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Save me warm toned lit windows of tenement blocks on a winters evening save me

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Not sure you hear of blue collar au.

But Simon retiring doing like woodwork or mechanic and something heavy duty work like it his second job.

Messy,sweating and just all man with that smell.

i’m a simple girl- i see a blue collar man (my partner) and i go fucking insane

once he retires from service, your older bf!simon still wants to keep busy so he picks up shifts down the road at the mechanics.

he knows the owner well and that means he knows what simon’s like- that’s all to say he leaves simon alone and lets him work.

it’s perfect.

so you send him off in the morning, fixing his coveralls and kissing his cheek. he’s even gripping the brown paper bag you’ve packed his lunch into.

he spends most of his days with his head under the bonnet of a car or on his back fixing the undercarriage.

he comes home with grease up to his elbows and sweat soaking through the fabric of his singlet.

he’s perfect.

he doesn’t really get it at first, the way you virtually leap at him the moment he comes through the door. he doesn’t want to get his greasy hands on your pretty clothes or skin.

but you’re gripping the fabric where his coveralls are hanging round his waist and pulling him down so you can get your tongue in his mouth.

he manages to get two seconds to wash his hands before he’s picking you up and placing you in his lap.

“what’s this about, huh?”

your nose runs along the side of his neck, he can hear the deep breath you take in as you press your face into the hairs of his chest.

“m’pretty fuckin’ sweaty, sweet’art”

he doesn’t miss the way your hips twitch against his, your tongue licking a thick stripe up between his pecs.

“i know”

all of a sudden, simon knows too- and he fucking groans when he pulls you flush into his lap. you can feel the hard line of him pressed between your thighs.

“dirty lil’ thing you are”

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heart shapes month started guys omg happy heart shapes month

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echo park be reading your soul sometimes

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Neighbor! Simon who is sitting cross-legged on your kitchen floor, a hand on his stubbly chin while he tries to figure out how your washing machine works.

Meanwhile you're stirring a pot on the stove and glancing down at him apologetically every now and then.

Funny that there's a pack of Marlboro on the windowsill of your balcony along with an ash tray you'd bought especially for him.

Simon's muddy shoes are in your hallway more often than not, and you decided to get him a pair of slippers since he spends so much time there.

He wears them religiously, you find it adorable.

When you finally hear a click and the washing machine whirrs to life, you're so overjoyed that you wrap your arms around his waist and stand on your toes to press a kiss to his jaw.

His expression barely changes except for the corners of his eyes crinkling in delight.

He rubs gentle circles into the small of your back. You insist he stays for dinner.

He ends up sleeping on your couch, just in case something else goes wrong in your new apartment.

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people will do/say the kindest thing you’ve ever witnessed then be like Sorry if that’s weird :(

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You make my heart feel a little lighter.

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Someone's probably already said this but—

Soap would be the type to make you lay on the floor and cage you in while he does pushups so he can steal a kiss each time he lowers himself. Bare chest glistening with a thin layer of sweat and his dog tags tapping against your chest. You giggling with every other kiss. Him shutting it up with the occasional (every three or so pushups max) tongue down your throat before pushing himself back up. Then he fucks you nasty and calls it his cardio.

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fifty shades of coffee

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Ioanna Tsatsou, translated by Jean Demos, from Selected Poems; "Root,"

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comments are off, fight on someone else's post.

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Just keep going

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30 January, 1936 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov