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[iguana-eyanna]

NCIS: Damon Pt. 2

It's been two weeks since he's been in the hospital. He still couldn't fathom that he wasn't in the military anymore, and it hurt a part of him that couldn't be healed.

But what hurt most was that he may have lost you again.

Damon's been thinking a lot since he saw you. He wished he wouldn't have broken things off with you in the first place. He loved you with every bone in his body, but he was too scared to bring you into his messy life. But the damage was already done, and he regretted not being there for you and his baby girl.

So when Gibbs came to his hospital room and gave him a medal and a slip of paper that had your new address, he took it as a sign to make things right.

With the spare change he had, he took a cab and arrived at your doorstep in a small apartment. Damon took a breath and hesitated to knock at your door. And he stood there for what felt like a millennium until he heard his name.

"Damon?"

He turned around and saw you holding bags of groceries, looking beautiful as ever. He saw how your bump grew bigger the last time he saw you, and how tensed you must have been standing there.

"Could I help you with your bags?" Damon asked.

He could have said something along the lines of "I still love you" or "I'll be a better man and father for your baby" but he needed to earn your respect first.

"Y-yeah." You said with a bit of hesitance.

He came down the steps to help you as you unlocked the door. Inside, he found more spacious than it was outside. You had a big living room that connected to your kitchen and had a great view of the city. He placed the groceries on your counter as started to place the food in the fridge.

"You um - have a nice place." Damon said.

"Thanks, I saw it in an ad and thought moving closer to my job was the best decision. I got promoted and my hours changed."

"Congrats! That's... amazing." He said, taking a seat by the counter.

You paused where you stood in front of your fridge and turned toward him.

"I heard what happened about your discharged, I'm sorry." You said.

"No, don't be. This- this was my fault. All I wanted was to serve and I lost sight of what mattered most."

You nod in a small manner, using your hands to lean by the marbled countertop.

"What matters the most to you now?"

He hesitates and he looks up to you with teary eyes.

"Trying to be a better man for you."

Your heart began to ache. One part of you just wanted to envelop your arms around him like before, wanting to take back the words you said to him the last time you saw each other. But the other was hurting too much, always feeling you were second place in his life.

You walked ever so carefully to him, placing one hand on top of his.

"I know you're trying to make amends Damon, but I don't think we can be what we were, just not yet."

He nodded his head, understanding that the way you two left things had left scars that hadn't healed. But you held his hand firmer to break out from his thoughts.

"But I do want you here, in our baby's life. She has the right to know who her father is, if you're ready."

A flicker of hope shone through his eyes and gave you a smile that he hadn't seen in a while.

"I'll be here any time you need me."

Since then, Damon has chosen to live near a motel. He wanted to give you space but still guaranteed to be by your side through the end of your pregnancy. He helped you buy some clothes for the baby as well as help you with the nursery. It was your favorite day to be with him as you started to fool around with the paint, purposely painting each other's clothes.

You haven't laughed in a while, and it felt like your heart was being repaired, piece by piece. You offered Damon to stay the night and he looked a bit reluctant, but he knew you wouldn't take no for an answer. So, he slept on the couch that night.

Since your pregnancy, you haven't had a peaceful sleep. So when you heard noises from the living room, you had to investigate.

Your feet slowly padded your hallway and you walked through the dark room.

"Damon?"

You saw him tossing and turning, murmuring. Slowly, you go up to him, softly shaking his shoulder.

"Damon, wake up."

Suddenly, he abruptly wakes up with a cold sweat. He looks at you with wild eyes, like the ones you saw when he was in the interrogation room.

You reach out to touch his face, but he flinches away, his jaw clenched. But you stood your ground.

"Look at me. Please." You begged, whispering.

He hesitantly looks up, fearful. His body screamed at him to run away, to not hurt you, but his heart stood its place, knowing he would never do something like that.

All you could see was his eyes softening, then became glossy as a tear fell.

He began to sob, and he landed his face in your chest. It caught you by surprise, but you held him closely to you, trying to calm him down by combing his hair that was growing and kissed his forehead. You two both stayed in that position until you brought him to your room where you both sat at the end of your bed as you listened to him attentively.

He talked about saving his friends lives in the line of duty, yet feeling like a failure to himself and his country.

"I couldn't recognize myself, I thought I became this monster. All my life, I was too weak to do anything. I almost didn't qualify to serve due to my health records. That's why I started taking enhancements."

Your mouth rounded in a small 'o' as you never new that part of his life before the army.

You intertwine your hands in his and look at his eyes that faced so many wars.

"You fought so much in your life, Damon. I know it seems like you given up but you didn't. You saved so many lives. I know I can't give you much-"

Damon whips his head towards you, hurt.

"What do you mean? You given me the world." His hand softly goes to your growing belly and looks at you with those loving eyes that you once remembered.

You held on to each other, feeling his heart beat slow down as you two laid back in your mattress where you two fell asleep.

When you woke up, you see him snuggled by your belly as you comb his hair that grew much longer through your fingers. He smiles then flutters his eyes open, adoring you again with his gaze.

Both of you know the risks of dating each other again, as no one wanted to break the other's heart.

But you had to at least try. Cause Damon would be damned if he repeated the same mistakes again.

He could promise you that, but for the time being... He was happy where he was now, entangled in bed with the woman who had his whole heart and more.

[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.

[multifandom-exe]

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?

SOMEBODY BRAiNSTORM W ME IN ASKS OR DM

[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."

[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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[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.

[fandomnerd9602]

Wanda groggily wakes up in the hospital wing of the Compound…

Y/N: Wanda? Baby are you alright?

Wanda: detka, w-what time is it?

Y/N: it’s 9:00am

Wanda: wrong.

