#ncis x reader
Yandere!Tony Dinozzo Would Include
Request - hello love!! could i please request some yandere anthony dinozzo x fem!reader headcanons? it can get as dark as you want ❤️ thank you so so much!
[ I love that guy ]
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- You met him by accident
- Like literally you smacked into this poor man on the street
- His only quip was to not text and walk
- But after that moment he found himself constantly on that same street
- Hoping to see you again
- The next time you meet he’s the one to bump into you
- You say the exact thing he said last time
- “What a coincidence”
- He’d smile, claiming that it was like fate that you two met again
- Being the charmer he is, he scored your number
- In his phone, you’re “the one”
- And in yours, he’s “secret agent” after he’d told you what he does for work
- He knows where you live before ever being there
- It’s just so he can look out for you, keep you safe
- When you two date he’s got you convinced instantly to give him a key just in case “God forbid” anything ever happened
- He does routine checks on you, making sure that everything’s “A-okay”
- All in all the man would be hella possessive and protective
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- “are you jealous?”
- “come on. we’ll do it together.”
- “you two would make such a cute couple!”
- “how did you know i’d be here?”
- “there’s someone here to see you..”
- “well, that killed the mood.”
- “i doesn’t work like that.” “it does now.”
- “can i have a hug?”
- “isn’t this the part where we kiss..?”
- “i don’t care what they do, they can hang out with whoever they want.” “right. even if it’s (name)?” “come again?”
- “yep, they’re dead.” “they’re right there!”
- “kiss me.”
- “stop telling me you’re fine!”
- “does your mom know where you are?”
- “please don’t leave.”
- “it’s been a while since i’ve seen you wear your own sweatshirt..”
- “have you ever had a rational thought? ever?”
- “what if we just went to bed instead?”
- “let’s play a game!” “i hate games.”
- “get a new excuse.”
- “so.. you lied.”
- “i miss them.”
- “hands off.”
- “do you believe in soulmates?”
- “i don’t believe that for a second.”
- “you’re mine.”
- “is that my shirt?”
- “what do i need to do to prove my love?”
- “it’s okay, im here.”
- “why are you so warm?”
- “you’re slow today.”
- “you look better in it anyway.”
- “can i kiss you?”
- “do you want to talk about it?”
- “i think im falling in love with you and it terrifies me.”
- “i said it once, and i’ll say it again: i don’t care.”
- “don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.”
- “sorry, your eyes distracted me, what were you saying?”
- “don’t say it.”
- “i really like flowers.”
- “you shouldn’t be awake right now.” “okay, hypocrite.”
- “why did you..?” “i told you i’d do anything to keep you safe.”
- “you’re not going to lose me.”
- “why didn’t you tell me?”
- “i don’t know if i can just be friends with you anymore.”
- “just.. come here.”
- “why would i do that?” “out of the kindness of your heart..?”
- “im gonna need popcorn for this one..”
- “you know there’s a storm outside, right?”
- “you have to stop doing this. im running out of bandages.”
- “i wish we were more than that.”
- “you were going to leave.”
- “you look hungry.”
- “i thought you didn’t have feelings for me?”
- “no one deserves to be alone.”
- “whose shirt is that?”
- "do you know what knocking is?”
- “im sorry. i can’t.”
- “i’ll stay as long as you need me.”
- “you should take a break.”
- “if we get caught.. im blaming you.”
- “im not scheming, im thinking.”
- “sorry, i didn’t mean to walk in on.. whatever this is..”
- “don’t act like you don’t love being here.” “i love being here when im getting paidfor being here.”
- “your wish is my command.”
- “admit it; you’re addicted to me.”
- “that’s not what i meant and you know it!”
- “i have loyalties. im not going to apologize for that.”
- “look what we have here..”
- “im gonna kill them.”
- “come on, i’ll carry you.”
- “sometimes you just have to walk away.”
- “no, don’t leave yet..”
- “i told you we’d meet again.”
- “beautiful, right?”
- “i know i shouldn’t, but im falling in love with you.”
- “friends don’t do this.”
- “you bought this for me? ..why?”
- “do you even remember last night?”
- “you can cry, but not in front of them.”
- “i just like the sound of your voice.”
- “their pupils literally turn into hearts when they look at you!”
- “i know you’re in pain, but there’s an ice cream truck outside right now.”
- “i think you’re drunk.”
- “you play piano?!”
- “i feel safe in your arms.”
- “apologies won’t make the pain go away.”
- “you made this?”
- “it’s a little late.. you should just stay.”
- “i don’t even remember how this started.”
- “that wasn’t a dream?”
- “no one saw me!”
- “you know, you’re starting to sound like my father.”
- “they don’t forget anything.”
