said again, more stern. 

I inhaled and released it slowly, he watched me and smirked. "Good girl."

When he got me to my place I unlocked the door, I didn't think he'd follow me in but he did and I didn't say no. I take off my jacket and put it on the couch. "Do you want something to drink-?" 

"Sit." He said, and of course I did. "You have a heating pad?" He questioned.

"In my room, on my bed." I point to the door across the hall.

He opened it and retrieved the heating pad, he smirked at the looks of my room, he liked it. He then got back to me, plugging it in behind the glass table beside the couch and gave it to me.

"Gibbs?" 

"Hmm?" 

"W-why gave you been so... Affectionate. No offense it's just not like you to." 

He smiled and sat beside me, he glanced at the heating pad pressed tight on my stomach, taking a deep breath. "It's not like you to be so bitchy for that time of the month yet here we are." 

He was teasing me, I smiled a little shaking my head. "You could just answer my question."

He smirked, "nah. I like to get a rise out of you." 

I took a deep breath before the pain hit me again. "Aah!" I cried out. He was unable to help himself.

He gently put his hand on my lower back, his face close to mine. "You need to try to breathe through the pain." 

"I am." I say, slightly snapping. 

He wasnt mad at me for that, he rubbed my lower back and put his face closer to my ear. "Can't you just listen to me for once?"

I look at him, his blue eyes... His grey hair made my heart go in my throat. "It hurts, Gibbs." 

He nodded and sighed, "I know... I know." He kissed my cheek slowly, I was able to lean into it. 

"Should you.. go back to work?"

He smiled and looked at the clock on my wall. "It's my break." He smirked and leaned closer. 

I let him, as his lips touch mine. He cradled the back of my head and inhaled me, he was gentle but stern with his actions. He put his other hand on my hip and rubbed it softly before pulling away. 

"I think I'll stay right here and make sure you're okay." 

"It's just a period, Gibbs." 

He rolled his eyes. "They're just cramps. Stop crying about it." He teases me.

I smile a little, no he didn't mean it. He gave my thigh a soft hit before he stood up to take off his coat. "Let me kiss you again." 

[kenziexoxoxo]

Valentines day for everyone I write for lord help me

Warnings: this is pure smut no real plot this is also gonna be a lot of words enjoy and happy valentines day 😉 @schumi-angel he's somewhere in here he's towards the middle 😭

John Dutton: John is a man of simple pleasures he isn't one for buying into the valentines day shit. So his gift to you is a day in bed with his head between your thighs. "Fuck daddy yes." You moaned your back arching off the bed as John's God send of a tongue worked you over for the umpteenth time that day. He looked up at you his face covered in your arousal kissing your thigh. "Happy valentines day Darlin'."

Lee Dutton: Lee's a passionate man he loves to make sure you know how much he fucking loves you. The day starts out with slow love making then throughout the day he follows you around the ranch like a lost puppy as John gave him the day off to spend with you. That night he takes you to some fancy ass restaurant. He wore a suit which was a rare site but it was like catnip to you. You're both lucky you made it back to the ranch before you pounced on his ass. "I think I need to wear a suit more often." He teased as you rode him nails scratching down his chest the bed creaking under you two. You gave him a look which made him chuckle before he buried his face in your tits.

Ryan: He had no idea what to do for you. He wanted your first valentines day to be special so he asked your father John what the fuck he should which John just smacked him in the back of the head and said "she's your woman figure it out yourself boy." So he took ya for a long horse back ride through the fields even though there was snow on the ground and you froze your tits off. Once you got back you both decided to 'warm up'. A loud banging was heard on her door as her father's voice drifted through the door. "Ryan for fucks sake do not get her pregnant."

Jaime Dutton: Jamie was working on his campaign on valentines day which pissed you off so what'd you do you went to his campaign office in a trench coat with nothing on underneath. You walked past Christina glaring her down as you walked towards Jamie's office opening the door even though Christina was saying he was busy. Jamie looked up seeing you come in he smiled you lock the door and un tied the trench coat letting it fall to the floor. "Now you can keep working or take me home and fuck me senseless." She said hands on her hips. Jamie's jaw dropped let's say he broke the speed limit to get you home.