Y/N:

Wanda: it’s time for you to kiss me

Y/N: challenge accepted

Y/N kisses her repeatedly, crying tears of joy…

Inspiration found here

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Request for Barba? First time going down on him and/or riding him? He loses all self control and there's a *lot* of praises in Spanish?

Your wish is my command, anon.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only), Rafael speaking Spanish, Rafael has a filthy mouth, Reader understands Spanish, Reader kisses Rafael to wake him up, unprotected consensual sex (p in v - wrap it before you tap it), biting, rough sex, mentions of bruises, a hint of dom Rafael, oral sex (male receiving), and the reader is described as having hair that can be pulled.

Spanish translations:

Ay, mierda - Oh, shit

¡Coño! - Fuck!

¡Vas a matarme! - You're going to kill me!

Estás riquísima - You're hot as fuck

pero ahora - but now

No te muerdas el labio cuando puedo hacerlo por ti - Don't bite your lip when I can do that for you

Así me gustas cariño - I like that sweetheart

Estás tan apretadita - You're so tight

Bésame hermosa - Kiss me beautiful

It had been a busy couple of weeks for you and Rafael. Between his caseload with SVU and your cases with NCIS, the two of you barely had a moment alone together.

Rafael had fallen asleep in your shared bed long before you returned to Washington with Ziva, Tony, McGee, and Gibbs. Mercifully, Director Vance gave you permission to leave the base once the on-site doctor checked you over and gave you a clean bill of health.

Gibbs dropped all of you home, and since you lived closest to him, you were the last one to be dropped off. Gibbs had to prod you awake multiple times before your heavy eyes reopened. After trudging up your driveway, you lifted a hand in farewell and let yourself in.

Once you triple-checked the locks, you had a quick shower and collapsed into bed next to Rafael. Your eyes closed of their own accord. The next thing you knew was Rafael's arm wrapped tightly around your waist and him sleepily crooning Spanish into your ear and rolling his hips so that his erection pressed into your ass.

Suddenly wide awake, you turned in Rafael's embrace and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. The ADA wrinkled his nose in response and sighed in his sleep as you pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Sliding down the bed, you continued placing kisses on Rafael's body. Despite wanting to suck marks into the skin on Rafael's neck, you restrained yourself, remembering the warning he'd uttered ages ago about not wanting to provide lawyers like Buchanan with any ammunition against him during a trial.

Rafael was beginning to stir and teasingly, you nipped at the skin on his chest, right above his heart. His eyes flew open immediately and focused on you.

"Ay, mierda," he groaned as you moved lower and bypassed his cock, electing to suck marks into the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, "He can cover those marks," you thought.

"¡Coño!" Rafael swore, pushing his head into the pillow as you repeated the process on his other thigh. "¡Vas a matarme!"

"No, I'm not," you disagreed.

Rafael's lust-glazed green eyes sharpened and concern crossed his features when he realised what you wanted to do, "Are you sure? There are other ways we can have sex if you're not ready to give me a blowjob."

You stared resolutely back at him, "Rafael, I want to do this. You're not forcing me into anything; it's my choice."

To emphasise your point, you maintained eye contact as you traced his cock from root to tip with your tongue. Rafael hissed but braced himself on his elbows so that he could watch you. You ducked your head and sucked his cock into your mouth.

Now it was Rafael's turn to restrain himself as you slowly bobbed your head up and down. His legs quivered and he let out a wordless shout when your hand wrapped around the bit of his cock that couldn't fit in your mouth.

"Don't rush yourself," Rafael gritted out, reaching forwards to card his fingers through your hair. You hummed your understanding while sucking his cock and rubbing his cock at the same time and Rafael screwed his eyes shut, his hand tugging at your hair slightly.

Rafael's hips bucked as you lapped at the head of his cock. Precum was beginning to bead at the tip and as you swiped your tongue around, Rafael's other hand gripped the sheets in such a tight grip that his knuckles turned white. With the last bit of self-control he possessed, he commanded you to stop in a whisper and shifted his hips back, easing himself out of your mouth.

"Estás riquísima," Rafael praised. "If you kept that up, I would've come in your mouth."

"That's what I wanted," you pouted.

Rafael fought a shudder, "And we'll explore that in the future, pero ahora," he motioned to his lap and you licked your lips as you understood what he wanted you to do. Pushing yourself upright, you kicked the covers down to the end of the bed and swung a leg over his hips so that you were now straddling Rafael.

His hands settled on your hips, gently guiding you as you rocked. The head of Rafael's cock brushed against your dripping entrance and your breathing hitched. Lowering your hips, his tip slipped inside and you bit your lip.

"No te muerdas el labio cuando puedo hacerlo por ti." Rafael ordered, pulling you forwards and capturing your lips in a deep kiss. The change of angle forced Rafael deeper inside you and the yelp that passed your lips was quickly swallowed by Rafael.

Breaking the kiss, Rafael tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth, "Ride me."

The moment the order passed his lips, your hips moved. Rafael gave you a few moments to adjust to his size and to set the pace before his hands encircled your wrists and guided them up to rest on his shoulders. When he was satisfied, his hand dropped back to your waist and then he began to thrust his hips.

"Así me gustas cariño," he purred, thumb finding your clit and adding the barest hint of pressure.

Your pussy clenched at his words and actions. A smirk, full of dark promise, appeared on Rafael's face at your reaction, "Estás tan apretadita."

Your breathing stuttered and Rafael's grip on your hips grew tight enough to bruise, "Bésame hermosa."

Your lips crashed onto Rafael's as you climaxed and you felt Rafael groan as his hips surged upwards and spurts of his warm cum shot up into you.

This time you were the one to break the kiss and still trembling from the aftershocks, you could only rest your forehead against Rafael's as you panted. His breath fanned across your skin and Rafael's hands moved from gripping your hips to running soothingly up and down your back.

