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[2t2r]

Le pont Kuandinsky un des ponts pour voiture les plus dangereux du monde

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Le pont Kuandinsky un des ponts pour voiture les plus dangereux du monde

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Totally off topic, but the fact that people still use McDonald's hot coffee lawsuit as an example of a "frivolous lawsuit" instead of a blatant example of corporate greed and negleance boils my blood in ways I can't comprehend.

[skyblueartt]

This is such a willry song to me

[twotailednekomata]

*Design not final

A Vitim

[bullet-prooflove]

Try: Mike Duarte x Reader

Tagging: @nessamc

The knife was at Duarte’s throat before he had a chance to speak. His back slammed against the flimsy wall of the cheap apartment as the blade bit into his skin, scrapping across the salt and pepper stubble. He ground his teeth together, hissing as your forearm rammed into his chest.

“Honey, why don’t you quit playing?” he uttered. “We both know you don’t have it in you to kill me.”

“Says the man who broke into my apartment.” You snapped before relinquishing your hold on him. “What are you doing here Mike?”

His palm rubbed across jawline, his fingertips seeking out the nick in his flesh. It stung like crazy, citrus seeping into it from the limes you had been slicing before he’d gained entry through the fire escape.

“You need to get better locks on that window.” He said instead of answering your question, following you into the tiny kitchenette. You gestured for him to take a seat at the minuscule kitchen table. He shook his head, instead crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the doorframe. His eyes wandered throughout the space, taking in the damp stain spreading across the ceiling. “This is quite the little shit hole they’ve got you shacked up in.”

“You never told me why you were here.” You said, reaching up into the cabinet and removing a second glass before placing it alongside yours. You picked up the bottle of whiskey, tilting it from side to side before he nodded. You dropped a slice of lime into each of your glasses before pouring the amber liquid over it.

“You need my help.” He said, taking the glass from your hand when offered it.

“That’s funny, the last time we spoke I remember saying I didn’t want anything from you.” You reminded him, leaning against the Formica work surface.

“A lot has changed in three years.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

It looked like he certainly had. He looked more put together these days. His dark hair clean, freshly washed, the stubble on his cheeks leading into neatly trimmed goatee. His face was fuller, more defined instead of the gaunt sharp angles you had seen on him last time. He’d filled out a little more, definitely muscle, you wondered when he had started taking care of himself.

“I’m not that desperate.” You murmured, swilling the liquid in your glass.

He looked away and you could see the muscle in his jaw twitching, a tell-tale sign that this ran far deeper than he wanted to express.

“You want me to get on my knees and beg?” he snarled.

“You used to look so pretty when you did.” You mocked.

He gave you that look, that dark intense stare that lit a fire somewhere deep inside of you. You remembered nights spent underneath him, fingertips digging into his skin as he whispered to you in Spanish. Beautiful, sinful things as he fucked you to the very precipice of your sanity. He set his glass down on the chipped table, his hands coming to rest on either side of the work surface as he stared into your eyes.

“How long has it been since someone cared about you hm?” he asked, the back of his hand trailing across your cheekbone. “Since someone kissed you? Loved you?”

You said nothing, your gaze lowered to lips as his hips slotted perfectly against yours.

“I know who you are.” He told you, his forehead pressed against yours, his thumb smoothing over the blush of your cheek. “I have mourned your losses and celebrated your triumphs and I have loved you with every single inch of my heart.”

“I know.” You whispered as his lips brushed over yours.

“Then why did you let them do this to you?” He asked in a hushed whisper. “Why did you let them put you so deep undercover that you can barely see the sun?”

“When they came for you, they came for me too.” You told him softly. “They had enough to bury you and I… I couldn’t let that happen. It was take this assignment or let you drown.”

“So, you saved me…” he murmured, his breath ghosting over your lips. “I thought it was me. I thought you wanted out.”

“Never.” You told him. “I never wanted to leave.”