- “i think i could fall in love with you.” “don’t.”
- “you’re not a bad person, so stop saying that.”
- “do you like them..?”
- “you just always have to get what you want, don’t you?”
- “are you new around here?”
- “oh my god, they know my name.”
REPEAT PLEASE
NCIS Imagine
AN: Thank you so much for this request, I really enjoyed writing this <3
Request: Imagine being an agent and you get a call from an insurance company giving you the name of suspect and it’s Russian, you try to spell it but you keep asking them to say it again. Before you just have them spell it out, meanwhile the team is just staring at you.
You were exhausted. You hadn’t slept in…yeah. You didn’t know. Your body was running on black bitter coffee that wasn’t even hot anymore. You collapsed on the chair behind your desk, exhaling loudly. Tony looked up immediatly and smirked. “Already tired?”
You just shot him a glare which made him duck his head before he would die.
He shouldn’t make such a comment. Sitting in the office all day, pretending to work on his computer when he did not have a single idea how to solve this case. He had probably used the time where Gibbs and you were away to check a potencial suspect to close his eyes and enjoy the quiet hours before the boss came back. At least he looked like he had just woken up. Good for him Gibbs didn’t return with you because he promised to bring a new cup of coffee.
“Leave her alone, Tony. She’s been working, you know.”
McGee snapped back.
You turned on your computer. Your eyes protested at the bright light and you closed your eyes shortly to ease the burn. Leaning back you tried to figure out your next steps. All leads had resultet in a dead end and you wouldn’t wanna risk Gibbs mood to turn bad any longer.
Ziva came back from what has probably been the toilet.
She came to a stop in front of your desk, watching you curiously. “Anything successfull?”
You shook your head. “No. She didn’t do it. But there was something-”
It must’ve looked to Ziva as if a lightbulb just lightened up above your head. Your eyes widened and you couldn’t hold back a satisfied smile. Zivas eyebrows lifted.
“Y/N. What is it?”
Your fingers immediatly found your keyboard and suddenly your burning eyes were glued to the screen.
“The insurance number…” You murmured. The web told you the number of the insurance company and your fingers reached for the phone typing in the number quickly.
As you listened to the nerve-dying waiting-music and impatiently tapped with your fingers on the top of your desk Gibbs returned from his coffee-run, placing a cup of your favourite liquid on your desk and slipped out of his coat before taking a seat behind his desk.
Gibbs had just started interrogating Tony about his progress when finally a female voice appeared on the other end of the line.
“Good Morning, how can I help you?”
“Hello, this is Special Agent Y/L/N from NCIS. I need to assign an insurance number.”
“NCIS? What does that stand for?”
You sighed. “Naval Criminal Investigative Service.”
There was a moment of silence. She was probably searching the Internet to see if this authority actually existed. Sad.
“Okay Agent Y/L/N. If you could tell me the number?”
You told her everything she needed to know whereupon she politely told you to “Please wait a moment.”
Your whole attention concentrated on finding that voice in your ear again. You nervously chewed on your lower lip. A bad habit.
“Okay Miss Y/L/N. The number is assigned to a certain AndrejKudrjawzew.”
Your heart skipped a beat. Russian. Now it all made sense. You rushed to grab a piece of paper and a pencil.
“Could you repeat the name please?”
“AndrejKudrjawzew.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite understand. I think there was a noise in the line. Please repeat another time.”
“An-drej Ku-drjaw-zew.”
You huffed. “I’m really sorry. One last time please.”
“His name is An-drej Ku-drjaw-zew.” From the tone of her voice you could tell that if you’d ask her to repeat one more time, she would simply yell it into the speaker.
You allowed yourself a moment of rest and looked upward. You almost felt from the chair when ypu were confronted with four pairs of amused eyes. You instantly felt your cheeks heat up and you avoided being under their emberassing watch for any longer. Focussing on the empty piece of paper in front of you again it was almost painful to ask again.
“Could you just spell it out for me, please?”
An annoyed sigh from the other end of the line made you cringe. The women spelled it out for you extra slowly and you could tell that she was more than relieved when you wished her a good afternoon and said goodbye.
You teared your note from the blog and jumped up your chair. “Good news?” Gibbs blue eyes pierced into yours. Still that damn smirk on his face along with DiNozzos.
“Got him. His name is-” Before you could emberass yourself any further Gibbs stole the note out of your hands and read it out loud. “Andrej Kudrjawzew.”
You cleared your throat quietly. “Exactly.”
Smirking he grabbed his coat. “Let’s go.”
The team grabbed their stuff and rushed to the elevator.
Tony bumped into your side softly and grinned.
“Troubles getting the name right, doll?”
“Shut up, DiNozzo.”
