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slutforsilverfoxes · 3 months

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Hello beautiful. I just wanted to drop by and tell you that I have found a new obsession in the form of Steve McGarrett and GIRL do you feed that obsession. You write amazing and I just had to tell you (and if you are accepting requests for him I would love to send them to you if not that’s okay)

This was the first thing I saw after being away for a minute and my goodness did it make me smile 🥹 I’m honored and proud to be feeding your McGarrett obsession 🫡

I’ll happily take any and all requests you have, sweetheart :) Maybe you’ll be the kick/inspiration I need to get to writing again after a busy few months!

#thank you 🥹#love you 💗#i miss writing #i’m just so tired #all the damn time #but it is what it is #and writing brings me such joy :’)#steve mcgarrett fanfiction

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slutforsilverfoxes · 4 months

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Sometimes I wish I could break up with myself bc why did I just say “c’mon, mommy’s gonna go write some filth” to my cat 🥴

#my poor baby #i wonder if she ever regrets her adoption LMAO #bestie saw this first as a text #but it made me laugh #so i had to share #writing smut #it’s that time again #just girly things #it’s a dinozzo fic btw #a prequel to agents dinozzo if you will #coming soon to a tumblr near you #anthony dinozzo x you #anthony dinozzo x y/n #anthony dinozzo x reader #anthony dinozzo fanfiction #anthony dinozzo imagine

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slutforsilverfoxes · 4 months

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Happy New Year to all of you lovely humans 🥳💗

Looking forward to all that 2024 has to offer (including going back into the classroom aka having time to write)!

#happy new year #cheers to 2024 #love and hugs #sorry i’ve been inactive #see you soon #👀

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slutforsilverfoxes · 4 months

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I think one of the most beautiful things about x-reader fanfiction is discovering pieces of the writer sprinkled throughout the fic. Whether it's in their characterization of the canon character or the reader or details about how they like to be touched or loved, or little bits of dialect and personal habits, it's just so endearing. A homage to one of the most basic forms of self expression, and a vulnerable baring of one's soul for others to see. It's so, so special

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slutforsilverfoxes · 4 months

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Imagine…

Booking a suite in a luxury hotel for you (gn!reader) and Aaron to get some alone time together, but his flight home gets delayed due to the weather:

You’ve just settled down on the edge of the king-sized bed after popping the last chocolate-covered strawberry you ordered into your mouth, savoring the mix of the rich chocolate with the sharp bite of the fruit. Allowing yourself a small sigh of disappointment at the prospect of spending yet another night without your husband, you begin absentmindedly channel surfing in an attempt to pass the time when a knock at the door gets your attention.

You turn off the TV, then tie your complimentary robe tighter around your waist and pad down the short hall toward the door, spurred on by another knock and a deep voiced, “Room service.”

The baritone timbre is enough to send an excited thrill racing down your spine, and you throw open the door without bothering to check through the peephole. “You said your flight got delayed!”

“It did. I just neglected to tell you it was actually scheduled earlier than you thought.”

“Well,” you huff, tugging on your husband’s tie to pull him into the room before closing and locking the door behind him, “color me surprised, handsome.”

Aaron chuckles softly at your eagerness to get your hands on him and leans forward to press a kiss to your lips that quickly grows into something needier, hungrier. With his hands molded to your hips and his lips never leaving yours, he guides you back towards the inviting bed littered with rose petals.

You let out a desperate, “Aaron,” and he moans softly, one hand rising to cup your cheek while the other follows the curve of your body down to your ass for a playful squeeze. “Ugh, baby, wait,” you sigh, and your husband immediately pulls back, brows furrowed in concern.

“What is it, honey?”

Pointing over your shoulder with a frown you explain, “I had a whole thing planned with chocolate-covered strawberries, but then I didn’t think you were coming so I ate them.”

Your husband outright laughs at that which only serves to deepen your petulant frown, so he pecks your lips until he feels them turn upward in a smile again. Then, he pulls back with a dangerous gleam in his eyes and works his fingers into the knot holding your robe closed while murmuring, “Not what I had in mind for dessert, anyway.”

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AH Tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner @iyv-ray24 @mrs-ssa-hotch @criminalskies @callm3c0nfus3d

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slutforsilverfoxes · 4 months

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I’m staying in such a beautiful hotel as my halfway point to home (thanks mom 🥰) and it is actually criminal that I don’t have one of my old men here with me rn

#i’m having thoughts #or more accurately #thots #big ol bed #big ol shower #big ol loveseat #i mean c'mon #aaron hotchner #jethro gibbs #steve mcgarrett #wya babes I’m waiting

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slutforsilverfoxes · 5 months

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The way in which I can LITERALLY insert myself into this 🥹 ugh @luveline this was perfect

Okay, I would love to see an Aaron Hotchner x anemic bombshell!reader (lmao) who gets randomly faint and Aaron freaks <3

“This is oh so difficult,” you say under your breath, a sing-song tone to your voice. You often talk in juxtapositions, unhappy words in silk, cheerful worrying. “This is… stressful.”