He kissed you and it was fire and passion ripping through your soul, burning you up inside until there was nothing but the sensation of his mouth on yours. His fingers tangled in your hair, drawing you closer, his muscular form pressing against yours. Fuck, it had been too long since he had touched you, the yearning flooded through your veins like a narcotic, stripping you of all your armour.

“Will you let me help you?” he asked, cradling your face between his hands and looking into your eyes. You could see everything inside of them, his grief, his anger and his love. That immense, precious feeling that he had tried to bury in the time you’d been away. It spilled over the edges, bleeding colour into his world and he knew he couldn’t let this happen, couldn’t let you slip away from him a second time.

“Will you at least let me try?”

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[storiesofsvu]

[diary-of-a-recovering-party-girl]

when I see my relatives again, this will all be over [21.10.2023]

The next day, we went to visit the family of my mother. I did some more painting in the morning in a hurry to add another layer that could dry during the day so I could keep progressing. Now I was drawing the faces, the most important parts. The city where this part of my family lives is even more small and calm and green and peaceful. But nothing nowadays can fully cover this sharp pain in my stomach. I started and finished reading a book by Stephen King. Mediocre, but a good distraction. Talking to my relatives, eating cake, hearing my dad and my brother discuss my brother's future, visiting my gransparents' grave and planting new flowers there. The nature is beautiful there. We met for dinner with my cousin and her wife and another aunt of mine. All calm, all meaningless. On the way back from the graveyard, I had the first truly calming thought. I thought about history, how many countries and empires had perished. As painful as it may be, maybe it is just a normal course of human history? Nobody is mourning the end of the Roman Empire anymore. Maybe it just is like that. I don't know if my country will survive all of this, I worry about the future of other countries, but maybe it just happens sometimes. I feel a bit less horrible knowing this is not the first time this has happened and it probably won't be the last time. If this country and it's culture doesn't exist anymore in 50 years, I may have just been a part of human history, a part of the human race to be experienced. Maybe, human cultures are just not meant to be forever. The second a bit calming thought I had when eating cake with my relatives. "When I see my relatives again, probably around christmas, this will all be over". The conflict will not be over, of course. But the media frenzy, the hate on social media, the craze in Berlin, the mountains of police cars. There will be other headlines pushing this out of the general consciousness, there be reality TV and Klimakleber and foreign elections and christmas updates and the newspaper will put it's focus on them again and the words Israel and Palestine will slowly vanish into the back of my brain again, my brain will stop replaying the two videos I saw, I will be able to push away any glimpses of information about this conflict with ease again under the sign "foreign politics I don't know enough about". What if not? What if there will be a real, tangible, ongoing, big war now, even more serious and bloody and disgusting and horrible than this one, another war, another constantly festering wound on the earth, another evidence of human's inherent inability to live in peace. And what if? Will I really be able to push away the videos that I saw, not think about the numbers I keep repeating every day in my brain, look my friends in the face and not feel like I don't know them anymore. Because this didn't happen 80 years ago, this didn't even happen 10 years ago, there is no "the times we're different", this is happening now in 2023, I this brave new, modern world. Will I not take this pain and hurt and dull anger to my grave, will I not sit in my rocking chair and remember how it was 2023 and there was just death, death, death? And, of course: Will I ever want to go to a festival again?

[cacaitos]

like aside that that’s parody and that i know im talking about a very specific and uncommon Kind Of Guy honestly what do i even say about ppl ‘into’ necrophilia or cannibalism (unlike the more common and immediate danger pedo/rape blog). like i don’t even feel as shocked like. if you were serious you wouldn’t be here on tumblr you would be outside catching a charge. in the name of Extreme Pettiness i double fucking dare ya lol. bitch.

[writers-potion]

𝕾𝖔, 𝕷𝖊𝖙'𝖘 𝖂𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝕱𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌.

Here are some ideas to let your fight scene sizzle with romantic tension even while daggers are flying about.

