PEICE OF ADVICE! DONT WATCH AVENGERS ENDGAME ON YOUR BIRTHDAY UNLESS YOU WANNA HURT. I LOVED NATASHA

PEICE OF ADVICE! DONT WATCH AVENGERS ENDGAME ON YOUR BIRTHDAY UNLESS YOU WANNA HURT. I LOVED NATASHA AND NOW SHES DEAD! 😭💔

happy birthday to me… 💔😭

Risk

Paring: McGee x sister!reader

13 days until y/n was home. Home with the team. Home on American soil.

“Timothy McGee?” You looked up to see a man in a marine uniform standing before you.

“Yes?” You questioned.

“The Maine Corps regrets to inform you that your sister, Y/n McGee was killed in action on April 25.”

“No.” You whispered. You felt a tear stream down your cheek.

“You okay Tim?” Tony asked. You know he cared when he didn’t even call you a nickname.

“I remember the day she told me she wanted to be a Marine. Almost as if it was yesterday.”

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“Don’t do it.” You said.

“What do you mean ‘don’t do it.’? Tim, I wanna serve my country and your telling me not too?”

“Y/n, your my baby sister. I don’t want you to get hurt, I don’t wanna hear the day you won’t be coming back home.”

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Ziva walked up to you, grabbing your wrist, pulling you to the elevator. You hadn’t bothered to look up from your desk one you started to cry. Once she stopped the elevator you looked up her. Tears still running down her cheeks.

“McGee. Y/n wanted to tell you this when she got back from her deployment but, uhm, since she won’t be, I’ll, uhm, do it for her. Y/n she’s gay, her and I are- were- dating.”

“Wow. Uhm, how long?”

“About three years. I was, gonna propose a week after her return.” She pulled the engagement ring out of her pocket. Tears continued to stream down her face. “I had it engraved with her initials, not y/f/i.M. but y/f/i.D.” She ran her finger over the engraving.

Three months later

Reader’s Perspective

I was finally coming home. You had been tortured and brutally beaten, but you were finally coming home. You went off to fight a battle in Afghanistan when you disappeared shortly before many I.E.D.’s went off leaving many charred and unidentifiable bodies. Since you were nowhere to be found. You were assumed to be one of those bodies. You were found by another squad, and they rescued you. Walking into the squad room you saw the orange walls you never thought you’d miss so much.

“Hi guys.” You said, standing between Tony and Ziva’s desk. McGee looked up from his desk.

“Y/n?!” He shouted. You nodded as you saw the other agents glance up shocked. Tim and Ziva walked over, hugging you, both at the same time, cautious of your bruises. Once Tim pulled away, Ziva pulled you into a kiss. At first you were startled but you quickly fell into the kiss. Her lips soft, and sweet crashing against yours. Once you pulled away from the kiss you smiled and then said,

“You realize you did that in front of the entire team? Including my brother?”

“Y/n he knows. He’s known, when we thought you were dead, I told him. You said that you were going to when you got back from your deployment so I wanted to honor that.” You jumped as Tony hugged you from behind.

“Glad to have you back, y/n.”

“It’s good to be back.” You said.

“Y/n, listen, I didn’t want to do this here but I can’t wait. I waited and I thought I lost you. So, this may not have been my exact plan but I still wanna do this.” Ziva said, she walked over to her desk and pulled out a red velvet box from one of the drawers. She walked over to you and got down on one knee.

“What are you doing?” You asked, knowing the answer.

“Y/n I’ve loved you for years. Way longer than we’ve been dating. After three years, I was finally ready to propose. I went and got this ring, just for you before your deployment but I- I hesitated. Then you deployed and then I got news that you died. But you came back and I just knew I couldn’t waist anymore time. Y/n, will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes! Ziva David, don’t you ever hesitate again.” You said as she slipped the ring on your finger. Once the chaos was over, Gibbs walked over and pulled you into a hug. Refusing to let go of you, you smiled.