Kayce Dutton: Kayce hated valentines day thinking it was a waste of time he loved you and showed you every day so he treated it like any other day which made you a little sad his father John had noticed and smacked some sense into Kayce a hard smack to the back of the head does wonders. You were sitting in yours and Kayce's room when he came in tail tucked between his legs. "Listen baby I'm sorry it's just another day to me." He said getting down on his knees as he pushed up your skirt he had many a ways to make it up to you most of it had to do with his face between your thighs.

Anthony Bridgerton: Anthony the dirty basatrd has the day planned out start to finish there's only one thing he wants and it's you naked in bed. He definitely got his way. You woke up to the feeling of someone sucking on your clit you had told Anthony he could wake you up like this as it was fun. You opened your eyes lifting the sheet and blankets to see Anthony's face buried deep between your thighs eating like a stared man. Hearing the blankets move he looked up mumbling a 'good my love happy valentines day.' Against your clit before going back to work.

Benedict Bridgerton: Benedict wasn't sure what he wanted to do but then an idea struck him. Painting you in the nude. He barely out the outline done on his canvas as you decided to tease him slipping your fingers between your thighs and playing with your clit making your back arching off the chaise lounge he had you laying on. The painting was very much forgotten very fast as your moans graced his ears.

Sebastian Vettel: Sebastian was in another country for valentines day as he had a meeting with his team but he made it up to you when he got home he barely made it through the door before bending you over the back of the couch and slamming into you.

Ayrton Senna: Ayrton being Brazilian was an amazing lover both in and out of the sheets. He had taken you to a small island so to not be disturbed as he worshiped your body. He mapped out your body with his tongue having you a moaning mess in seconds.

Alain Prost: Alain decided to get a nice bottle of wine and take you out to the French countryside. In a little cottage he got a couple years ago as a way to hide from the crazy fans. You two got into the bottle of wine and not a spot in that little cottage was not used as a spot to fuck the kitchen counter, the stairs, the bed, the bathroom, the living room there was not a spot that didn't see your naked sweaty bodies.

James Hunt: James oh boy James was excited any day he could spoil you extra without people giving him dirty looks he fucking loved. Today was no different he spoiled you beyond belief. The day ended in your favorite way on all fours with James pounding into you like a feral animal cigarette in his mouth as he fucked you.

Niki Lauda: After Niki's accident he'd become self conscious and hadn't really wanted to be intimate. You were dying to have your husband again. He got back from a meeting with Ferrari and you were waiting for him in a little lace set. He felt a tent form in his pants immediately. You got down on your knees unzipping his pants. "Baby I-" He cut himself off as he moaned from your mouth wrapping around him forgetting about everything else besides fucking you again.

Daniel Riccardo: Danny Ric loves a good laugh so he spends most of his day making you laugh and smile before he has you begging you to cum. "Please Danny please I've been a good girl." You moaned your ass in the air as he ploughed into you from behind. He smirked smacking your ass. "Yes you have but hold on a little longer." He said his thick long Australian fingers coming in contact eith your clit.

Kimi Raikkonen: Kimi although called the ice man is a man who loves and worships his girl. He is not one for holidays though so he treats it as any other day till that night where he'll take melted chocolate and drizzle it over your body licking you clean.

Toto Wolff: Toto is a man who loves to spend money epically on his woman. It's start out small a little gift in the morning and just get bugger and bigger till he probably bought whatever car you wanted and is now fucking you in said car. "Toto yesssss." You moaned as sat in the passenger seat in Toto's lap riding him. The car shaking ad his face was buried in your tits.

Mika Hakkinen: Mika being Finnish isn't one for showing a lot of emotion or talking a lot not unless it's you then he'll talk your ear off. He made sure the day was special his gift to you was finally agreeing to having a baby. "Yeah you want my babies don't you." He growled in your ear as he pounded into you.

Jenson Button: JB loves valentines day and goes all the way out there and I mean out there. Chocolates, flowers, jewelry you name it he gets it. His favorite thing is to fuck you with the new jewelry he bought you watching it shine in the light as he pounded into you.

Lance Stroll: Being a billionaire has its perks one of them is home being able to spoil you rotten whenever the fuck he wants and epically on valentines day. He bought you a new remote controlled vibrator and decides to use it during you fancy Italian dinner in Italy as he flew you guys out for the day. He turned up the the intensity making you squirm and roll your lips together as the vibrations got worse and worse trying to keep your body still as you looked right into hisneyes as you came.

Nico Rosberg: Nico took you to Monaco where he wined and dined you all night and made you feel like the most special woman in the world. The night carried on back at his place as he fucked you against the huge window that over looked the street people below having no idea you were getting railed. "You like this don't you having the chance someone will look up and see you getting fucked yeah you're so wet."