Hand-to-Hand Fighting

Make it an unarmed 1:1 combat where physical approxiamation is a must, and where the two are totally aware of the other's body. Use this to encompass erotic awareness.

Use fighting styles that require close touch, like grappling, rolling around on the fllor in a tight clinch.

You you're writing erotica, you can add a touch of BDSM by using the power play.

Daggers

The dagger is a weapon that is often personal and intimate, as it requires the attacker to be close to the target. When the dagger penetrates the flesh, the hand almost touches the victim.

This is very different from weapons like the gun, arrow or spear which can kill at a distance.

In addition, the motion of sliding the dagger into or out of the sheath can be highly suggestive. It gives you room to play with your words or insert suggestive dialogue

Male Fantasies of Female Fighters

Men can be turned on by watching females fight. If your heroine is a martial artist and the hero has a taste for warrior women, erotic tension immediately ensues.

Catfights that involve young, healthy women battling each other for monetary prizes exist. A nastier version of these clubs will involve women who are forced: abducted girls, vitims of human trafficking. These are good for giving your heroine a dark past or adding a thriller element.

Another fantasy can be about men fighting the women, rather than watching them fight. If the heroine also happens to have a taste for violence, they can batter one another happily ever after. More often, the man will pay the woman to fight him.

This happens at an agency or a 'wrestling studio' which employs part-time feamle wrestlers. The client will pay per hour and pick the girl. Nothing sexual goes on, except in the man's minds and his boxers - they will fight fully clothed with a staff member overseeing as referee (chaperone, essentially).

Many of these men who pay to fight will want to lose - being submitted by a woman is a part of their fantasies. They can be gentlemanly, courteous and considerate men at work - which can serve as good hero material.

Female Fantasies of Male Fighters

Women can have similar fantasies where they take pleasure in seeing men take each other on. If the men wear sleeveless vests or fight shirtless, this gives you the opportunity to describe their muscles, sweat and other details.

If your heroine has BDSM tendencies, you can depict her imagining what it would be like to be submitted by the men she watches, although her desire wouldn't really be to fight the man.

On the other hand, the woman's experience watching somene she cares about (a brother, lover, husband) fight will be more emotional than physical.

Post-Fight Horniness

Genuine fights aren't horny, but fighters may get horny afterward when the hormones and intense tension wear off.

So this gives your the excuse to show your professional assasin hunting for a hot date after work. Or let your hero feel unexpected attraction to his comrade after they've pushed through a particularly difficult battle.

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[illustratedartist]

If it wouldn’t be too much trouble could we please see the Mock Turtle Mr. Freeze design please 👉👈

I absolutely adore your mask designs and picks for everyone honestly that post got me back into an Alice In Wonderland kick it is so *mwah*

Mister Mock Turtle, I Believe Your Tea Has Gone Cold ❄️🐢🐂🎩

Hello Anon!!! This ask meant so much to me, and I'm super grateful that you were interested and wanted to see more designs!! i'm happy to drag another vitim into the wonderland obsession lol! This is a rough sketch, and I'll most likely tweak the design later but I hope you like it!!

Jervis is always excited to find his wonderland friends and bring them together for his Tea Party! 🐁🐇🐢☕

[rzyraffek]

Hewos!

I was hoping to request some soft moments with the Sinclair Brothers, Brahms, and Billy Lenz?

Thank you! Have a good day/night :3

Yall wtf I come back home and i got 4new requests??? I am famous or something THANK YOU ALL FOR REQUEST!!! Some of them are sus but ily all still💖💖 But this request is very cute!!

They/them, sfw, Request open

Fluffy times with slasher

Billy Lenz

He might be a weird creep but he also is a huge cuddlebug

Like everytime they wanna relax and watch movie or do something fun this guy will litteraly lay on them

My guy turns into tomato everytime s/o cups his cheeks, or holds his hands gently😳😳

Also if s/o is a gamer he will watch them play and be theirs number one fan (tbh whatever competitive hobby they got hes nr1 fan). Shit talking people with Billy>>

He moves a lot in his sleep, kicks too, and probably talks aswell. He is very active sleeper.