You were finally home

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Does anyone want me to add them to my tag list for all my ncis work or just for characters? I write for Tony, McGee, Ziva, Ellie, and Gibbs. I struggle with the last three so there isn’t as many but I try

Hello! So, I’m gonna change up my profile some to add marvel to it. I’ll reblog with updates

Amiss - Gibbs One-Shot

THIS WORK IS NSFW. 18+ MINORS DNI

Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Female Reader

Prompt: "I want the neighbors to hear you scream."

Tags/Warnings: Slight Language - Smut(Unprotected sex, overstimulation)

Summary: The Director finally returns from their trip for foreign business, only to find someone's belt on the floor in their office.

Word Count: 2656

A/N: Hey guys! So I got a request from an anon & @specialagentastra! They both requested a part 3 for the Gibbs one-shots "interposed." so I figured I'd combine them! Astra asked for Vance to find out what they'd done, and the anon's request gave me a perfect idea for how to make a part 3. I hope you like it! <3

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PART ONE - "Interposed" PART TWO - "Sweet & Silent"

You couldn’t get Gibbs out of your head after what had happened in the director’s office.

The thought of being with him again was something that never left your mind. He was doing the same as well, especially considering the times he’d get you alone in the elevator, in the car, damn near anywhere. The second the two of you were alone and you both knew you had time, he didn’t give you a moment of peace.

You, Gibbs, and DiNozzo were all entering the bullpen before Vance found his way to you.

From the look on his face, you could all tell that something was wrong. He stopped at the entrance of the bullpen, raising his voice.

“Jethro.”

Gibbs whipped his head around.

“My office. Now.”

You and Tony looked at each other with raised brows, wondering what was wrong. Mcgee was at his desk, his head raising as he looked to see what was happening. None of you dared to say anything, watching as Gibbs followed Vance up the steps and into his office. The second you turned around, you saw both Tony and McGee standing in front of you.

“McGee, what do you think?”

“I don’t know, Tony. What do you think?”

You tensed as you turned and went to your desk, your head hanging low.

“I think that this has something to do with when she disappeared into the office with Gibbs last week.”

When they saw your face flush red and noticed your silence, they both grinned.

McGee let out a short laugh, “Oh, it definitely does.”

“That’s none of your business. Neither of you.”

Before you could take a seat, the three of you flinched as you all heard Vance’s voice boom down from over the railing.

“Y/L/N! My office, now!”

Tony smiled at you, “Oh— McGee, it most definitely has something to do with it.” They both smiled at each other as you walked with your tail tucked between your legs, watching you as you sheepishly walked up the stairs and following Vance into his office. You closed the door behind you, seeing Gibbs standing in front of Vance’s desk as he made his way behind it.

You stared at Gibbs for a moment as he nodded to you.

“So,” Vance began, “I asked Gibbs, and I’m going to ask you, Agent Y/L/N.” He reached under his desk, dropping a belt on the surface. Your stomach dropped. You’d completely forgotten that you’d never grabbed your belt off of the floor from when you and Gibbs had— It wasn’t the time to think about that. The two of you just stared at Vance. Gibbs was straight-faced with a bit of a smirk, but you were terrified.

“Why was this on my floor?”

You looked at the belt, your body frozen as you desperately tried to think of what to say.

“Y/N.” He repeated himself, “Why was your belt on my floor?”

You weren’t sure how he knew it was your belt. You could only assume he either found some way to check, perhaps the cameras? Or he was just speculating. Either way, your reaction was all the proof he needed.

“I’m so sorry, Director. I just–”

“Please tell me you didn’t do exactly what I think the two of you did.”

Gibbs’ smirk just got a bit wider, your face turning pale.

“Son of a bitch—” He huffed, “Jethro, you– Miss Y/L/N, please step out for a moment.”

“Sir, I–”

“Step out, please.”

You sheepishly walked out of the office, your face as pale as a ghost. You weren’t sure if you were about to lose your job.