“You don't look stressed,” Spencer says.

You elbow at him affectionately. “Do I ever? Sweetheart, there's nothing ever so stressful as to wear it on your face. Now come here, you have a pen smudge on your cheek.”

Hotch could pinch the back of your shirt to stop you, but Spencer holds out a hand to brace you away from him like a disgruntled younger sibling while you laugh and reach for him.

“Cut it out,” Gideon says.

“Yes, boss.”

Hotch turns away from you both to hide his smile. The case is long (as always), difficult (as always), and getting more and more serious as days pass. There hasn't been much time to pause and take stock, and so your playfulness comes at a great time —you need moments of fun like this to stop the weight of the inevitable dragging you down hard.

Your playfulness is unfailing. “So,” you say, quieter now to avoid Gideon’s attention while you lean into Hotch's personal bubble, “what will you make me for dinner?”

“The same thing I've made you for the last four days.”

“Ah. Nothing, then.” You tip your head to one side.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just feeling kinda weird. I really am hungry, handsome, and you aren't very gentlemanly in letting me starve.” You share a smile. You say everything so particularly, it only serves to endear you to him more and more. It's like… you're just sure of yourself, and in love with the world, and at least a little in love with him. Having you here with him makes the job easier.

“You're hungry?” he asks, standing up. He expects no answer, nor for you to stand, but you clamber onto your feet quick as anything with wide eyes.

“I was only–” You pause.

Hotch can see the moment you lose sight of where you are, that far away gloss to your eyes, the rapid blinking that follows, and your hand thrown out to his too quickly. You grab at his arm roughly and he's crueller in his reaction, grabbing you under the arms with a startled, “Hey.”

“Is she alright?” Spencer asks, his chair smacking the desk as he stands.

Your lips pull down into a frown, eyes squeezed closed. He's startled —Hotch didn't even know you could frown outside of a joke. You're feeling that heavy, sudden wrongness that comes with being faint, he'd guess.

He rides it out with you, holding you tight. After a few moments your eyes peel open, a spark of upset about you that quickly lends to sheepishness. “Oh, sorry,” you say softly.

“Don't be.”

You gather your bearings. Hotch moves his hands to a more amicable place on your arms, more to comfort than to hold, while Spencer stands and offers you his bottle of water.

“She good?” Gideon asks Hotch.

That perks you up. “I'm always good, sir,” you say, sending a smile at your boss from over your shoulder. “Just flirting with Agent Hotchner.”

“Did you take your medication?” Hotch asks, cutting the fat of the conversation clean off.

“Yeah, I never miss it.”

He is admittedly more concerned about you than one coworker would be for another after a dizzy spell, but you aren't just a coworker. Hotch cups your cheek quickly in his hand to gauge your temperature and deduces from there that it isn't a sickness.

“You weren't exaggerating about being starved,” he decides. Your iron pills do so much, and you have to do the rest. “Reid, what foods help with anaemia?”

“Anything rich in iron. Red meat, pork, poultry, dark greens, especially spinach. All kinds of beans,” Spencer reels off.

“Any of that sounds good to you?” Hotch asks, giving your arm a gentle squeeze.

You meet his lowbrow with softer eyes, nodding your appreciation. Your lips part to answer him, but you're cut off. “Be quick about it,” Gideon says, glasses slipping down his nose as he turns back to his case file, “we have a lot to do.”

Hotch buys you a burrito for the iron and a smoothie because you deserve it. You kiss his cheek, and apparently he deserves that for being ‘such a sweetheart’. He doesn't bother pretending he doesn't want it, or the second or third kiss that comes after.