Also he is a night owl but he goes to bed with s/o so they can lie toghether. And he will stare qt them (litteraly just like in the movie btw)

Get him some headbands those hair are getting into his eyes

Bo Sinclair

Okay but he loves when they grab his arm when they are walking together. Or when s/o kisses him, he doenst care tbh everykiss from them is wonderful

His arm always lands on them during sleep, and he snores too

He loves borrowing his hoodies and shirts to them but he smokes so everything he wears smells like nikotine, and he too smells like it. So hopefully they dont mind it

If they are upset he gonna get so protective, like ?who hurt you? Why are you crying?? And a lot of touches too

Vincent Sinclair

Quality time with vincent inculdes: teaching them how to make wax figures, go on walk with a dog, braid eachother hair, and gossip. Yeah gossip i know this guy doenst look like it but he lives for drama. Talking shit about rude and disrespectful vitims is great

Hes increadeably patient! When he was teaching them how to use make stuff out of wax no matter how many tries s/o failed and how many tiems tjey said that their work looks ugly and well- bad he was like "nononono try again but like this *shows some epic wax strategy*"

His brothers are very happy that vincent is socialasing! He usually just hangs out with bo or lester, god he doesnt even interacts with his victims???

His hands are shaky

He sleeps like lil babi, he 100% does 'ah mimimimi ah mimimi' when asleep, also he is very nervous to hug them while in bed and when he wakes up to them hugging him, he will turn tomato

Brahms Heelshire

Guy has skin walker vibes. Like s/o gonna just vibe in bed trying to zzz and this guy will just stand in dark corridor, staring, with absolute darkness behind him. And it doesnt help that he is very skinny and has long long arms

He loves cooking together!! Helping in kitchen is such fun job! But he won't clean the dishes! he is disgusted by wet food

No pets in house!! He would be 100% jealous!! And he already has 50rats in walls I think that's enough animals for now

When he talks about stuff he enjoys he moves his hands alot!

He loves playing hide and seek! And scaring s/o when they don't see him😈😈

Asa Emory

Rich bitch

You calling him at 3am because you hungry and there's no food in fridge? Uhh yes honey lemmie just finish this victim of and-what? You want Chinese food this time? Hmm yeah that sounds tasty

He gonna spoil them!

Hes very animalistic tbh, but he is also a gentleman. He gonna ask for consent everytime he even gets near them "can I kiss you?/is it okay if I do that" ect ect

Sleeping with him is scary. Fr. He gonna just randomly disapear in middle of night and come back 9hours later. Or he gonna be missing for almost whole day and just comeback while s/o is eeping and just go to sleep like nothing happened

Also he purrs

Yall I got alot of requests now so I might do them slowly! If you requested anything lately dont worry I will write that I just need time!!

[wulfums]

I'm sorry, I honestly don't understand how ppl on this site could still support Emily Youpiss's n*zi dog show even with full knowledge that she gr**med you. It's disgusting and absolutely horrific, and I really hope your in a better place now. <3

i love that and ill be calling her that from now on

but thank you. ive LITERALLY had people argue to my face that its ok to like it bcuz theyre coping. after i told them she used this character to groom people. and then they continued arguing.

i had a fuckin youtuber who made a vid abt her get offended because i, emilys grooming victim, hated that they did that vid. they said "well other grooming vitims said it was ok" ok. i was groomed by the person the video is abt. they then got super defensive.

people do Not care abt grooming victims and all vids made abt this fucker just make more fans.

if you focus it on emily herself, like a j aubrey vid, with the cartoons as supporting evidence or footnote instead of having the cartoons be the main focus, itd work. but artist youtubers cant do that.