It felt like an eternity that you were standing outside of his office. In reality, it had only been about three minutes. You were pacing and panicking, afraid of what was going to happen. Were you going to be fired? Was Gibbs going to lose his job because of you? There were a ton of different things going through your mind.

The second you heard the door open, you felt relief run through you as you realized it was Gibbs.

Vance didn’t come out, Gibbs just closing the door behind him.

“Gibbs?” You anxiously stepped towards him, “What happened? Am I going to be fired? What’re–” You were quickly interrupted before your nervous rambling got any further. He had pulled you close to him, pressing his lips to your as he gently kissed you. When he leaned back, you could see that smirk on his face again.

“We’re fine.” He reassured you, “You’re fine. I dealt with it.”

“What did you do?”

“Called in an old favor.” Gibbs let you go, walking off. You followed him back to the bullpen, entirely confused. You didn’t know what to think. An old favor?

- - - - -

Afterward, everyone went about their day.

Any time that Tony or McGee brought up what had happened with the director, Gibbs would do his usual head-slap and tell them to focus. You’d never seen him smack them so much. It wasn’t until you’d gotten off work that you saw the relic of the century. A text message from Gibbs. You thought it was a myth. As you read it, you were a bit thrown off. When you saw it was a text you were wondering if it was somebody impersonating him who didn’t realize he had no idea how to use a phone, however, it didn’t take you long to realize that the misspelled words and the thrown in numbers were in fact from him.

It took you a minute to realize what he was saying, eventually realizing he had said ‘My House, 8 pm.’

What did he want you at his house for? Was it something to do with what happened with the director?

You spent the next three hours mentally panicking about what was going to happen. Building up the confidence, you finally got ready to go. You headed out to your car, taking a drive that felt like it was a year long. It took you at least five minutes to gain the courage to get out of your car and get to his door. You were about to knock before you saw that it was open.

“Gibbs…?” You anxiously called out, stepping into the house and closing the door behind you.

“In here.”

You followed his voice into the living room. It was probably the coziest sight you ever did see. Gibbs was leaned back on his couch, a few blankets, some pillows. He’d even brought that old TV out of his basement. A fire was crackling away in the fireplace, a small bouquet of roses on the table.

“Gibbs–”

“Jethro.” He smiled as he corrected you.

“I– Jethro…” You gave a short, nervous laugh as you looked at everything once again. “What is all this?”

Jethro slowly stood from the couch, carefully looking you over as he stepped toward you. His smile remained as he reached forward, grabbing your hands.

“Every single time we’ve been together, it was high stakes, you had to be quiet– had to hide how you felt.” He gently squeezed your hands, “You deserve better than that.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

One of the many things making you smile was how considerate he was being, another being that you’d never heard him say so many words in a row. You gave a small gasp as he suddenly pulled you closer, your body pressed against his. His hand was pressed against your waist as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. You loved when he did it. It always made you feel so appreciated.

As expected, it wasn’t long until you were swept off your feet. He carefully laid you back onto the couch, making sure your head was on a pillow. Sure, it wasn’t a bed, but you knew that without a fireplace or the TV that it wouldn’t have felt like something Gibbs would do.

He was much more gentle, not being as rushed as he was before.

“How’d you get Vance off our backs?” You asked again, genuinely curious as to how he’d gotten the two of you out of heaps of trouble.

“Like I said, called in a favor. Owed me from a while back, brought it up, he didn’t say anything else.” Gibbs just smiled as he carefully lifted your shirt over your head. You raised your arms, letting him pull it off and drop it on the floor beside the couch.

You didn’t ask anything else, the two of you just being quiet as he continued undressing you.

He was treating you like you were made of glass.

His calloused hands carefully grazed over your skin, his eyes trailing every inch of you as he took in the view of your body. He still had that smirk on his face.