#anemic bitches unite 👊#should I start saying ‘excuse me’ like Aaron before passing out lmao #what a cutie #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner imagine

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slutforsilverfoxes · 5 months

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hi, could i be added to tony dinozzo tag lists please x

Of course!! Guess this means I’ve got to finish those fics sitting in my drafts hm 🤔🥰

#tony dinozzo #anthony dinozzo #ncis #taglist #still crazy to me that people genuinely enjoy my writing enough for this

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slutforsilverfoxes · 5 months

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Agents DiNozzo

[A/N #1 TLDR version: Got busy with an externship, got hospitalized for a cat bite, I missed u all v v much

A/N #2 for realsies: Would Tony and his wife be allowed to work together on a team? Probs not. Would Gibbs be crazy enough to voluntarily work with both of them? Even more probs not. But it makes my lil heart happy so here you go :)]

Pairing: Tony DiNozzo x wife!agent!reader

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There are two things in your career that satisfy you to no end: 1) Getting justice for the victims whose case files come across your desk and 2) Working with your husband every day. The latter presents complications, of course- the occasional conflict of interest, quibbles over theories following you home from the office, an added level of anxiety during contentious takedowns- but it also allows you the distinct privilege of spoiling and, arguably more importantly, embarrassing the hell out of one Anthony DiNozzo, Junior, on a daily basis.

Your head lifts on its own volition, guided by your nose tuning in to the sweet smell of hazelnut creamer and woodsy cologne permeating the air of the NCIS bullpen. Your partner, both in and out of the field, has evidently returned from a midday coffee run looking as delicious as the pastries you’ve spotted by the to-go cups on his desk. Checking to make sure your boss is still nestled securely in the Director’s office, you cross over into Tony’s space just as he lays his suit jacket across the back of his chair. Slipping your hands into the back pockets of his tight-fitting slacks, you can’t help but serenade him with the ten-second clip of brain rot that plagued your social media for a ridiculous number of weeks. “Can I get to the yams?” you whisper-sing through a giggle, pinching his favorite cheeks of yours, maintaining your grip even as you attempt to dodge the hand nearing the back of your head. “Sweet ya-am- ow!” Darting out of his reach, you drop into Tony’s seat with a pout, arms crossed petulantly. “You have hereby been demoted from Very Special Agent to just Special Agent for that.”

“You-” Tony sneaks a glance at McGee and Ziva who are trying- and failing- to hide their smiles before crouching to meet you at eye level and lowering his voice to carry on, “You are the reason we had to sit through that inappropriate conduct seminar for three hours last week.” He maintains an even tone, but you can see his lips twitching with amusement.

“I’m sorry everyone in this office is jealous I can touch your butt and they can’t,” you huff with an eye roll.

“Literally no one is jealous of you for that,” McGee calls from his desk across the aisle.

“Well, you guys are missing out,” you respond with an exaggerated sigh.

Shaking his head, Tony fixes you with as stern a look as he can muster. “Save it for later, Bee,” you intone in an imitation of your husband’s voice, “I know.”

“You would think,” he begins, offering you a hand to help you up and walking you back over to your desk by Ziva’s, “that you’d have moved past the infatuation stage at this point in our relationship.”

“And you would think you’d have stopped calling me ‘Probie’ by now, Anthony.”

“I have! ‘Bee’ is different than ‘Probie’. It’s a nickname and it’s cute.”

“Says who?” you challenge, eyes narrowed.

“Says the-”

“If you say ‘Senior Field Agent,’ I swear to God, Tony, you’re sleeping on the-”

“DiNozzos!” Gibbs’ gruff voice puts an immediate stop to your squabble as he descends the steps two at a time. “Ziva, McGee, all of you, front and center. Whaddya got? Besides too much time on your hands.”

“Coffee and a suspect,” you supply with a smile, turning on the plasma display as Tony presents Gibbs with a cardboard cup. “For once, Agent DiNozzo’s go-to theory seems to hold water.” Raising an eyebrow at your husband, you playfully mock, “It was the wife.”

Tim picks up the next leg of your shared insight. “Credit card history has the Lieutenant Commander’s wife meeting with our hit man at a hotel in Anacostia two weeks before the murder, Boss.”

“We also traced these calls from the burner found on our victim’s body,” Ziva indicates for Tim to highlight the outgoing calls on the phone logs before continuing, “…to his sister in law, Anna.”

The redhead’s photo pops up on the TV, and your husband lets out a low whistle that has your hand instantly connecting with the back of his head. “You are my light, my sunshine, and the very air I breathe, my dear,” he speaks through a grimace, trying to gauge your reaction through his peripheral vision.

“Go pick our hitman up,” Gibbs instructs, cutting off your bickering before it can begin by dangling the sedan’s keys on his index finger in front of you.

You snatch them up, sharing a catlike grin with Ziva. “My pleasure, Boss. I might be needing his services soon, anyway.”

“Uh uh,” your boss calls as the two of you start collecting your things. “Take Tony.”

Your husband flashes you a sheepish smile while you grumble at him over the lip of your coffee cup. “Let’s go, Dick-Nozzo.”

“It’s your last name, too,” he points out astutely, holding out his hand for the keys.

“Shut up. I’m driving.”