I’m convinced Gibbs is a master at dirty talk without saying more than 4 words in a row or even saying anything at all
NIGHTS WORTH LIVING FOR
This is part 1 [There will be a part 2!]
GET YOUR HEADPHONES, TURN THE VOLUME UP AS HIGH AS YOU CAN AND PUT THIS ON REPEAT WHILE YOU READ:
Warnings/tags : kissing, making-out
Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x reader
Imagine this:
It is one of those moments you recollect yourself. Your sins absorb the impression of the night. Bright lights decorate the dance floor. People feeling the need to forget the trouble of life moving their bodys to the rhytm. The drummer hitting his instruments like his life depended on it, losing several ounces of sweat. The brown haired man next to him playing the strings of his guitar with a passion that is worth living for.
The nikotine polluted air lets your eyes burn and your ears hurt from the volume of the music. Despite that you’re enjoying it. Probably because of it. Your eyes dart around, watching people have the time of their lives. It provides you with a kind of happy feeling. The serotonin making you feel lightheaded and an exciting feeling spreads in your stomach.
You just returned from the toilet where the with red lipstick smeared mirror had told you to make the most out of this night. You had reapplied your lipstick. Pressing it onto the mirroring surface you wrote a message to the world.
Taking a last look on yourself you closed your hand bag again and stepped out the door, the dump sound of joy turning into a clear baging loud noise again.
The heavy smoke wandered through the room and your eyes scanned the bar, which was perfectly set in scene by the bluish light strips. Your eyes wandered past a blonde and a brunette man, both broad shouldered and they were just taking another shot of tequila. Next to them a beautiful women with wavy hair sat on the stool elegantly, legs crossed. Her lipstick was as red as the dress she wore and it looked like she was born right out of hot fire. The man next to her had a hand on her thigh and was just as handsome. He just ran his fingers selfconciously through his dark hair and pushed another glass, of what seemed like wiskey, to the women which she gratefully grabbed with her red-colored nails.
The couple was followed by three girls laughing and taking selfies. Obviously doing this just to proove the world of the internet what an amazing life they had. Two boys on their left tried to get their attention with asking if they could make a photo. Between them and the next customer there was a free place and without thinking you ran your fingers through your hair and made your way through the cheering crowd.
When you arrived at the bar you sat down and lifted your arm to ask the bartender for a drink.
The (also) handsome man in front of you needed to bend a little towards you. The music was so loud you needed bring your lips close to his ear for him to understand something. He nodded and took a glass out of the shelve, starting to work kn your order. You turned to your left and your mouthwrinkels curled in amusement when you watched the two boys still trying to get the girls group to notice them.
You didn’t really know how long you had watched the scene, but when you turned to the bar again you accidentally hit something cold and just like in slowmotion you saw the glass fall, the liquid spilling onto surface and hitting the arm of your right neighbour. Before you could react in any way, a rough hand put your now empty drink upright again and reached for a paper towel. He cleaned his elbow with it and as you lifted your face his blue eyes hit you.
It was as if time stood still for a little moment. The color of his irises was of an ice blue you hadn’t seen before. The silver shining hair was lightened by the blue lights of the bar and in combination with the light smirk appearing on his handsome face your brain instantly decided everything he’d do tonight would be an incredible turn on for you.
“Sorry!” you yelled against the loud music in your ears.
He murmured something. You could just lipread a little and came to the conclusion he had said that “It’s okay.”
He lifted his muscular arm and signed for the bartender to come over. The two man had a silent conversation and you guessed he had just ordered a new drink for you.
“Thank you.” You blessed him with a smile of yours.
“You here alone?” You could feel his eyes on your lips, trying to figure out what you had just said. You may or may not have spoken extra quietly, so he needed to bend towards you to understand something. A mix of sawdust and coffee dazed your sins and as you brought your lips to his ear, accidentallystroking against it’s shell, you needed a moment to swallow down the sudden knot in your throat before you could say something.
“Did you come alone?”
I asked him, this time more loudly.
To your dissapointment he leaned back again but luckily his scent still lingered in the air. His deep blue eyes sparkled mischievously and his smirk widened. It looked like he needed to think about his answer for a moment but then he leaned forward. This time it was his turn to brush his lips against the shell of your ear. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine. He had hardly spoken a word yet and you would already do anything for him. What will that lead to? You didn’t care, honestly.
His voice was raspy in just the right amount and the double meaning words, that arrived in the dazed instanz that was your brain, sent something hot directly between your legs.
“I usually don’t.”
You swallowed hard and felt your cheeks heat up.
Oh Y/N. You felt like it was high school again. It was emberassing how he had turned you into a voiceless girly just with three words. Emberassing.