[misseviehyde]

PARENTAL OVERRIDE

Nervously sipping on the tea she had been given whilst she waited for Ms May to arrive, Emma looked round the luxurious school office and nervously stroked her dull brown hair away from her face.

She felt like a naughty schoolgirl again waiting to get told off for getting into trouble and she again questioned if this was even the right thing to do.

Lauren had begged her not to go to the school, but Emma was sick of seeing her step-daughter bullied and belittled by no less than one of the teachers.

Ms May was a cruel, manipulative bully. She seemed to have it in for Lauren and Emma had decided today it was finally time to confront the evil bitch and put a stop to the pain her step-daughter was going through.

Although Lauren wasn't her flesh and blood child, since Lauren's mum had died she had tried to be there for the girl and do what she could to help. She tried to avoid the wicked step-Mom stereotype and do what she could to build a bond with the girl.

That had brought her to this meeting. She would do what it took to stop this bitch Ms May. Lauren had told her some scary stories about the other woman but Emma was a grown up and she was sure she could handle this. If not she'd go to the school board.

There was a sudden clop of high heels and a woman strode into the office. She looked more like a super model than a teacher. Tall long black leather thigh boots encases each leg and a tight black leather dress hugged every inch of her perfect body. Wicked lips curved into a cruel but perfect smile as Ms May cocked a hip and folded her arms under her breasts.

Her hair was raven black, her eyes flashed dangerously with power and her makeup was flawless. Perfect manicured nails like sharp little claws extended from each finger. Everything she wore was designer. Emma couldn't understand how a teacher could possibly afford such clothes. She smirked and sat at her desk.

"Ahhhhh yes, you're that pathetic bitches step mother."

"I beg your pardon," gasped Emma - not quite sure what to say. She suddenly felt tired all of a sudden and her thoughts came slowly.

"I said you're the step mother of that pathetic bitch. The weakling I've been bullying. The runt of the class."

"You... you can't say those... things..." gasped Emma, her head suddenly spinning.

"But I can," laughed Ms May. "I love bullying your daughter. My role here at the school is to convert girls into superior bullying Alpha girls or crush them into weak servile betas. Lauren has presented a problem for a while as she could have fit in either camp. If only she wasn't so pathetic I might have made her like me."

Emma tried to get up, she even thought she might hit this evil woman - but Ms May just laughed as Emma slumped in her chair the tea spilling to the ground.

"The tea you've just drunk has robbed your body of agency. You're helpless to prevent what comes next."

Sitting on the deak Ms May placed a booted foot on Emma's lap. "Look at my boots bitch. So soft and supple. Each one probably costs more than you make in a year. So soft and supple, the boots of a super bitch."

Reaching down she began to unzip the boot.

"Poor Emma, so weak and pathetic. These boots are saturated with my evil. Once I force them onto your feet- you'll become an evil bitch. Good little step-mommy will become a nasty bully too."

Reaching down Ms May slowly unzipped the other boot, then reaching down she began to untie Emma's shoes.

"Think of this as a little parental override. Once I turn you into a souless mean bitch you'll help me break Lauren. You'll become her cruel wicked step-mother. You'll cuck her weakling father and take what you want. You're going to love being a bitch."

"Nnnnnnoooo," drooled Emma unable to resist as Ms May laughed and pulled off her vitims shoes.

"You'll love how my boots make you feel."

Grabbing Emma's left leg, Ms May slid her foot inside and pushed the heel onto her foot. Emma felt a contact like electricity and her nippples went hard. Laughing Ms May zipped the boot slowly up.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkkkk," drooled Emma. It felt so good.

"Can you feel it starting to happen? You're going to be just like me. My desires, my impulses are taking over your weak pathetic body. Soon you will crave luxury and desire sex and power."

Emma moaned, her pussy wet and the smell of Ms May's perfume filling her head as the bitch whispered in her ear.