As the elevator begins its descent, Tony slips two fingers under your chin and turns your face towards him, concern muting the typical sparkle in his olive green eyes. “Are you really upset with me, babe?”

You count the seconds ticking away in your head, relishing in the way he squirms under your stern gaze, before relenting at second fourteen. “No, you big dummy,” you say with a nudge to his side. “She’s hot.”

Tony lifts your hand to his mouth and presses his lips against your wedding band before asserting, “You’re hotter.”

Curling your free hand around his tie, you tug him closer and land a sound kiss on his lips. The elevator dings to indicate you’ve reached the parking garage, and you reluctantly release your husband from your grip with a satisfied smile and a murmured, “I’ve taught you so well.”

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ADJ Tags 🖤 @bakugouswh0r3

#anthony dinozzo x you #anthony dinozzo x y/n #anthony dinozzo imagine #anthony dinozzo x reader #anthony dinozzo fanfiction #anthony dinozzo #tony dinozzo x y/n #tony dinozzo x you #tony dinozzo x reader #tony dinozzo imagine #tony dinozzo fanfiction #tony dinozzo #ncis reader insert #ncis x reader #ncis imagine #ncis fanfiction #ncis

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slutforsilverfoxes · 5 months

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Hi hello sorry I’ve been MIA for 84 years

I was externing at my private practice back home and long story short just got out of the hospital for a nasty cat bite on my hand 💀

I’m watching NCIS whilst recovering (finally made it to the NOLA ep in season 11 aka falling in love with Dwayne Pride as we speak) and can’t really type rn so I shall post a lil DiNozzo work that’s been sitting in my drafts 🖤

#tony dinozzo imagine #coming soon to a tumblr near you #but also like #why do I love old men so much #it’s a curse #missed yall #cat bites are no joke bro #in my defense she had horrible dental disease #just a lil pasteurella infection 💅✨#ncis #ncis nola

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slutforsilverfoxes · 5 months

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Breaking Free

[A/N: I’m driving home for my externship (and Thanksgiving!) so you know what that means- too much time on the road to daydream 🙃 Pls enjoy Gibbs being an infuriating slut]

Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x female reader

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You repeatedly pat your boyfriend’s arm, pointing to his left at a sign that’s sure to snag you the win of your road trip competition. It’s become an annual tradition to pass the time by finding the most outrageous billboards on your way to Thanksgiving with your parents and Jethro’s father in Pennsylvania.

“That’s gotta be the best one,” you say confidently. “It even has a handcuff reference for you!”

The large sign promises that if you’re Shackled by LUST? then Jesus can FREE you.

Jethro grunts by way of acknowledgment then poses, “You scream oh my god a lot when I’m inside you- d’ya think that counts?”

“Not, like, a lot a lot,” you protest ever so eloquently, incensed by the smirk blooming on his face and his clever avoidance of admitting defeat.

Clearly your darling boyfriend takes that as a challenge.

The hand resting on your denim clad thigh begins creeping higher and you cut your eyes over to Jethro to find his focus is still dutifully on the expanse of highway ahead. “Whatcha doin’ there, Jay?”

“Driving,” he answers easily, hand moving higher yet. The corner of his lips visible to you arches upward when he meets the cool metal of the button on your jeans, but his smile falters when he fumbles to get it open. “Little help here?”

Raising one eyebrow, you counter, “You wanna prove a point, you put in the work, mister.”

He huffs out a breath, then twists his wrist and finally succeeds in popping the button open with a triumphant laugh. Jethro doesn’t even bother to try with the zipper after that; he simply shoves his hand into your pants so the zipper gets forced down its track.

You gasp when his fingers slide through your folds, and Jethro produces a quiet growl in the back of his throat when he finds you already wet for him. That sound alone has you moaning out a low, “Oh my god,” and your boyfriend outright laughs at you while his middle finger circles your clit. “That was only once- oh fuck, oh my god- okay, twice, you jerk,” you feebly defend yourself.

Jethro sinks two fingers knuckle deep into your pussy with an amused hum, and you slap your palm against the roof of the truck while crying out a third iteration of the deity-invoking phrase. “I can’t- oh fuck me- stand you sometimes,” you bite out, lifting your hips to help Jethro’s fingers slip in and out of you with ease.

“Good thing you’re sitting then,” he fires back, chancing a glance away from the road to smirk at you.

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth in a feeble attempt to muffle your cries, but Jethro brushes his palm over your clit while curling his fingers and another breathy, “Oh my god,” slips out of your traitorous mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” your boyfriend praises you, no longer bothering to mask his delight. “Free yourself from those shackles.”