"I'm so glad you're home (Name)," he breathed.

Rafael Barba prompt status

[moyathermopolis]

you can’t avoid me 18+

🧸 part one

abigail borin x reader

pairing: abigail borin x female reader warnings: smut, forced proximity, submissive r, enemies to lovers, daddy kink, strapon, public sex, rough sex, teasing, bratty r, filthy asf, 18+ word count: 2.4k

"you have got to be kidding me."

your bags dropped with a hard thud on the hardwood floors of the logwood cabin. you walked further into the cozy room observing the quiet leggy redhead cautiously. she was sat on the brown leather sofa, looking straight ahead with her arms crossed on top of her chest. her travel bag occupied one of the twins beds on one side of the cabin.

how the hell did you two get stuck together in the same room for the annual cgis corporate retreat? it had to be some sort of practical joke. you hadn't spoken to agent borin since she fucked you, hard and rough, the night of the holiday party three months ago.

after that night, you tried your best to avoid the daunting agent, not knowing what to say or make of her anymore. you got flustered whenever you saw her in the common areas of the cgis office, very different from the annoyance you were used to feeling.

"nice to see you too agent."

you nodded slowly and bit your lip, still awkwardly standing at the foot the sofa. you wished you could come up with a snippy remark, but you had nothing in the chamber. she looked so hot, in all black sweatpants with her usual perfectly glossed lips and long red hair. dirty thoughts rushed to your mind, heating your core making you clench your thighs together.

you snapped out of it, trying to to shake the filthy thoughts away. you went to the open bed and stored your duffel bag on it, deciding to deal with it later.

she stood from where she sat, observing your off-putting demeanor, "the first team building activity is in ten minutes, might wanna head over?"

"y-yeah, let's go." you were dressed in a simple long sleeve athleisure set, and a matching lightweight thermal jacket. it hugged your built frame and was fitting for the outdoorsy activities the departments were going to compete in the tournament. the final pair with the most points at the end would win some sort of prize. some teams were extremely competitive, therefore alliances were already made prior to the random selection of teams.

you didn't care about any of it, you just wanted to get this mandatory weekend over already. you two walked out onto the green terrain, spotting the bundled up cgis agents. cold case, organized crime, and border enforcement agents were mixed up in random teams in the sitting area. you and borin grabbed an open spot, just as the activity leader began explaining the first game.

"hopefully by now you've all rubbed elbows with your new partner! we really worked hard this year to match those who really don't know each other..."

you rolled your eyes and began to tune out the lengthy boring speech. it was a complete lie anyway, you and borin were very well acquainted, everyone knew that. however, they weren't privy to the way she possessed and dominated you, clouding your thoughts from then on.

the rustling and rapid movements of your fellow coast guard agents pulled you from your thoughts. you noticed they were dispersing quickly, going into the packed woods in all different directions.

"what's-"

"scavenger hunt, we're going this way." she pointed to a random spot through the thick green trees and began walking.

you didn't hear the directions, so you followed her without putting up a fight. your short legs were fighting to keep up with her long stride as she stalked deeper and deeper into the woods. what the hell was the prize and why did everyone scurry off so quickly?

"slow down borin! what are we even looking for?!"

"if you would have listened you would know."

"yeah?" you scoffed, "well i couldn't get over that bullshit lie of matching people who don't know each other." you spat out, not noticing the way she abruptly stopped, causing you to run straight into her toned back. "ow!"

she whipped around hastily, her chest heaving up and down, "do you really want to know why we got paired together?"

"does it matter? it clearly wasn't random."

borin's jaw clenched and her green eyes bore into yours intensely. she slowly walked closer to you, caging you against the trunk of a huge oak tree.

your breath caught in your throat being so close to her, you gulped when you felt her lips on your ear, grazing it, "i found out who y he collaboration manager was this year and i told them, i don't give a fuck if you're trying to avoid me. i'm not going anywhere anytime soon so we might as well work this... thing out."

a shiver ran down your spine as you breathed her amber cologne in, "and they fell for that?"

"what can i say, i can be very convincing."

her deep raspy voice heated your core, instantly turning you on as she trapped you in between her toned arms, suffocating you with want and need. your resolve weakened and you melted, reaching for her.

"did i say you could touch me?" she caught your wrist tightly before your fingers could wrap around the obvious bulge poking through her black sweats.

you whimpered and finally met her fervent gaze, silently pleading with her. deep down you knew she was strapped since you found her sitting on the couch, and you wanted it so fucking bad. you wanted to feel her thick dick moving inside of you, filling you up again, you craved it.

"please borin."

"c'mon, we have three geocache's to find."

she backed off of you with a knowing smirk and continued to walk through the densely packed woods. you had no time to collect yourself as you ran after her, flustered, not wanting to get lost out here by yourself.

"ummm where's the scavenger hunt paper?"

"don't need it."

"fine… but i don't think we should be going this deep into the woods. i can't even see the cabins or any agents so-"

her deep chuckled interrupted you, "are you scared agent?"

"what?! n-no! i hunt down cold-blooded killers, this is... this is n-nothing." borin stopped again, turning around to face you. you eyed the elusive woman carefully, her intentions unknown to you.

"what if i told you we're not on the right trail for the scavenger hunt... and everyone else is at least 3,000 feet away from us by now."

you crossed your arms in annoyance, letting out a huff, "i get it agent, this whole thing is premeditated!what do you want from me so bad?"

you had no time to register agent borin's quick movements, you felt your back rub viciously against the aged wood of an oak tree. one hand gripped your neck while the other slipped around your waist tightly. the only sound you could let out was a shaky whimper as you felt her thigh slide between your legs, pressing right up against your core.

"if that little stunt you pulled back there told me anything, it's that you want the same thing as me."