Oscar Piastri: Although he is a quiet man he sure does love to show you how mich he loves you and today is no different he decides to spend his day in between your thighs. "Are *moan* you gonna do this all day?" You asked while arching your back off the bed. Oscar only nodded continuing his work.

Lando Norris: Lando had a full day of being in bed having you in every position he can. He had you in the snail position going as fast as he can his curls a mess all over his forehead. He growled as he came deep inside you. "I hope you end up pregnant." He whispered in your ear before flipping you for doggy style.

Mark Webber: Mark wanted to spend the whole day between your thighs that's what he wanted for valentines day giving you aussie kisses 😉. He was merciless going at it for hours barely letting you calm down before he started up again the perfect gift for him.

Franco Colapinto: Franco was something else he woke you up giving you mate. The day went on and he gave you little gifts all day long. Till that night when he gave you the best gift he proposed so the night ended with you two tangled in your shared sheets him slamming his hips against yours making the most lewd noises he could knowing how much you love when he's vocal.

François Cevert: The Frenchman is a bit of a master of valentines day. The day starts with your favorite flowers and candies before he treats you to an amazing breakfast on bed which turns into slow love making as he whispers praises in your ear. As the day goes on he loves up on you a lot saying he just wants you to feel special on valentines day. Then once the sun sets he has you pinned down in bed the French doors open to let in a nice breeze from the south of France air as he slams his hips into yours in the most delicious way.

Lewis Hamilton: Lewis loves to leave hickies so that's how your day is spent him aucking your skin till it was deep purple pretty much with his marks he even hickied a LH44 down your spine as his hands kneeded your ass.

Carlos Sainz: *smooth operator plays softly in the background* Carlos made sure the day was extra special with pancakes in bed beautiful red roses and slow love making. Smooth operator played in the background as he timed his thrusts with the music. "Feel so good mi amor."

Charles Leclerc: Charles spent most of the day trying to make it perfect for you but like Ferrari's strategy it went out the window. So you two opted to just stay inside and enjoy each other and then welcomed your first child together that November.

Michael Schumacher: Michael was excited for valentines day with you this year why you ask cause he had the whole day planned for you two. He had bought you a matching set in red having you parade around the house in only that all day long before ripping it off you and fucking you dumb. "Yesss daddy right there." You said withering under Michael as he pounded into you he felt himself get harder when you called him daddy.

Jack Doohan: Jack was never much of a romantic never really having been in a relationship besides his ex gf but that was toxic relationship so nothing he did for valentines day was right so he went all out for you hoping he'd get at least one thing right. But your favorite gift was having him all to yourself for a day and getting to cuddle and then fuck till your little hearts content.

Fernando Alonso: Fernando was definitely a Spanish lover through and through your day was filled with sweet love making and amazing food. His favorite putting chocolate on your body and little cut up strawberries so he could lick and eat them off you.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Gibbs is very old fashioned so he bought you red roses and chocolates you two soent the evening in his basement building his boat. Since he had to work that day as always but he made sure he took a lunch break to have lunch with you. And once you both got more and more frisky he fucked you up against the boat.

Tim McGee: Tim wrote you a love letter and left it for you as he had to work. But once he got home his attention was all on you and making you feel good. His long fingers working you over time and time again till you were a blabbering mess.

Dwayne Pride: Dwayne kinda sucked at valentines day but he was trying just for you. He woke you up by covering you in kisses. He kissed every inch of your body like he was trying to mark it to memory so he could never forget you it lead to his face being buried between your thighs for hours.

Kevin Costner: Yours and Kevin's valentines day was spent with you in labor and giving birth to your first child and his 8th. You had started to lactate and while the baby was sleeping you became engorged and he decided to help you out. "Fuck thank you." You moaned as his lips sucked helping relieve some of the pressure in your tits his hips rutted against the bed as he tasted your milk.

Glen Powell: Glen loved to cook so he made you breakfast in bed before taking and making slow and sweet love to you before having to go to set to film.

Ian Bohen: Ian was in the middle of filming the next season of Yellowstone so you two had a little phone sex date instead of seeing each other rin person both finishing together over FaceTime.

Wes Bentley: Wes was a passionate man and loved to fuck you hard and slow epically on valentines day. He soent the day worshipping your body in every way he physically could.