A laugh punches out of you that morphs into a wanton moan when he curls his fingers again, and your cries rise higher and higher in pitch until you’re clenching around Jethro’s fingers, calling out a litany of curses with a healthy dose of his name mixed in. You drop back into the seat, boneless, with a final, “Oh my god.”

Jethro slips his slick-coated fingers out of your still throbbing cunt and points out your window to another billboard flying by, then runs his sinful tongue along his fingers, groaning at your taste. “I’m always right,” he asserts with a content hum, “and I win.”

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LJG tags 🖤 @ilovemark1951 @doctorwhofan24

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slutforsilverfoxes · 5 months

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☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it's time to spread positivity!

A SECOND ONE stop it immediately

#anon <3 #now i’m crying #i’m so grateful #what did i do to deserve this #love you all

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slutforsilverfoxes · 5 months

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i love oliver with a twist you have no idea and everytime i stumbled upon a vid of cat w their dad it reminds me of your oliver with a twist! this one for example like imagine aaron doing mundane things around the house but oliver just wanna be on aaron's side all day. im dying at the cuteness https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cy3jIViIcWX/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

That is too fucking cute omg that’s so Aaron and Oliver with reader and Jack giggling in the background 🥹😭

#anon <3 #Aaron would be the best cat dad #i just know it #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader

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slutforsilverfoxes · 5 months

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☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it's time to spread positivity!

I’m not gonna cry I’m not gonna cry I’m not gonna cry

#thank you 🥹#how sweet #this made my entire day #i love u #anon <3

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slutforsilverfoxes · 5 months

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sorry for finding it hot when people's hair goes grey. as if im wrong

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slutforsilverfoxes · 5 months

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They’re all SO BEAUTIFUL 😩🫦

Photoshoot season 1 Outtakes - Scott and Alex have only eyes for each other!

#sometimes I think: am I actually straight?#and then I see something like this #and I remember #nope #i’m bisexual #so bisexual #hawaii five 0 #h50 #steve mcgarrett #alex o'loughlin #danny williams #scott caan #kono kalakaua #grace park #chin ho kelly #daniel dae kim

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slutforsilverfoxes · 6 months

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A very smol blurb inspired by the end of NCIS ep 11.2 so I can cope with my very big feelings (no spoilers, just discussion of our poor honey’s injury)

Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x wife!reader

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The door is unlocked and the lights are off when you come home which, normally, would be par for the course if not for the truck in the driveway with its hood still warm. Slipping inside and shaking off the fall chill, you drop your coat and keys by the door before stepping out of your shoes and making your way further into the house.

“Jay?” you call out into the darkness. “Y’here? You know I don’t do well with jump scares.”

“Better brace yourself then,” he counsels, and you can tell now that he’s in the kitchen. The small overhead light flickers to life, and you take in a shuddering breath, followed by an eloquent, “Son of a fucking whore, who did this to you?” Shaky fingers reach up to graze the fresh bruise blooming on his face, and you wince at the sight of multiple cuts and his bloodshot left eye. “I bet that fucker’s regretting messing with you, huh?”

“Easy, love,” he murmurs with a smile, delicately taking your wrist in his hand and brushing his lips over your knuckles. “Your mouth could rival a sailor’s.”

“Oorah and all that jazz,” you fire back easily. “Answer the question, Jethro.”

“Which one?”

“Jethro.”

“Name’s not important. Locked up and taken care of,” he finally provides as he pulls you into a hug. You nuzzle into his solid chest and tease, “Bet he’s got an uglier mug than you now, hm?”

“You married this ugly mug.”

“And aren’t I just the luckiest gal in the world?” You guide him over to the small table and gently nudge his shoulder. He takes the hint and settles into the chair, finally releasing some tension from the day while you card your fingers through his hair. “I’ll get you some ice.”

Tilting his head back to rest against your tummy, he looks up at you with the closest thing to puppy dog eyes he can muster in his current state. “Make it a beer? It’ll be a twofer.”

“Got it,” you answer, sliding milk and eggs aside to reach for the six pack of your husband’s favorite local brew. You hear the phone ringing as you extract yourself from the fridge, and when you return to his side, Jethro heaves a sigh before lifting the device to his ear with a quiet, “Hey, Ziver.”

You twist off the cap to his beer before placing it down by his hand, then give his shoulder a firm squeeze and press a delicate kiss to his cheek. He places his hand over your own and squeezes back, looking up to meet your gaze with a small smile.

After one more brush of your lips against his temple, you head upstairs to shower and change. He’ll come find you when he’s ready.

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LJG tags 🖤 @ilovemark1951 @doctorwhofan24

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