For the Anon who requested 21 and 41 with Gibbs “I think I’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.” “Quick, kiss me.”
“We lost him?” McGee panted as you two came to a stop, having chased your killer from one side of campus to the other, losing him in a crowd of party goers downtown. Your killer was a student targeting former Marines who had come back to college to finish their education after their service.
“I’ll call Gibbs.” You grumbled, picking up your phone and dialing. You told him your location and he said that they were on their way to meet you and you’d all regroup and move from there. You and Tim stayed where you were, making light conversation but you couldn’t shake a feeling, and the hairs on the back of your neck kept prickling.
“Do you feel like we’re being watched?” You whispered, tugging slightly on McGee’s sleeve. He rolled his eyes at you.
“No.” He stated, pulling his arm away from you, and successfully removing his sleeve from your nervous hands.
“McGee!” You whined slightly giving him a look, “Someone is watching us, I can feel it.”
“What can you feel?” The voice came from directly behind you and you squeaked jumping and turning around, hands going up.
“Not funny DiNozzo!” You glared, punching his arm. Gibbs smirked at him,
“At least you weren’t wrong.” He offered and you rolled your eyes.
“No it was not you two, I just have a really bad feeling, okay?”
“You always have a bad feeling.” Gibbs teased and you crossed your arms over your chest frustrated.
“I’m serious!” Gibbs opened his mouth to answer you, but then his eyes widened and suddenly he was launching himself towards you, there was a loud bang, and you were both on the ground.
In seconds McGee was pulling Gibbs off of you and flipping him onto his back, and that’s when you noticed the blood all over the two of you. The source? His shoulder.
“Gibbs!” You cried, hands pressing to the wound, “McGee?”
“It was Louis, he shot and us, Ziva and Tony are chasing him down, worry about Gibbs.” You nodded your head, putting as much pressure on the wound as your could.
“I’ll be fine (Y/N) It’s a shoulder wound. Just don’t let me bled out.” He instructed and you couldn’t help the little laugh, even when he was the one shot he was still calling the shots… pun not intended.
“I don’t let anything happen to you.” You promised, giving him a tight smile. Gibbs winced slightly.
“McGee, walk away for a minute.”
“McGee.” He barked, and that was not a voice you were able to argue with. McGee got up and took a few paces away, turning his back to you.
“Gibbs?” You asked unsure, his hand came up, gripping your shoulder, then moving to the back of your neck, you watched him, cheeks heating up.
“Can I come back?” McGee called, and you rolled your eyes, looking back down at Gibbs.
“Quick,” He whispered, “kiss me… I might die after all.”
“Don’t say that.” You whispered leaning down to kiss Gibbs gently like you’d done many times before. But never in such a dangerous situation, and never this close to your team.
“I think I’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.” You whispered, sniffling back a few tears and he frowned, hand coming down to wipe the tears away.
“Why does it terrify you?”
“Because I can’t lose you this soon after saying that.”
“(Y/N)” Gibbs smiled. “I love you too. You are not losing me.”
001. the way the world smells at sunrise, with dew heavy on the grass and in the air, a chill starting to leave with the sunlight. 002. stardust and moonbeams and sunlight, clouds crossing the night sky and covering constellations temporarily only to be scattered by the wind. 003. the way your mother cries sometimes when she hugs you, and the way that seeing her cry always, always, makes you cry too. 004. running in the middle of a field with your arms wide open in a ballgown not meant for running, the fabric streaming out behind you, spinning, spinning, spinning. 005. when everyone around you says that you cannot, that you must not, that you should not, you stand and lift your chin and say that you will.
001. wandering star / poliça. 002. sons & daughters / allman brown ft. liz lawrence. 003. once upon another time / sara bareilles. 004. burn / phillpa soo ( hamilton cast ). 005. don’t let me go / raign.
I wanna read fanfics where they slam each other against a wall and hard-fuck each other in the most dirty ways possible while also having mini tickle fights after slow kisses and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ear do you feel me?
He was above you, his shirt on the floor, his pants undone.
Shu’s hair covered one of his eyes as he looked down at you, he was the personification of sex to you.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you pulled him down to kiss again. His tongue swirled with yours, forceful and needy.
Your hands were in his hair, and after spending the last half hour that you were more than sure you was ready for this, you bravely helped him out of his pants.
Your nightdress was now being removed and you shyly look up at him through your long lashes. He admired your body, even the scars that many accidents from the farm had left. His mouth moved lower, placing loving kisses along your neck, chest and stomach.
You gasp and watch carefully.
He was being so tender and gentle.
'How do you feel?’ He whispers.
'Good.. so good.’ You breath and gasp still amazed at the hot tingles traveling lower through your body.
You find yourself so desperate for him, you watch him play with your body.
'My prince.. is this all you plan to do?’ You tease him.
Shu gasps and laughs, 'Oh, I plan to do a lot more.’
His hand gently pulls on your lace panties and moves them to the side, you watch him move away and as you lose sight of him you give a loud gasp and groan. His warm tongue plays with your wetness.
He teases you more, loving the sounds you gave him.
His fingers now joined in the play, finding your entrance, he very slowly eased it inside you.