You bashfully smiled as he leaned in, placing a small kiss right at the base of your neck. He began to trail down, putting one after the other as he made a line down the center of your torso. You did your best to be quiet out of instinct. Every place you’d done it beforehand was public, or at least partially public. It was out of habit that you had to stay quiet now.

Jethro eventually sat up, looking down at you once again.

Your face was blushed a light red as you met his eyes, that smile still on your face. You didn’t move, awkwardly resting your hands on your stomach. Usually, you would jump at the chance to touch him. But tonight was different. You felt nervous. Despite how excited you were to finally not have to worry about being caught, you were now worried that perhaps you wouldn’t be good enough.

Gibbs took the time to undress as well, now looming over you as you laid on his couch. He eventually leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, then leaning down a bit more to press his lips to yours.

You reluctantly raised your hands, holding his head as you returned the eager kisses.

You let out a gasp as he suddenly pushed inside of you.

He started out slow, his hand finding its way to your hip, the other pressing against the armrest of the couch to support himself. You couldn’t keep in the small whimpers when he gradually gained speed. He was still going a bit slow and steady, but it was enough that it had you wriggling.

Jethro’s thumb gently slid side to side, lovingly massaging your hip as he went on.

Your legs rested around his waist as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He eventually stopped kissing you, tilting his head as he began kissing your jaw and neck.

Your whimpering turned into faint moans as he sped up once again, now going at a pace that had the all-too-familiar feeling building up in your core. You tightened your legs around his waist, hugging him tighter as well. He continued to speed up, the faint sound of clapping going throughout his living room only to be drowned out by the crackling fire and the low volume of the old movie on the television.

His skin was hot against yours.

You could feel the heat in your face as you had blushed.

Gibbs kept on, building in speed until the faint clapping of skin had turned into outright smacking. His hips were crashing into yours as he railed you into the couch, his breathing heavy and hot against the curve of your neck. Even then, you were still desperate to stay quiet.

“You don’t have to be quiet anymore.” He assured you.

You were about to apologize before he had kissed you again, his hand giving your hip a gentle squeeze before he pulled away to speak again.

“I want the neighbors to hear you scream.”

You felt your heart begin to race as the heat in your core was beginning to burst. You didn’t think you’d get there so quickly, but there was just something about the way he spoke, the way he treated you. He never failed when it came to that.

Just as he’d said, you slowly allowed yourself to let loose.

Even though you’d tried to hold out for him, you couldn’t. The building feeling in your core was spilling over like a glass that was still being filled. Your gasps grew into moans as your legs started to shake. You could tell that he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. In fact, he only grew faster, harder, not giving you a chance to breathe. You whimpered between each moan as your arms wrapped tighter around his back, your nails lightly digging into his skin and leaving long, red lines all over his backside.

“J-Jethro…!” You cried out.

When you called his name, it only enticed him to keep it up, even going farther. Your body was getting overwhelmed. You could hardly see straight as he continued to pound into you, his breathing getting heavy as well.

“I—” You gasped again, “G-Gibbs…!”

“Jethro.” He smirked as he corrected you again.

“Fuck…!” You moaned louder and louder, “J-Jee– Jehh..!” It was getting to the point that you could hardly form words. He kept up the pace, his own orgasm growing closer, only pushing him to be rougher and more determined. The overstimulation was definitely overwhelming your body as your legs began to feel weak.

It didn’t take long before your eyes rolled back a bit, your body trembling as your hips started to involuntarily thrust, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. You couldn’t hold back any of the moans that escaped your throat, practically screams at this point.

He slammed into you a few more times before eventually finishing himself, emptying into you.

Gibbs panted against your shoulder, his breath hot, heavy.

He recovered a lot faster than you did, just sitting there as he waited for your body to calm. Reaching forward, he gently brushed your hair out of your face. Gibbs softly smiled down at you as you finally calmed.

“How’d it feel?” He grinned, “Finally being able to let loose?”

“I-If anything y-you let loose.” You really had to try in order to keep your sentence straight. You were still seeing stars at this point.