"and what's that?" you felt her lips ghosting over yours, making you chase her when she pulled away.

her dark eyes gazed into your blown pupils, “you want this just as much as i do"

"why don't you give it me then, satiate us both yeah?" you bit your bottom lip, finally wrapping your hand around the girth bulging through her sweats.

borin's hand gripped your wrist tightly as she growled, guiding your movements up and down on the thick silicone. you stroked the length of her dick harshly, pressing the material of the harness against her clit. the gasp that escaped her lips urged you on frantically.

"you're not gonna get it that fucking easily you bratty bitch."

you continued to rub on her length, speaking to her sweetly, "please daddy... it's been three months and i n-need it."

"you can't even maintain eye contact with me at the office. you won't speak to me or even acknowledge my presence, but you'll beg for my dick like a desperate little slut in the forest?"

she grabbed both sides of your face, making you look at her. you stilled your fluid motions, heartbeat rapid as you stared into her dark eyes.

"oh, that's what you want from me," you smiled cheekily, "you set this up so you could straighten me out? make me stop ignoring you?" you leaned into her, leaving sloppy kisses on the side of her neck as you began rubbing lazy circles on her hips. you slowly dropped to your knees, directly in front of her boot-covered feet.

you wasted no time pulling the hem of her sweatpants down. "you're finally going to put that pretty mouth to good use." she rasped, grabbing your chin tightly with her palm. she coaxed your mouth open with the tip of her dick and immediately filled your throat to the brim.

your nose rubbed against her belly from how deep you were taking her, saliva dripped out of the sides of your mouth making it messy. she ground her heavy dick into your warm mouth, snapping her hips into you, "are you going to be nice to daddy?" you nodded your head vigorously, tears dripping out of your eyes from having your airway obstructed for so long. "use your words slut."

you smacked her thigh with an open palm, an angry red mark appearing instantly. she pulled her strap from your throat, admiring the strand of the saliva that trailed from the tip of her dick to your swollen lips.

"i'll be nice to you, daddy," you bit out through gritted teeth.

"yeah? are you going to speak to daddy when you see her at the office?"

"if that's what daddy wants," you wrapped your fingers around the base of her dick, smacking the head of it against your tongue. the passion in her eyes, the desperation in the way she bit her bottom lip excited your pussy.

"yes or no, are you going to stop ignoring daddy, you bratty bitch?

"yes daddy, since you care so much, i'll stop ignoring you."

"you never learn, do you?"

"teach me again, please."

your satisfied smile pissed her off, she pulled you by up your arms, and swiftly turned you around. the redheaded agent bent you over, ripping your leggings down, and you instinctively held onto the tree in front of you. your core was throbbing with need, your whole body warm to the touch from the cat and mouse game you've two been playing for the past thirty minutes.

she rubbed the head of her dick along your slick folds, teasing you, "beg me for it, just like you did the last time."

you leaned further into the tree, reaching back with one hand to spread your swollen pussy lips apart. you smirked hearing her groan, knowing she was chewing her bottom lip, eyes glued to your wet pussy and throbbing clit. "mmmm, so wet for you daddy, please... pleaseeeee fill me up, like i'm your slut."

borin slapped the tip of her dick against your warm hole and slid in, stretching you, "you are my slut, my dumb... desperate... bratty bitch, aren't you?" you felt the slippery silicone slide further into you with each inflection of her words, making you release throaty gasps.

"fuck yes!" the soft globes of your ass met the taller woman's pelvis in quick frantic motions, creating a redundant echo throughout the forest. "feels so fucking good daddy!" you were flush against the tree now with the other agent’s front against your back. you felt her hardened nipples through her top as she worked her hips into your backside.

the husky groans she was making in your ear made your knees buckle. "you just couldn't wait until we got back to the cabin, could you slut?"

only a shaky whimper left your mouth as you shook your head. you captured her lips in a deep kiss, slipping your tongue inside of her mouth. agent borin moaned into your mouth as her nails dug into your hips, creating little crescents in your skin. her pace was steady, stretching you out deeply with the strap-on. you squealed feeling the pads of her fingers on your slick clit, making light circles.

"you know just what i like, fuuuck! so good to me daddy, mmmm." you reached back, slipping your fingers under the harness of the strap-on to rub her clit, matching her intensity.

her fingers wrapped around your throat as she hissed in your ear, "you're making a mess all over me... again."

you pulled your soaking fingers from her cunt to observe them, you grinned victoriously as you showed them to her, "you too abby."

fire ignited in both your eyes seeing the creamy wetness all over your fingers. she guided your fingers between her own lips, sucking them off. you swooned and pouted from jealousy, this was your second time not getting to taste her.

the sensation of her tongue swirling around your digits, matched with her mouth hollowing out, made your pussy flutter around her thick dick, you were cumming in intense waves. you sucked in a large gasp of air, feeling your heart skip a beat, your knees buckled from the intense stimulation coming from your spent core. "oh my god!! f-fuck! i’m c-cumminggg, ah!."

borin's arm wrapped around your trembling body, attempting to catch you from falling but you still toppled over. she went with you, trying to brace your fall with her free hand. she moved your hair to the side, getting a good look at you, “shit! are you okay princess?”

your heavy lids were closed but that put a cheeky smile back on your face. your chest rose and fell slowly as you reached for her, “mmmm princess, i think i like that.”

her supple lips found a spot on your neck, teasingly biting it. she was mounted on your back like you were her prey, her hard dick still rubbing against your swollen lips. all you felt was complete ecstasy.

“yeah? you want to be daddy’s princess?”

“yes abby.”

she smiled hearing her name come so sweetly from your lips, then she softly kissed them. why’d it take this long to figure out you two were equally yoked?

[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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[iguana-eyanna]

NCIS: Roy Pt. 1

You can't remember the last time you had a peaceful sleep.