"You want to be bad. You want to be powerful. You want to be evil."

Emma groaned, her breasts swelling and her lips becoming fuller as she started to repeat the words.

"Yesss that's it bitch. Accept my power. One more boot and then you'll become just like me," purred Ms May as she slid the other boot onto Emma's foot and laughing began to tighten it.

Emma moaned in ecsatsy as Ms May zipped up the boot and her body throbbed with dark power.

"Nooooooooo" she tried to gasp as her short nails suddenly shot out and lengthened. Bones cracked and shifted as her hair began to turn blonde.

The boots felt so good on her feet. Emma had never felt such dominance and power before. Her hair lengthened and turned blonde.

This wasn't so bad. The boots were making her stronger. She stopped fighting them and groaned as her flat chest began to swell.

"See... doesn't it feel good to be an evil bitch Emma? Embrace the darkness. You'll love being a wicked step-mother."

Emma gasped as her skin became softer and her waist crunched in. Cold blue eyes fluttered in ecstasy.

Yes. Ms May was right. Women like them were strong and pathetic weaklings like Lauren needed to be broken. Emma laughed at the thought of helping Lauren's bullies. It would be fun to destroy her own step-daughter.

"Nooooo I must fight," groaned Emma as the boots made her more and more evil.

"You can't fight - your body and mind love these changes. To go from a weak and pathetic housewife to a powerful dominant bitch... this is what you've really always wanted."

"Yessssss - the power... the power is mine," groaned the cold hearted bitch as she stood up and stretched her transformed body. Her clothing melted to become a tight black bodycon dress. Long lashes fluttered and perfect lips curved into a malicious smile.

"Yes! I feel so evil and strong. Thank you Ms May, this has been the best school meeting I've ever attended."

The tight black boots pushed Emma up so she towered even over Ms May. She now looked like a hot blonde bitch in her late 20's. She had become so evil - devoid of mercy. She and the teacher were now of one mind.

"Don't worry. I'll deal with my worthless step-daughter."

*****************

*glug glug glug*

Lauren wept as she watched her step Mom sucking her Dad's cock and she fiddle with the badly fitting maids uniform Emma had made her put on.

"Stop snivelling," laughed Emma as her husband groaned in lust as she switched from sucking to pumping and using her hands skillfully made him cum all over himself.

Standing up in her evil black boots she played with the tip of the massive black strap on jutting obscenely from her crotch.

"Lube up my cock you pathetic little bitch. I'm going to ass fuck your Daddy with my strap on and then make you clean up the mess."

Grabbing her by the hair Emma forced her down to her knees. "But first lick Mommy's boots."

And as she cleaned the shiny black leather Lauren could almost hear Ms May laughing as if she were INSIDE the boots and watching...

THE END

[alicejeangreenlane]

Adora(right), clementine(middle) and katelyn(left).

for my story I gave Adora two older siblings. Clementine who is a new character and Katlyn who is my version of Catra.

brace your self i'm about to info dump :D

in my story adora back story is basicaly the same as the orignal. Hordak heard about adora and adams destiny and try to kidnap both but only got adora.

clementine and katlyn are both daughters of of leaders from planets the horde took over. they are effetivly political prisoners kelp to stop their planets from rebeling. (if the planets rebel then somthing bad will happen to the girls) Instead of letting them rot in a cell, hordak adopted them and turn them into soldiers.

when hordak took them in he gave them a number and told them to disregard their birth names. when they grew up he gave them new names after he felt they had  earned them.

clem and kat couldn't openly rebel with out getting hurt but they still found ways to. instead of calling each other by the number they were given they called each other sister. something Adora didn't do. not understanding how dehumanising being given number instead of names. they still comtiune to Call each other sister even after getting their names. They gave Adora the name Eve as she didn't have one. Adora would later take this name for her middel name.