Throughout the rest of the night, Gibbs didn’t let you get off the couch. Not that you could, anyway. He had wiped your body down with a damp washcloth, showering you with kisses any chance he got. By the end of the night, the two of you were snuggled up on the couch. He was lying on his back, letting you rest partially on top of him, your head comfortably resting on his chest.

- - - - -

By the next morning, you had woken up to the wonderful smell of bacon and eggs. You sat up on the couch, seeing that Gibbs was now in the kitchen, just wearing his boxers as he stood by the stove, cooking. You were about to ask how he slept, but you flinched as you heard his front door swing open.

“Hey, boss? You here?” It was Tony, McGee right behind him.

“We got a case, haven’t been answering your phone. And Y/L/N isn’t—”

The two of them froze as they saw you sitting on Gibbs’ couch, nude, clothes strewn across the floor. Your heart practically stopped as you hurriedly wrapped yourself in one of the blankets on the couch.

They were frozen in place, staring at you in shock. It got worse as Gibbs had walked out of the kitchen, holding two plates of breakfast. He stared at them with his usual famous Gibbs glare, daring them to say something about you being there in these circumstances.

You knew that the second Gibbs wasn’t around, you wouldn’t hear the end of it from them.

Even then, it was worth it if it meant you could be with Gibbs.

I’m serious. Ask, I’m bored.

♡ asks ♡

 Do you have freckles? 

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 

What was the last song you listened to? 

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? 

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? 

Do you prefer drawing or writing? 

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? 

What’s your favorite band/artist? 

When is your birthday? 

How tall are you? 

What color are your eyes? 

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 

Fears? 

What’s your favorite color? 

What’s your favorite season? 

Want any tattoos? What of? 

Want any piercings? Where? 

Who is the last person you texted? 

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? 

What/who do you miss? 

How was your day today? 

How much sleep did you get last night? 

Do you believe in aliens? 

When was the last time you cried? Why? 

What’s your favorite decade? 

What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? 

How are you, really? 

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? 

What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? 

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? 

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? 

What’s your favorite flower? 

Do you currently have a squish? 

Do you like your middle name? 

Do you prefer dogs or cats? 

Do you have any phobias? 

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? 

What’s your favorite cartoon? 

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many? 

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 

Is there anyone you would die for? 

What do you need when you’re sad? 

Have you memorized your phone number? 

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? 

What does your last text say? 

Wild Card. Any question, ask away. 

OH MY GOD!! I LOVE THIS! 😭❤️🥺

A beating

Your now ex boyfriend had beaten you, again. And this time, the bruises had blood appearing from them. You hadn’t told anyone about the abuse from him. Why would you? He had threatened your life.

“Enough is ENOUGH, Dylan!” You has shouted at him, his back turned to you. You were both in the middle of a heat fight. Finally, courage rising from you in the early hours of the morning. You pulled your gun from the holster, pointing it at him. “Enough is enough” you whisper. A sound caught his ear. The very sound of you cocking that gun. His face changed.

“Try me” you say tilting your head to the side, baring your teeth. You were covered in bruises and blood. Your eye black and purple. You had a faint idea of what the rest of your body looked like. “Get out... Get out... GET OUT!!!” You began to scream. Dylan quickly left the house. Slamming the door.

Back at NCIS HQ~

“DiNozzo, have you seen Stone?”

“Mmm, no boss” he barely looked from his computer. Gibbs threw his hands up and walked to Ducky who was speaking to Abby.

“Ducky, Stone?” He made a desperate attempt to find his daughter. Ducky shook his head, worrying Gibbs. The doctor was always the first to see Stone in the morning. She loved his stories. Jethro ran to Abbys lab.

“Gibbs?” She asked carefully.

“Stone? Have you seen her?” Abby shook her head. And watched as the man disappeared, curious as to what was going on.

When Gibbs returned to his desk his phone rang. The team spun in their chairs, awaiting to see who it was.