Maybe since you've been sleeping in your lab all day, trying to find a cure for your friend, Roy.

Roy Sanders, the golden Navy Lieutenant. You often teased him about how he was like Superman with his righteous personality and piercing blue eyes. He just laughed it as he gave you his blinding smile.

He still smiled even when someone close to his work tried to poison him.

It started off small, thought he had a fever and just needed to rest. He had to stop jogging his route near the capital. But one night, he came to your door, eyes bloodshot as he lost his breath.

"I don't trust anyone but you."

He confided in you about the work he was investigating in and that someone in his agency is trying murder him as he got closer in his investigation. You told him he should go to NCIS himself to help him, and stop the person who's doing this to him.

"Let's go to my lab, I'll figure out what's going on with a blood sample and I'll find a cure."

"No don't, I'll go to NCIS tomorrow. They'll help me."

"Roy, you can barely keep your eyes open. What makes you think I'm going to stand idly and watch you die?"

"Because I don't want you blaming yourself that you couldn't save me in time!" He raised his voice.

It was the first time you ever see him so angry, but he was right. You would have blamed yourself every day that you're the one breathing and he wasn't.

"I have to at least try."

He pondered till he nodded his head, agreeing that you would help him. He knew you would go against the laws of science just so he could have a future.

Now you're at your lab, waiting for the test results if your serum could deteriorate the Thallium that was in his bloodstream. You consulted with Abby Sciuto, the forensic scientist at NCIS, and compared notes.

She saw how determined you were to save your friend, but she knew deep down there was more than what you were saying.

You loved Roy.

Ever since you moved to DC, Roy was the first friend you made when you met him at a conference. You loved how positive he was and made every effort to make a difference in the world.

Then suddenly, you heard a beeping noise from the machine that was formulating if the serum was working. You flutter your eyes in confusion till you rush over, looking at the paper that printed the results. You scanned over the stats, muttering what the results were telling you.

You look up from the paper and raced towards your phone, dialing Abby's phone number.

"Abby, I need your help."

+

Your heels clicked loudly in the hallway as you searched for Roy's room. Then, you see Ziva outside of a door, looking at everyone suspiciously.

"Hi, Ziva? I'm-"

"The doctor friend of Lieutenant Sanders. Yes, Abby informed me."

"Then you know that I have the antidote." You said, holding the protective case that held the vials.

"Has it been tested before?" she asks.

"Not exactly-"

"Doctor, I don't doubt your work but if it's not tested, I cannot allow you to worsen Lieutenant Sander's state." Ziva replied, trying for you to step aside.

"Ziva please! Wouldn't you do anything to save the person you love? I have to do this. Either I give him this serum without knowing whether he's going to live or see him slowly die without even trying." You said, your voice thinning.

Ziva looks at you, seeing how much you cared for Roy.

"Alright, I'll call his doctors to help administer the medicine."

She stepped aside as she went to look for them and you look through the window seeing Roy.

He looked paler and even tired and looked... looked like he was just waiting to die. You turn the knob and you walked quietly inside while he slept. You sat in the chair, feeling your palms clammy, trying to calm your nerves.

"You know, I think I have to buy you quieter shoes." Roy said.

You look up and see Roy awake.

"You knew that was me?"

"People could hear your heels in the hall from Canada." Roy joked, making you laugh.

You scoot closer as you hold his hand.

"How are you?"

He shrugs slightly as he gives you a small smile.

"Tired, but I feel I have a few good days in me."

"Don't say that, Roy. You're going to get better." You said.

"All the doctors have told me that I'm not going to live past this month. It's too late now. I've already accepted it, so should you."

You shake your head, feeling the tears go down your face.

"So me being confined in my lab to find a cure for you was for nothing, Roy? I'm not giving up on you like every goddamn doctor in this hospital. You prove them wrong. You're going to walk out of this hospital with a second chance of life. You're going to run your daily morning jogs you've desperately wanted me to join with you."

Roy chuckles, remebering that you'd refuse to wake up at 4 in the morning to run around D.C.

He then turns his head, his eyes growing with doubt and worry.

"I'm dead weight. You need- to move on. Settle down, get a dog, and have that white picket fence life. You should let me go." He said, saying this last part with a whisper.

"I can't do that, Roy."

"Why?"

"Because I- I love you goddamnit." You said, raising your voice.

He was silent, and you stood up, pacing in the small room.

"You know, it was hard to just keep my feelings by myself for the longest time. But I was scared that- that I was going to lose my best friend... whether if I told you how I felt or this-" You gestured around you.

"and I know you don't feel the same way-"

"Who said I didn't?" He asks.

You stop, looking at him by the foot of the bed.

"I'm sorry?"

He chuckles lightly, giving you a cheesy smirk.

"You know, for someone who brags about being the smartest person in the room, you really can't see the answer in front of you."

He tried sitting up, but his strength gave out, so you rushed to his side as you helped him.

"Guess I was scared too of saying something. I trust you with my life but I couldn't have the guts to ask you out."

For some reason, both of you began to laugh at yourselves.

"What is it with us?" You said, sitting on the side of his bed.

"I don't know, but we have impeccable timing." He said, placing his hand on his side. You reached out and intertwined his hand with yours.

Suddenly, Ziva came in with his doctors looking a bit grim.

"It's time for the trial"

After the doctors did the procedure, you cuddled with Roy before heading to sleep. Even if visitors should have left hours ago, Ziva pulled some strings. She was happy to see Roy more hopeful than ever.

Both of you were trying to stay awake, having so much to talk about, but your eyes kept fluttering.

"Promise me... you'll wake up with me in the morning." You whispered.

Roy wasn't so sure of making an empty promise, as the warnings for the antidote would either be a 50/50 chance. But he kissed your temple as he held you in his arms.

"I promise I'll be right here."

