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[sino-nominae]

Just #anotherdayinthelife of #cops #rsa #southafrica #crimesucks you think your country has #problems! https://www.instagram.com/p/B077U8CAm5g/?igshid=1slhvvje294ee

[holierthancow]

Hardcore and Lethal

Welcome Home 2

Welcome Home part 1, page 2 is now up!

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[loveruined]

“Hiya, stranger.” / whispers picking her up at the airport with flowers

truthfully, she’s surprised he even came. as she’s said so many times, she would have no problem getting a taxi. after all, it’s the middle of the night and he has work in the morning, and it wouldn’t be fair to expect him to drive out so far. part of her was looking forward to letting herself in and collapsing into bed so they could just wake up together, but this… this is even better. he stands out. in a crowd of other hopefuls looking for their loved ones, jp is bright and shining, because he’s hers. because she knows the way he stands and the way his face breaks into that smile – it’s imprinted into her brain, even though she doesn’t get to see it every day, and she’d know him anywhere from any distance, even though she wasn’t expecting him.

it’s definitely a bad idea to leave a bag unattended at an airport, but she barely thinks about it; she’s too busy dropping everything to run at him. he looks taller – is that possible? – but he smells the same, and he’s warm the same, and his arms feel the same around her when she jumps up into them. people say that seeing someone again after so long will feel like the first time, but jane disagrees. it doesn’t at all feel like that weird feeling of having a crush, but more like a comfort so deep that feeling it makes her ache. it’s been too long. a day is too long. but four months? how is anyone supposed to last four months without this? 

“hi, you. oh, my god, hi.” she’s torn between wanting to keep him close and wanting to look him over. her hands, too eager, too frantic, first knot into his hair, then rest at his cheeks, his shoulders, his chest. she has to touch him everywhere to know that he’s even real. 

    “i missed you so fucking much, i really did– and you brought flowers, you’re so–”

her face gets buried into his neck and she laughs, near breathless with her euphoria. he’s actually here. he’s actually holding her, and for the next month or so they won’t have to suffer with shitty texts and phone calls that barely do anything to scratch the itch of loneliness. when his hand slips into hers as he lets her down, she realises: this is the only thing in the world that can ever make her feel better. this is the only thing that matters. 

[getsherhandsdirty]

crimesucks

 I want the K ! 8)

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I’m sorry, what? I can’t hear you over the sound of my triumph.

[getsherhandsdirty]

I want the K ! 8)

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number

10. neck kiss

          it hasn’t even been five minutes since he’s been off the clock when she manages to catch his attention from her place at the end of the hall. she hangs back as he’s crowded by his boys clapping him on the shoulder in their customary way of dealing with one another physically in way of greeting or dismissal, stepping back into the archives room just enough so that he can catch a glimpse of her shoes peeking past the doorjamb when he scans the area for her.

          it’s the sound of his footsteps that makes her straighten up against the door frame, a slow curl of her lips completing the sly look she gives him. on its heels is there a slow swipe of her tongue across her bottom lip as she looks him over. “ you’re not in a rush to get anywhere, are you? ”

          when the question is met with a shake of his head, a hand reaches out, skilled fingers catching him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him along as she eases her way back into the dark room.

          her body against his thrums with energy, the current running rampant under her skin when she backs him up against the door. and she imagines that he can feel all the little sparks of electricity as she begins to pepper his throat with kisses. somewhere amidst the show of affection her mind registers that he had spoken:  won’t they miss you?

          “ no, ” she murmurs, finding her way to his lips from the column of his throat and the strong line of his jaw. “ though if you think the risk of gettin’ caught is too much–– ” she sighs quietly, breath puffing across his lips as she hovers, the smile on her lips heard in her voice “ ––you can go. ”