But he certainly looked pleased with the look on your face he catched when he leaned back again, pushing the drink he had ordered you, which the bartender had just placed in front of you, closer to you, signing you to take a sip.
His icy blues didn’t let your eyes go when you brought your lips to the glass, taking a sip. Just after a little the liquid burned down your throat. It drove tears in your eyes and he laughed. You caughed a little, putting the glass back on the counter.
Bourbon had never been your thing.
He leaned in again. “Not used to this?”
You shook your head and rushed to take in his addicting scent again. “Bourbon’s too much for me.”
He grinned lightly, lifting his hands.
“Shame.”
You stared at him for a moment when he turned to the counter again. This man was too much for you.
You tucked on his polo shirt lightly. You wanted to ask, but when you opened your mouth nothing came out. Your voice was stolen by his eyes practically looking into your soul. You swallowed again, trying to loosen the knot in your throat.
He turned to you again, enjoying your facial expression with a slight smile. He leaned toward you. But this time not to say something in your ear. He stopped, just inches in feont of your lips. He licked his and seemed to study your face. “Yes, you can.”
Your eyebrows expressed your confusion. He chuckled.
“What’s your name?”
“Y/N.”
He smiled. “I said, yes Y/N. You can kiss me.”
You blushed. How could he possibly…? Nevermind. You would take the chance before he changed his mind.
You closed your eyes and just when you wanted to move forward he already pressed his lips to yours. They were softer than you’d have imagined. It was a sweet kiss. He took his time, not forcing you into something and giving you the opportunity to pull away the whole time.
When you pulled away, not because you wanted to but damn, your lungs needed air, his eyes had darkened. He waited for you to make a move this time and you didn’t plan on waiting.
Immediatly after your lungs filled with air you connected your lips with his again, eager to taste him. You wanted to get a taste of this man. You wanted to know what he tasted like. He only allowed you a second to explore him, because when you felt the rough skin of his hand gently force your face forward you opened your mouth automatically any he took full advantage of it, instantly dominating your kiss. His tongue explored your mouth hungrily and you couldn’t help but moan.
You placed your hand on the back of his neck, feeling his short hair between your fingers. His other hand was now placed on the former empty side of your face, making you surrender entirely to him. He tasted deliciously like Bourbon and coffee and adding the way he took control made the butterflies in your stomach explode. Your heart was pounding so fast you heard it beating to the rhytm of the drums. You ran your heart through his thin silver hair and your heart skipped a beat when you felt him moan into the kiss.
This time he was the first one to pull away. You were both panting. He unexpectedly grabbed your hand thightly and stood up.
“Come with me.”
He pulled you through the dancing crowd.
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Aaron Hotchner
Drunk on You-Hotch gets a little too drunk on a night out with the team. Of course, this means lots of cuddles, kisses, and one very clingy Aaron Hotchner.
My Person-You have recently grown very close to your unit chief, and have developed some feelings. Is an undercover kiss what it takes for you to admit how you feel?
Desperate-You go on yet another failed date and just accept the fact that you aren’t good enough for anyone. Hotch, your closest friend, sees this and tries to tell you otherwise, but for you, its too hard to believe.
Agent Vs. Aaron-Agent Hotchner may be the strong unit chief who never smiles, but at home there is a whole different Aaron ready to kiss the night away ;)
I’m Here, I’ve Got You-You’ve always had a fear of thunderstorms, but have hi it well. What happens when you get stuck at Hotch’s during a thunderstorm and he insists you stay?
Worth It, So Worth It-Aaron notices your self harm and steps in to show you just how worth it you really are to him
What was I saying?-You and Aaron are fighting over the dumbest thing and he is tired of the back and forth banter. He decides to shut you up the best way he knows how to.
Jethro Gibbs
Jealousy Jealousy-You flirt for the fun of it at a bar and catch a certain someone’s eye. What happens when Gibbs jealousy gets the better of him, and he steps in?
Speechless-You tell your husband your pregnant. He is quite literally speechless.
The Final Mrs. Gibbs-Gibbs has been married one too many times, but he wants to do it one more time around. Has he found the final Mrs. Gibbs?
I’ll Hold You When You Need It Most-A case hits a little too close to home and the only person who can seem to help you is the one and only Leroy Jethro Gibbs
David Rossi
Cold Shoulder-A tough case leads Rossi to shutting out everything and everyone. What happens when you get stuck sharing a room with him and he breaks down?
There She Goes-Rossi is utterly infatuated with you and can’t get you out of his head. He is finally exactly as he wants and couldn’t be happier as he watches you walk down the aisle.
Tony Dinozzo
Don’t Leave Me-A lucky shot may just cost you your life. Tony holds onto you for as long as he can, but even he knows he can’t stop the inevitable.