Both of you dozed off that night, and both of you were filled with uncertainty and fear.

But one thing is for sure.

Roy would fight for one more day if he could spend it with you.

[storiesofsvu]

Yes Daddy

Abigail Borin x fem!reader warnings: language, smut, fingering, dirty talk, daddy kink, minor derogatory dirty talk/praise, semi public sex? A couple of prompts/requests thrown together. This took way too long from the initial "daddy!borin must be written" to the actual writing LOL. 3.3k

You were no stranger to the CGIS office, often dropping Abi off in the morning or waiting in the parking lot to pick her up after a long haul day, occasionally swinging through to drop something off that the other woman had forgotten at home or to make sure she actually ate her lunch. You knew her team and most of the administration around the building, making it pretty easy for you to come and go as you pleased. Today, bored out of your mind at home, you figured there was no harm in paying your wife a visit, she’d been over stressed about this case after all. Besides, her lunch was still sitting on the counter where you’d placed it while she got ready that morning. What kind of wife would you be if you let her starve?

Abi’s preferred take out and a tray of actually good coffee in your hand, you breezed past the reception desk with a warm smile before heading down the hallways to her office. The door was open just a smidge, nudging open a tad further when you rapped on the wood.

“What?” The irritation in her voice was present as you shouldered the door the rest of the way open.

“Rough day?” You asked and the annoyance immediately fell from her face, replaced with a tired smile.

“Would be a hell of a lot better if we weren’t working this case with NCIS.” She grumbled, closing her laptop before pushing it to the side of her desk.

“That DiNozzo guy a thorn in your side again?”

“A thorn in everyone’s side and always.”

“Sucky.” You let out a small sigh, moving through the room to place the bag and drinks down on her desk, “hopefully lunch will help.”

“Believe me, this will.” She swiped a Styrofoam cup with one hand, taking a hefty swig as the other reached out to intertwine your fingers with hers, giving you a tender squeeze, “thank you.”

“Can’t let my favourite girl go hungry, now can I?” Your free hand braced on her shoulder as you leant over to kiss her, breathing her in as your lips moved against her.

“Now that definitely does help.” A smirk took over her lips as you let out a laugh, leaning against the side of her desk.

Rather than turn her attention to lunch or back to work, Abi’s eyes lingered on your body, flicking down to the pair of heels on your feet, slowly dragging up your bare legs to the hem of your dress before they roamed over your curves, lingering just a touch on your chest before finally catching your gaze again. You felt the fire pulsing through you, a tingle starting in your lower stomach as heat crept onto your cheeks at the way she was looking at you. Sure, you’d shown up under false pretenses but you hadn’t expected Abi to take the bait, especially without making you work for it first.

Her tongue darted out, wetting her lower lip and pulling your full attention as she leant back in her chair, “what’d you bring me?”

“Hmm?” You blinked rapidly, pulling yourself out of the daydream as your eyes darted away from her lips.

“What’s in the bag?” She asked with a small chuckle, finger pointing toward the takeout you’d placed down on her desk.

“Salmon bowls from that place on eighth you like so much.”

“A girl after my heart.” She smiled reaching for the bag.

“Pretty sure I already secured that.” You replied with a laugh of your own, circling around to settle in a chair on the opposite side of her desk as she started to empty the bag of its contents.

“Either way, thank you for this. As much as I need a break are you okay if I work through lunch? I need these signed off by the end of the day, I swear I’ll still listen to you ramble though.”

You laughed softly, passing her a fork before prying open your rice bowl, “you do what you’ve got to do. I’m just happy to be here.”

A comfortable silence took over her office as the two of you dug into lunch, the occasional sound of her pen scratching against paperwork or files flipping open and shut. You shared a story or two from your week between bites of food, a general warmth floating through the air as Abi worked.

There was a sudden knock on her door, if you could even call it that, before a man practically fell through the entrance,

“Hey! So I”—

“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me GOD, DiNozzo.” Abi snapped, her fingers tightening around her pen as she glared across the room at him.

“Sorry.” He let out an awkward chuckle, suddenly stalling as his eyes landed on you and they widened briefly before he shot you a devilish grin. “Didn’t realize you had company, hi, Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.” Extending his hand he started to take a step towards you before Abi’s voice cut through the air like a knife and he froze.

“Don’t even think about it.” She nearly growled, her eyes darkening as they flicked between the two of you.

“Alright.” His hand swung back, running along the side of his hair before he cleared his throat, “no introductions. Got it.”

Abi let out a frustrated sigh, placing the lid back onto her lunch as she glowered at him, “what do you want DiNozzo?”

He paused for a moment, as if wondering whether his questions were actually worth it or not, rocking on his feet before he finally spoke, “just wondering if you’d heard back from the lab?”

“Did I not say I would call when I did?”

“Uh, yes. Yes you did.”

“Then why are you in my office breathing down my neck about it?” She rolled her eyes, “go annoy someone else!”

“Yes ma’am.” He nodded, shooting you another look that was too long for Abi’s liking before he finally left the office.

“Christ.” She muttered, running a hand over her face and you stifled a laugh.

Reading the room, you popped the lid back onto your bowl, sliding it back into the bag as you stood from your chair, “yeah that’s definitely a pain in the ass.”

“You only got the half of it.” She groaned, “lock the door so he doesn’t come back.” You laughed and she finally looked up to find you already on your feet with your bag over your shoulder, “hey… come sit down for a second, you’ve got time.”

“I thought you were busy.” You gestured between the pile of papers and the doorway.

“Baby…” her face softened, a gentle smile on her lips, “you know I’ll always make time for you.”

Returning her smile you quickly locked the door and headed back to your chair and Abi clicked her tongue, your eyes darting up to hers.