“I’ll be right there.” His face fell downward. “DiNozzo, go to Stones house and check up on her. Maybe she slept through her alarm.” DiNozzo nodded, a smile on his face. Oh, how he just LOVED Stone. He’s loved her for years.

Your House~

DiNozzo knocked on the door. Ready to be met with the ugly face of your boyfriend. Instead, he didn’t get a response. He listened. Listening closely, he heard crying. He burst through the door. Running to the source of the crying. To find you, on the floor, bleeding. Pathetically trying to clean up.

“Hey, hey, hey” he whispered to you. You fell into his arms, tears still streaming down your face. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” The Italian spike softly, stroking your hair sweetly. He stood from you and left you.

He returned a few minutes later with bandages, a rag, and a bowl of warm water. He lightly tugged at the hem of your shirt. As you stood you pulled off your bloody clothing. He hoisted you up onto the counter. Dipping the rag into the water.

“ Off the Florida Keys, there's a place called Kokomo” he sang lightly as he dabbed at your face, making sure he got all the spaces. “That's where you want to go to get away from it all

Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand” a small smile appeared on your lips. This was one of your favourite songs, without a doubt.

“We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band

Down in Kokomo” he sang in almost a whisper as he began to dab low on your body, getting a sensitive area on your rib cage. As you hissed, and sucked air in through your teeth you sang:

“Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take you to

Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama” you wanted so badly to push Tony away, but instead, you both finished the song.

Time Skip~

Gibbs looked at his daughter as Tony held onto her. A frown and lines scattered across his aged face. The heart wrench as he saw the bruises on her face.

“Baby girl” he dropped all he was doing and ran to you. Encasing you in a hug. Tears fell down each of your cheeks. “Let’s get you to Ducky” you nodded.

“Well, hello, Stone” Ducky said as you sat on the cold table in your Nike sports bra and sliding shorts. You gave a weak smile. He tapped your shoulder twice, you obediently laid back as Gibbs stood in the corner, hand over his mouth, speaking to Tony. They kept looking over at you frequently.

“What’s the damage?” Gibbs asked Ducky.

“A few cracked ribs, a few deep cuts, she’ll have a scar on her rib cage. But, other than that, Gibbs, she’s okay.” Ducky pat his shoulder. Gibbs stood in front of you. Legs spread, and his hands on his hips.

“Stone, what’s going on?” Gibbs asked. The rest of the team slowly gathering around. These are the people you’ve known for years.

“Daddy, he hits me.” You spoke softly. “He beats me, has sex, beats me more.”

“Oh, baby” Gibbs whispered wrapping you in a hug. “It’s okay, it’ll all be okay” you nodded, tears beginning to fall again. “Hey, lets go get him.”

Time skip~

You were all in front of his place of work. A SWAT team, and the NCIS, the best pair. You heard thrashing and yelling as Dylan was being taken. Passerby’s gathering around, employees exiting the building.

“Oh, i gonna fuckin kill ya now, Stone. I’m gonna bury your ass in the ground.” He kept talking as you turned to Gibbs.

“Has he been read his rights?”

“Yep.” You both turned to him still shouting and cursing.

“Hey, DiNozzo, careful now, she’s a slut” Dylan called. DiNozzo- who was standing next to you- ran to Dylan and began punching him. Gibbs ran to pull him off.

“Call her a slut again, and i won’t be so kind next time, Dylan” DiNozzo said, allowing himself to be pulled away.

“I’m gonna go home. Pack my stuff up, and hit an apartment.” You sag turning.

“You Can stay with me?” DiNozzo offered. I have a lot of space and not enough juman life to share it... rent free.” He smiled. You leapt into his arms, laughing. As he held you up, you stopped laughing, leaning down slowly.

“I- I love you, Tony DiNozzo” you whisper, before pressing your lips onto his.

“Umm hmm, i love you too!” He replies happily. Walking off in the sunset.

~The End~