Mike Dodds: Mike had to work most of the day so he didn't get home till late but he was in his dress blues which you loved and almost pounced on him as he walked into the house he handcuffed you as he pounded into you like a mad man.

Silco: Silco was not one for holidays that included valentines day he could careless but he will say he does love the fact that your wore something skimpy that day he watched you all day in a short little skirt and crop top wanting to just bend you over and fuck you so that's what he did he locked his office door and you were bent over having his cock shoved in you in seconds.

[bullet-prooflove]

The Ice Queen: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader (NCIS: Origins)

Tagging: @kmc1989

The first time Gibbs lays eyes on you, you’re standing there at the edge of the crime scene on the beach, staring into the sea. Despite the fact he’d lost Shannon and Kelly only months before he can still appreciate your beauty, even through the scope of the sniper rifle he’s using to emulate the shooter’s position.

“Whose she?” He asks Randy, who uses his hand to shield his eyes against the glare of the sun coming in through the open window.

“Medical Examiner.” Randy responds, his gaze falling back to the information he’s scribbling down on the notepad.  

“Her attention’s in the wrong direction.” Gibbs remarks, his finger tensing on the trigger out of habit.

Your hair blows in the wind, before you turn your attention back towards the tent that’s been set up to conceal the bodies out of view of the reporters. He tracks you with the rifle until you disappear inside before exhaling and releasing the trigger.

When he gets back down onto the sand, he’s almost forgotten about you. He’s too busy playing the angles, calculating the order of the victims when he steps into the tent and there you are arguing with task force agent Jacob Landsford. He wants you to release the bodies over to them instead of taking it back to NIS and you’re refusing until you hear from the director.

He hates the way that Landsford towers over you, how he uses his height to loom, to bully. His voice is loud and it echoes through the tent like an airhorn as he jabs his finger into your face.

“Sweetheart, you better sign that damn paperwork or so help me god-”

“Oh honey…” You drawl, spitting the word like it’s acid. Your eyes burn with a ferocity that is age old, one that every single woman who has been spoken down to by a man feels. “God ain’t gonna help you, not with this.”

He watches as the others man’s fist clenches, the skin turning white as it stretches across the knuckles.  

“You can’t speak to me that way…”

“When you start playing nice, I’ll start playing nice.” You tell Landsford, checking the watch on your wrist. “Now if you excuse me, I have to take these guys-” You gesture at the bagged bodies.  “-back to my morgue, where I can do my autopsies.”

The fist grows tighter and for a second Gibbs thinks Landsford is actually going to strike you. He wants to, he can feel it in the fibre of his being. His own body tenses, his muscles coiling but you tilt your head to one side, your gaze lowering to his fist.

“You wanna hit me, hit me.” You say jutting your chin up to meet his gaze. “I can guarantee I’ll punch back harder.”

He isn’t sure whether you mean physically or professionally but either way it makes Landsford pause. There’s silence for a moment, his gaze penetrating into yours and you don’t flinch, not for a single second.

“Everything they say about you is true.” Landsford snarls, jabbing his finger at you. “You’re a frigid fucking bitch.”

“I prefer the term ice queen.” You remark dryly. “Isn’t that what they call me up there in that office of yours while you’re measuring dicks?”

Landsford doesn’t speak, instead he turns his back on you, his eyes meeting Gibbs’s on the way out.

“Watch out for her.” He says, jerking his thumb at you. “She’ll tear your fucking cock off.”

“I’d be have to go looking for it first.” You snort, placing your hand on your hip. “Now fuck off so I can get some work done.”

Landsford does but not before giving you the middle finger.

“He always like that with you?” Gibbs asks, watching the other man disappear through the flap.

“Comes with the territory.” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “He’s not the first he won’t be the last.”

He wants to ask if you find it exhausting but he’s new here, barely finding his feet. He doesn’t feel competent enough to discuss the gender politics of NIS with you just yet.

“Sorry. I should have introduced myself.” He says holding out his hand to shake yours. “I’m Gibbs, Agent Gibbs.”

“Maeve.” You say, taking his hand. Your grasp is firm, stronger than most of the men whose hands he’s shaken recently.  “But like you heard, they call me the Ice Queen.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[poorlywrittenbutentertaining]

Consultant

Gibbs x Fem!oc

Warnings: light swearing, canon typical warnings

Summary: sometimes you just need a fresh set of eyes.