Clem was given the name Mortifica and Kat was given the name Sinistra by hordak. Adora was given the name Despara

Adora was taken as a baby so the horde is all she knows but Clem was six when she was taken and Kat three. To make them forget their past and families shadowweaver would use her magic to erase the girls mermories. (shadowweaver could only erase memories she can not ulter or create memories.)

but Clem was able to rember her and kat names by writing them down under her bed by carving into the the wood with a knife.

Adora thoght that celm was cool and look up to her. she would follow her around and costanly try to get her attechion and aprovel. celm was anoyed with adora but was protective over both her and kat steping in to the role of the older sister. over all her realashionship with adora was good. celm understans that adora is a victim of the horde.

kat and adora realsion ship was less good. kat saw adora as the teacher pet. hordak would give adora special treament, not punish her as harshly as kat and clem. he would also blame kat for adora failings using kat as the scapegoat to his golden child. Kat stop seeing adora a a vitime of the abuse inflided by the horde and as a perputraitor of it.

she was also jealous of Adora. Kat was too young to rember her parents so hordak and shadowweaver were all she knew, she wanted them to love her but they didn't. but the did love adora. adora was also better at fighting than her.

Kat hates Adora, viewing her as a spoiled princess alway getting what she wants.

when clem was twenty-six she died in battle leaving only kat and adora.

Adora would defect from the horde six years later and kat would set out to hunt her down.

if you have any question my ask box is open. Or you can leave a comment.

[bullet-prooflove]

Run - Joe Velasco x Reader

Tagging: @iyoskyslover @plaidbooks @misscharlielulu @witches-unruly-heart @shay-o-fiction @kimm4710 @ednastvincent @storiesofsvu @magic-multicolored-miracle @rosaliedepp

Joe’s eyes were on you when you reached the bar, hand waving in order to signal the bartender. You’d lit up the place the second you had walked in. It was like the sun breaking through the clouds on a rainy day. He couldn’t help but smile when your eyes met across the room, that feeling stirring up inside of him. He didn’t know how you made him feel like he was the only man in the room but whenever you gave him that look it made him feel like he was the only one worthy of your attention.

You were on your way back, a beer in each hand when that arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you close. He recognised Stone from the DA’s office, knew that you’d had a thing with him once upon a time. Maybe still did occasionally. The agony in his chest in his chest acute, like a bullet driving straight through his centre mass. The way Stone touched you was overfamiliar, his lips whispering into your ear as his hand settled on your hip. He imagined those hands all over you, those lips kissing you and he hated it.

He had that restless urge to leave, to go, to run. It was the same feeling he used to have when his father came home drunk, that belt already curled around his fist. He understood that it was a behaviour ingrained so deeply inside of him, he had no hope of changing it. He was no stranger to pain, he’d bore it through his youth, endured it throughout his career but the thought of you with Peter Stone, gave way to something he couldn’t even begin to process. All he knew was that he couldn’t bear to witness it.

He was already out of the door, the cold air hitting him like a tidal wave when you caught up with him. Your hand slotted into his, the perfect fit as you tugged him back towards you. His gaze softened when he saw you standing there in the snow with no coat and bare arms.

He was about to tell you to get your ass back into the bar before you froze to death when you kissed him. The words died on his lips. He savoured the sensation, the fire, the passion, the heat. He melted into it, kissing you back with a ferocity he felt deep down in his bones. He poured everything into it, his love, his adoration, his hopes and dreams for the two of you. He hoped that you knew, that you understood how deeply he had fallen in love with you.

When you drew away you looked into those expressive green eyes of his, hands still clutching the lapel of his jacket.

“I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to do that all night.” You told him. “When I saw you leave, I realised I’d held on too long, that I’d fucked up.”

“Almost.” He murmured, unzipping his coat, and bundling you up inside of it. He wrapped his arms around you, drawing you even closer so that his body heat rolled over your chilled skin, warming it. “But I think you just made up for it.”

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