You hold onto the sheets behind you, gasping at this new pleasure.
Shu is delighted how sensitive you are and moves his finger more. Watching you struggle and groan he feels himself, he’s so hard. How long could he last?
'Do you want me now?’ He says in a deep husky voice.
'Yes! Please!’ You gasp.
Shu happily moves above you, he pulls his underwear down quickly and you bite your lip as you note how big he is.
Will that even fit?!
'Are you ready my love?’ He whispers in your ear.
“In my night, so brief, alas The wind is about to meet the leaves. My night so brief is filled with devastating anguish Hark! Do you hear the whisper of the shadows? This happiness feels foreign to me. I am accustomed to despair.
There, in the night, something is happening The moon is red and anxious. And, clinging to this roof That could collapse at any moment, The clouds, like a crowd of mourning women, Await the birth of the rain. One second, and then nothing. Behind this window, The night trembles And the earth stops spinning. Behind this window, a stranger Worries about me and you.
Lay your hands – those burning memories – On my loving hands. And entrust your lips, replete with life’s warmth, To the touch of my loving lips The wind will carry us The wind will carry us.”
The Wind Will Carry Us writtenby Forough Farrokhzad quoted in The Wind Will Carry Us (1999) directed by Abbas Kiarostami
open your eyes and let the light seep through; you let out a small yawn, and
turn around under Peter’s arm to face his bare chest. His eyes are shut and he
is peacefully asleep.
Last night was
one of the best nights of your life. Initiation was over and the two of you had
gotten an apartment together. Last night you and Peter finally took your relationship
to the next level, and it was amazing.
You feel Peter stir next to you and you look up at him as he opens his eyes.
baby,” He smiles before leaning down to kiss you.
You smile back.
beautiful,” He says in this sexy morning voice.
You blush into his chest.
look back him, “Do you feel okay?”
better,” You whisper.
regret anything do you?”
says pulling you in closer for a hug, before getting up, “I’m going to go for a
shower. Wanna join me for round two?”
You roll you
eyes at his smirking face and he takes this for a yes, pulling you into his
arms and carrying you towards the bathroom bridal style.
A/N: Sorry this is so short, I didn’t know what else to write, I hope you like it!
would religious!t nd deity!j be innocent or do they fuck often??
they do have sex but its always very loving an safe josh surrounds him touching him all over making him feel renewed an so fulla light whenever they do stuff like choking or slapping josh tells him beforehand an as he does it whispers to him “i am making you clean. do you feel it?” an tyler whimpers clinging to him
sometimes I think that destiel is cruel and they shouldn’t be together because it can be toxic and messy but then again the whole show is messy … and then I see a hug and all my doubt just crumbles away…you don’t hold a person that close and rest your head in the crook of their neck and whisper their name if you do not feel something beautiful for them, and it’s so beautiful and maybe a bit broken but they all are, we all are
‘Yes, that’s your pulse, but there’s more. There is so much more than just your pulse. Your pulse itself is such a significant thing, it’s a reminder that you exist. But it’s what causing the pulse that’s the real beauty. Your entire body is depending on the beating of your heart, and your heart is the most worshipped. You can feel it everywhere. You can feel it in your wrist. You can feel it in your chest. You can feel it in your neck. It lives everywhere. I’m not even a part of you physically, but I feel it when you speak. I feel it when you embrace me. I feel it when you laugh. I feel it when you cry. I feel it when you rage. I feel it all the damn time and God, I’m in love with it and you.’
Sometimes, his fingers itched. His eyes would burn and his throat would have this huge lump. (He choked down the tears)
Sometimes, he wished that this jobs wasn’t so damned hard. He could see the pain in their eyes and their brief resentment of having to help him patrol the town. (He was so guilty, all the time.)
Sometimes, he didn’t say anything about his wounds. About how a few times, the blood would soak through his clothes and he couldn’t hide the minute winces. Lancer was eyeballing him the entire time and (It was so tiring.)
Sometimes, he thought he would break. He would get that heavy, deep black feeling whispering in his ear, you can’t do this, it’s impossible, let someone else do it. But there was no one else. And so he would lift (cry) up his head and reassure (please help me) his friends. They all looked at him with so much relief that his stomach twinged.
(No more! This is too much! His soul cried out)
And sometimes, he would get caught
Like that time, when Skulker tied him down in his own bed and he’d threatened to skin his friends if Danny didn’t sleep and rest. Danny would try and protest, but Skulker merely placed a heavy blanket on Danny and put something on his eyes so everything was dark. The heavy, comforting warmth pressed him into a fluffy bed. He tried to keep his eyes open, but they slipped closed and he surrendered. He fell asleep immediately. (In the near future, they would do this many times.)
Skulker was smug when Danny fell asleep. “See,” He was saying,“Just like an animal protecting his territory. They never know when they’ve taken on too much.” His eyes slid towards Sam and Tucker. They flinched. “His soul was crying. We ghosts can hear spectral cries like that. Tell me, why was he doing everything?”
The duo hung their heads with no answer.
“Very well. I will nurse him back to health. Know this. He was extremely close to breaking. And if he broke…” Skulker let the sentence hang ominously.
(Danny slept for a whole week in the Zone.)