Gibbs leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head as he looked over the screens in front of him. He had examined and re-examined the evidence several times and yet he felt stuck. A dead Navy officer whose circumstances and crime scene pointed to murder but death implied natural causes. All roads led to a dead end. Gibbs let out a frustrated sigh and sat up, deciding a coffee would be a good way to clear his mind. He grabbed his coat and threw it over his shoulder as he exited the building. The sun felt refreshing as he walked out of the navy yard, flashing security his badge and ID as he passed.

The streets were surprisingly quiet for noon, but he couldn’t argue. After years living alone he’d come to appreciate quiet. A brief walk later and he stepped into his favorite coffee shop, the one he frequented often enough that the entire staff had memorized his order. Not that it was difficult, large black coffee, Jamaican blend. The barista behind the counter simply nodded and him and rang up the coffee as Gibbs provided his card to pay.

The bell over the door chimed behind him as a voice flooded through the small shop, “-Well I know that, but he’s not stable enough. His wound is volatile enough as is, if he leaves the hospital the risk of infection is too high… don’t tell me that, tell him that!… ugh, push 100 Ml.s until I get back and can handle this myself. Don’t let him out of your sight.” Gibbs peeked over his shoulder to see a somewhat familiar face, however she looked disgruntled and minutely irritated. He stepped out of the way as he listened to her order. Her drink order was complex and (he assumed) would be very very sweet by the end.

“Lotta sugar for a doctor to be drinking,” Gibbs said casually. The girl looked over at him and he managed a half smile, “Dr. Wright.”

Elaine’s face broke out into a wide grin as she turned to him, still dressed in her work scrubs, her badge clipped to her lapel. On her lunch break, he assumed.

“Agent Gibbs,” her voice was surprised, but pleasant, “I don’t think you should come after my sugar consumption. I’ve heard just how high your caffeine intake is.”

Gibbs chuckled, “fair enough. Tough patient?”

“Yeah, you could say that,” Elaine stood next to him, “tough case?”

Gibbs nodded and mimicked her words, “yeah… you could say that.” He looked down at her. Her flaming red curls were stuffed into a tight bun on the back of her head. A few stray curls bounced around her head, free from the elastics holding everything else in place.

“Tell me about it,” Elaine glanced up at him, “Consider me a… consultant. Y’know like those psychics on TV.”

“Are you a psychic, Elaine?” Gibbs asked.

“No, but I’m a doctor,” Elaine said, “and a little birdie told me that cause of death looks natural, but you’re investigating murder. Maybe a fresh pair of eyes is what you need?”

Gibbs stopped a moment and considered. Maybe a fresh pair of eyes was what he needed. Ducky had gone over the body several times and all of the evidence had been scoured for forensics. A different perspective could be enlightening.

“Gibbs!” The barista called. Gibbs grabbed his coffee and took a sip.

“You free today?” Gibbs asked.

“For the case? Or… something else?” Elaine cheekily smiled. Gibbs rolled his eyes. Elaine laughed, “What time do you want me there?

“1700 hours,” Gibbs said.