“Come sit…” She pushed back from her desk just enough, her legs spreading ever so much and you felt the tingling bursting through your body again, a shy smile on your cheeks as you scurried around her desk.

Abi’s hand closed around your hip, directing you so you were flush to her chest, nestling into her lap so her hand could reach around you to continue signing off on papers. You let out a happy hum, nuzzling into the embrace, getting comfortable on her lap as her free hand wrapped around your middle, holding you to her. Her hand splayed against your stomach through your dress, fingertips rubbing just enough to entice you to let out another sigh, your body relaxing deeper into hers. Her lips suddenly pressed against your neck, lingering for a second before her breath was hot against your skin.

“My sweet girl.” She murmured, “always so patient with me.” Her lips kissed your skin again, “so nice to me, spoiling me by bringing me lunch.”

“Just wanted to make sure you ate.” You murmured back, already lost swimming in the pool of lust that was hazing your brain.

“I’m sure that was all.” Abi nipped at the side of your neck as her hand trailed down your side, “because I don’t feel any panty lines.” Her fingers pinched the fabric of your dress where she should have been able to pluck at the waistband of your underwear, tsk’ing her tongue again.

“No idea what you’re talking about.” You turned your head just far enough to catch her gaze, your eyes dark, lips parted just enough for your tongue to dart out to wet them, “I dressed all nice for you.”

“Don’t look at me like that and then feign innocence.” Abi scolded, her hand slinking further south, toying with the hem of your dress before it disappeared underneath. Her nails scratched your inner thigh, pinching the supple skin as she tormented you, avoiding touching where she knew you wanted it the most. Your breath caught in your throat as her other hand slid up your body, daring to cup your chest and your back arched into her touch. She chuckled darkly, her fingertips finally tracing through your folds. “Just like I thought….” She husked, her breath hot on the shell of your ear, “no panties. You really are daddy’s dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm…” You managed a nod, teeth sinking into your lower lip as Abi’s fingers pinched at your nipple, rolling it between them as she watched your breathing pick up.

“Only dirty girls would show up pretending to bring me lunch when really all they wanted was to show off.” Her finger tips dipped into your pussy, slowly trailing through your wetness before her hands wrapped around your thighs. “But you know how much I love your pussy,” her hands shoved your legs wide open and you fell completely back onto her as your dress rode up over your hips. A gasp escaped your lips as the cool air of the office hit your cunt and your body shivered, “and just how much daddy loves a dirty girl.” Her lips pressed against the column of your neck, “love when you put yourself on display, know how much I love playing with this pretty pussy, don’t you?”

“Y-yes…” Your chest was nearly heaving as she continued to toy with you, fingers trailing through your pussy lips with barely any pressure. You couldn’t help but let out a needy whine, your hips pressing forward into the touch.

Abi chuckled, “poor girl,” the hand she had on your chest pinched again, “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already speechless.” Her teeth sunk into the crook of your neck and you whined, body grinding down onto hers, “words, baby.”

“Please…” you whined again, this one louder than the last.

“Please what?” Abi asked, her finger tapping your clit as it throbbed with need.

“Need you daddy.” You whimpered, your pussy was already pulsing around nothing, you could feel your juices smearing across your inner thighs as heat coursed through your entire body, pleasure clouding your brain. “Need your fingers.”

Abi chuckled softly at just how breathy your voice was, the way you were practically shivering in her arms, the heat she could feel wafting off your skin. She adored when you got like this, completely submitted to her, putty in her hands, willing to do whatever she wanted, wherever she wanted. She knew that in just one of your very rapid heart beats she could have you on your knees between her legs, pleasuring her, getting her off to help relax from her previously stressful day. But that wasn’t what she wanted, she wanted to toy with you, wanted to see the wetness drip down your thighs, wanted to feel the way you clenched down around her, hear the filthy noises coming from your pussy as your teeth sunk into your lip so the entire floor wouldn’t hear your moans.

“Shame I don’t have a strap here,” her fingers began lazily rubbing your clit, “you do always look so gorgeous stuffed with daddy’s cock.”

“Mmmm…” you whined, hips rocking in time with her hand, your back arching into the touch for more pressure, “please daddy…” You could feel tears nearly pricking in the corners of your eyes as your desire built up even higher and higher, your heart racing against your rib cage.

“What?” She taunted, nipping at your earlobe as her fingers pressed harder against your clit, rubbing it more intently, “you wanted my fingers, now you’ve got them.”

To emphasize her point, her free hand began groping at your chest again, yanking the neckline of your dress down to expose your tits, nipples hardening instantly in the cool air. She shifted you slightly in her lap, earning another whimper when her fingers briefly slid off your clit. Though the whimper was soon lost to a breathy gasp when she ducked down, her other hand cupping your chest upwards so she could wrap her mouth around a nipple.

“Fuck…” you muttered, body tingling at the way her tongue flicked across your body, her fingers pressing harder between your legs. Abi groaned against your skin, teeth scraping your chest before her tongue began matching the pace of her fingers, “oh god!” Your head fell back onto her shoulder, lips parted just enough to pant as sparks began flying under your skin, your thighs trembling as Abi brought you to your first peak. A smirk on her lips when her hand slipped deeper between your legs to catch the wetness dripping from your cunt.

“Such a good little slut.” She murmured, nuzzling her nose into your neck before she pressed a trail of kisses into it, watching as you panted, eyes fluttering between shut and open. “Now, go ahead and get daddy’s fingers nice and messy for me.”

The hand she had between your legs lifted up to your open mouth, eagerly slipping between your lips and you groaned around her fingers. Your tongue slid around them, tasting yourself, coating every millimetre with spit, sucking them further into your mouth, muffled moans getting louder with each pull. The cloud of your first orgasm was beginning to dissipate and all you could think about was the pulsing of your pussy and how badly you wanted it to be full.