“Copy that, gunny.”

~~~

The elevator dinged and Elaine ran her hands down the front of her shirt, smoothing it out after taking a deep breath. The last time she was here, she had held a bomb for four hours, and then developed a slight crush on the leading investigator, who also happened to be her godfather’s best friend. She had woken up in his home, after receiving a serious concussion where he had monitored her for the full day.

Elaine had changed out of her scrubs into more office-appropriate attire. As the elevator doors slowly opened in front of her she was greeted by the familiar sight of the orange squad room. She stepped out and quickly made her way to the bullpen.

“Dr. Wright,” DiNozzo stood and moved to her side, “how can I help you?”

“I’m looking for agent Gibbs, he asked me to be here.”

“For what?”

“Elaine,” Gibbs rounded the dividers. Elaine smiled and walked to him, “with me.”

“Yes, sir,” Elaine fell into step with him as he guided her to the second elevator, “so read me in.”

“Navy officer, 35, house was trashed and raided, there was a significant amount of deer blood on the body but when the body was examined, all roads lead to a heart attack,” Gibbs said, “but the officer was perfectly healthy when we pulled his medical records.”

“Huh,” Elaine rolled her lips, “I might have an idea.”

When the elevator opened Elaine was greeted by the sight of a serile autopsy room, and her godfather.

“Hello dear,” Ducky smiled and walked over to her, embracing her tight.

“Hi dad,” Elaine smiled and returned the hug, “i’m here as a fresh pair of eyes.”

“Yes Jethro told me,” Ducky pulled away and retrieved her a fresh set of protective equipment, “our dear officer is right here.” Elaine pulled the PPE over her clothing and approached the body. He looked healthy, for a dead guy who had been autopsied. Nothing immediately struck her as strange. Elaine rolled the body’s arm out and inspected its veins.

“Did this man go to the hospital before he died?” elaine asked, grabbing a magnifying glass to zoom the area.

“No,” Ducky said. Elaine pulled away from the glass, and showed Ducky. He hummed, “Looks like an IV. But there were no drugs in his blood.”

“No, there wasnt,” Elaine said, “They didnt inject medication. They injected air. Of course you wouldn’t see it on a tox screen. An injection of air can cause what looks like a heart attack. The air bubbles block the flow of blood, it’s the reason we watch so close for air bubbles in shots, and IV drips.”

It was that moment that Gibbs realized just how smart this woman was, “The injection was professional. Straight into the vein. You’re looking for someone who works in a hospital or medical testing lab. A phlebotomist maybe, or a nurse.”

A nurse, that was it. Gibbs nodded and began walking off.

“Say thank you, Jethro!” Ducky called. Gibbs halted and turned, approaching Elaine as she took her gloves off with her back turned to him. When she turned she froze to see he was mere inches from her. She looked up at him with a small blush dusting her cheeks.

“Good work, doctor,” Gibbs’ voice was low. Elaine swallowed and smiled at him.

“Told you, you needed fresh eyes,” She smiled slightly. Gibbs turned and walked away and Elaine took a deep breath, leaning against the sinks.

“You’re swooning, Elaine,” Ducky said. Elaine laughed slightly.

“That man is worth swooning for,” She answered.

[multifandom-exe]

WHY am i in fandoms that have like no fics for the characters i like?? do i just have bad taste or WHAT🥲 give me the steven hyde fics, give me the glenn rhee fics give me old man GIBBS fics give me the HOUSE FICS IM ON MY KNEES i’m an old man fucker please

anyways requests these guys bc i guess i’ll write them myself

[churuiskoi]

Secret Dating with Jethro Gibbs Headcanons

You had a crush on Gibbs for a really long time - it started as soon as you joined the team.

You didn't think he'd return the feeling, ever, but the older man confessed his feelings after you had gotten into a pretty big accident over catching a suspect.

When you and Gibbs starting dating, it was something that was silently agreed that you will keep your relationship statuses a secret - rule no. 12, remember? Especially with knowing that DiNozzo would make fun of you, it was better this way.

Also it's more fun that way, both of you thought.

Gibbs would do anything to make you get flustered.

Anything from mumbling about how you look cute in your outfit today to small touches in a crowded elevator on the way to the office, literally anything.

As you work closely with Abby and Ducky as another forensic scientist on the team, they would honestly see right through you but wouldn't say anything about it.

So whenever you are in the autopsy room or Abby's lab and he lightly puts his hand over your back, all they'd do is smile a little and move on.

DiNozzo and McGee won't catch on but would make sly jokes about how you guys seem a lot closer than before.

Of course Gibbs would slap their heads but wouldn't deny nor back their argument.

One day, though, DiNozzo finds out by walking in on you sitting in Gibbs' basement, with his sweatshirt over you.

"Uh, Y/L/N? What are you... what's happening here?"

He'd be so shocked that he wouldn't know what to do.

The next day, everyone is looking at you and smirking.

DiNozzo would make fun of you even more but he'd get slapped by Gibbs.

"If you have time to make fun of my woman, DiNozzo, get to work," Gibbs said.

Rule no. 12 had been broken and everyone found out, but it somehow made both of you laugh.

THANK YOU SO MUCH for inspiring me to write @passionwillow <3

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Baby Thoughts

Prompt: You never really thought about having children with your boyfriend, until a situation brings it up.

Mentions of OD Death, baby neglect.

"Look. I'm just a small fish in a big pond. I'm not the one selling that stuff, Julie is," the jittery man across the interrogation table explained to you and McGee. The both of you had been pulling as much information as you could out of him in correlation with your investigation in the death of a Marine but he wasn't much help.

"Alright. Well where can we find Julie?" McGee asked, writing everything down in a pad.

"She's been staying in the Independence hotel on 5th. Room 36. That's the last place I saw her."

Satisfied with a lead, as small as it was, you stood with McGee and exited the room, joining the rest of the team in the squad room.

"Got an address boss," McGee updated.

Jethro got up from his seat, grabbing his coffee and began walking towards the elevators while giving orders.

"DiNozzo, Torres, you two go see if the nearby gas station has any security footage of our Marine's murder, McGee, you're with me and Y/N."

Both you and Tim raced to your desks to retrieve your weapons and then to the elevators before Jethro shut the doors.

- - - -

You sat shotgun as Jethro drove to the address, pulling up to a rundown looking Motel. It wasn't in the greatest neighborhood and you were already dealing with a suspected drug deal gone bad, so you were on high alert. The three of you got out, surveilling your surroundings before heading to Room 36. The distant sound of a baby crying could be heard from inside the room as Jethro knocked loudly.

"Julie Oscrow, NCIS!"

There was no answer so Jethro knocked again as McGee checked the windows.

"Can't see anything boss."

A knot formed in your stomach as Jethro pulled his gun out, you and McGee following suit as he opened the door. Once you entered the room, you noticed two things immediately. The terrible smell that entered your nose and the sight of a woman on the floor, foam pooling from her mouth.

"Y/N, call it in," Jethro ordered before rushing over to her and preforming CPR.

Holstering your weapon, you pulled your phone out and dialed for EMS as McGee cleared the rest of the hotel room. It wasn't long before Jethro stopped, knowing that she was past saving, you putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Hey boss, we got a problem," McGee announced from the bedroom. You both made your way over and saw what he was referring to.

Sitting in a makeshift playpen made from a couple of large boxes was a baby no more than two years old, crying their heart out. Jethro wasted no time in taking care of the situation, picking them up and patting their back, while shushing gently. You just stared as he swayed with the infant who began calming down and wiping their tear streaked face.

"McGee, call Ducky and Jimmy, let them know we have a body," he spoke while motioning you over. You walked over as he handed you the baby, who had begun crying again.

"Hold him for a second while I make a bottle."

You didn't have any skill in handling babies but tried your best to mimic Jethro's actions from before and were thoroughly surprised when it worked immediately. Jethro gave you a small smile, moving your hand so it supported his neck.

"You're a natural, Y/N."

You just chuckled nervously and watched him rummage in the diaper bag that was on the bed, pulling out a bottle and a little packet before heading back into the other room and filling it with water. You looked at the little baby in your arms, his onesie stained with drool and God knows what else and couldn't help but feel a weird pull in your heart. You felt a instinctual need to protect him and keep him close to you. Part of you didn't even want to give him back to Jethro once the bottle was ready which you felt he sensed.

"Here, hold him like this," he instructed, positioning the baby in your arms. He began eating vigorously once the nipple reached his mouth, as his little hands clutched onto yours. You enjoyed the endearing moment and didn't miss the look of love Jethro gave you before going over to help McGee canvas the crime scene.

- - - -

You sat in the back of the ambulance, still holding the now sleeping baby in your arms, wrapped in a thin blanket. Jethro had changed his diaper and dressed him in something less dirty before EMS arrived and gave him a once over. You volunteered to stay with the baby while you waited for Child Services to arrive as McGee and the rest of the team investigated the crime scene. Jethro was finishing up a phone call before he came to join you in the ambulance, sitting down beside you and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

"You'd make a great mother, you know," he whispered, making you smile.

"You think so?"

"I do."

You thought about the question that had been bugging you the last half hour and finally decided to just ask it.

"Would you have a baby with me Jethro?"

You could see the hesitation in his eyes, memories of his past family most likely surfacing as he took a breath before speaking.

"I would be lying if I said I haven't thought about it. I couldn't see myself having one with no one else but you. But we can talk about that later."

You accepted his vague answer, actually getting more out of him than you thought you have and rested your head on his shoulder.

"Plus, I'd want you to be my wife before that and this is not how I planned on asking," he added.

You whipped your head up to look at him and he chuckled, giving you a quick kiss on the lips and getting up.

"Child Services should be here any minute. I'm going to finish up with the team, come join us when you're done."

You nodded, smile still etched on your face from his previous comment and watched him leave. Looking back down at the little boy in your arms, you whispered a small thanks. Even thought his circumstances were unfortunate, you couldn't help but be grateful to the progress in your relationship he caused.

[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.