Abi finally pulled her fingers from your mouth, satisfied with your work, “good girl.” Her other hand swiftly wrapped around your waist, lifting you from her lap and bending you over her desk, “now you’re gonna take it like the slut you are, right?”

“Yes!” You gasped, your nipples hardening against the wood, “yes, daddy.”

“That’s what I thought.” Her spit slicked fingers trailed up your inner thighs as she stood from her chair, stepping closer to you and you could feel the heat from her body right on your exposed skin. “My dirty girl.” She cooed, leaning over you to press a kiss between your shoulder blades as her fingers finally sunk into your pussy.

“Fuck…” the low swear came out in a very satisfied groan, your eyes fluttering shut as your cunt pulsed around her digits. Your hips rocked back toward her with each push of her hand until her own body was rocking against you, her hips bumping into your ass each time her fingers disappeared inside you.

“That’s it baby,” she purred, “doing so good for me.” Her hips crashed into yours, sending you jerking into the side of her desk, a small whine leaving your lips and you heard her chuckle again. “You can take it.” She murmured, gently biting at your shoulder before she picked up the pace.

“Oh god!” You bit down onto your knuckles in an attempt to muffle your noises, letting the ones squelching from your pussy fill the office instead. Abi let out a low groan at the sight of her fingers coated in your juices, her hips rocking faster against yours as her fingers swiftly moved in and out.

“Can’t wait to get you home baby.” She grunted, “get you completely naked, underneath me just like this while you squirt all over my thick cock.”

“Mmmm….”

She could feel you squeezing around her already, a sheen of sweat shimmered across your body and your thighs were already starting to shake. Your juices were dripping down her wrist and it was becoming harder and harder to contain any noises as fire raced through your nerves. Her free hand moved around your waist, quickly finding your clit again and she began to rub it at the same pace she was fucking you. The fingers inside you curled, once, twice, and on the third time you gasped, your eyes shooting open when she found the spot.

“Oh fuck! Yes daddy….” Your mouth slammed shut again, whimpers daring to break free, “god. Don’t stop.” Your eyes scrunched shut again as your entire body began to tingle, “fuck, right—there!”

Your pussy pulsed again and again, clenching down harder around Abi’s fingers with each pass of her hand, her fingertips pressing into the sensitive spot harder each time. Her hips jerked into yours again, this time stilling, pinning you to the side of the desk, grinding against you while her hands reduced you to a whining mess. The hand she had wrapped around you spanked your clit, the first one brought a gasp from between your lips, the second had your pussy trembling, and the third brought a burst of juices soaking her other hand as you hit your peak again.

“Fuck!” You grunted, your body shaking against the desk as Abi’s hand slowed, gently fucking you through your orgasm.

“That’s it baby.” She leant over you again, pressing soft kisses down the exposed part of your spine, “so fucking hot when you come for me.” Her tongue swiped up your back before she nipped at the crook of your neck, “I just love it when you make a mess of yourself.”

You could only whimper in response, your body going slack, limbs nearly feeling like jello as the post sex haze began to sink into your brain. Abi kept a steady hand on your waist to keep you still while the other reached out for a couple of tissues, gently cleaning you up. She wiped your thighs dry, softly patting your puffy pussy, a small smirk on her cheeks at the noise you let out and the way you shuddered at the contact. Once she was satisfied with her work she dropped back into her chair, tugging you with her to fall into her lap.

“Feel good?” She asked, a tender kiss left on the side of your neck before readjusting the neckline of your dress, hand smoothing the fabric all the way down, making sure you were properly covered and composed.

“Mmhm.” You nodded, finally able to turn your head to kiss her properly.

“Good.”  She murmured against your lips, stealing another kiss while her hands trailed patterns up and down your sides. She waited until you had fully caught your breath and the life was coming back into your eyes before she pinched at your side, nudging your hips, “now, you better hurry up and get home.”

“Why?” You asked, nearly pouting as you turned to face her, finding a devilish grin on her lips.

“Don’t you remember? I have plans for you.” She stated, as if she had it penciled into your shared calendar on the fridge. She slid her laptop across her desk, opening it again to turn her attention back to it like she hadn’t just fucked you in the exact same spot.

“Oh?” You dared to raise a brow in question.

“Yes.” She glanced up at you, “I want you ready and waiting. Naked. With that pretty pussy on display for me. And I want it absolutely soaking, am I clear? You go home and play with yourself, come as many times as you want, just remember I’m going to make you come so hard the entire block will know who you belong to.” Her eyes flicked up and down your body and you felt a shiver travel through you, “now don’t make me tell you twice or I won’t just tie you to the bedframe, I’ll punish you too.”

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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.

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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.

[silverstar70]

Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner - Criminal Minds

What do you want? 🔞

Welcome back 🔞

Rough day 🔞

Something new 🔞 Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3

Happy birthday, Aaron 🔞

Dinner for three

Need help? 🔞

Injured

Home for dessert 🔞

Alden Parker - NCIS

Make things right

Dr. Parker 🔞

The Plan

You deserve to be happy

It isn't what I want

Saying goodbye

I need help

We have your back

I’ll stick around

One night 🔞

Emergency contact in progress

Sunday game night in progress

Leroy Jethro Gibbs - NCIS

Hi, cowboy! 🔞

Kurt/Diane - The good wife & The good fight

Only on Ao3

Last time 🔞

Left unsaid 🔞 Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3

Worth it 🔞

You'll be the death of me 🔞

In the woods in progress

Kit/Bell - The resident

Only on Ao3

Tomorrow, then 🔞

The one where...

Stupid things in the name of sex 🔞

The torch has been passed

Nothing is more important than you (Pt.2 in progress)

Dean/Hannah - Chicago Med

Only on Ao3

In a moment

No more lies

Last Update: 11/07/2025

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