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milla-frenchy · 1 month

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Glory O

2k1 | Javier Peña x fem reader x Steve Murphy | ao3 Summary: you work in a brothel, and two guys want to try something new Warnings: 18+ mdni. pwp. Glory hole, sex work, dirty talk, oral (f), fingering, jacking off, spitting, piv, cumplay, creampies, gun threat (not against reader) No age specified. a/n: thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta reading 💕 and @toxicanonymity for the spanish translation🖤

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“Let’s try this one” was the first thing you heard when they came in. You were lying on your back, the upper part of your body was hidden behind a thin wall, leaving your pussy and legs exposed.

A hand rested on your thigh and you shivered. Even though you had been working there for several months, the first contact always made your heart rate accelerate. Hand pressure was often characteristic of how you were going to be fucked. Often, but not always. A gentle caress like the one at that moment, could lead to a rough or painful fucking. Or a boring one.

The hand brushed against your skin, thumb facing your inner thigh.

“What do you think?”, you heard a man with a Chilean accent.

“Yeah, sure. You go first”, a voice with an American accent replied.

“You really like to jerk off while I fuck them, right?”

The other man chuckled, not denying it. The client next to you unzipped his jeans, then you heard the friction of clothes sliding slightly. He probably had his pants pulled down just below his balls. He put his hands on you, and when he positioned himself between your thighs, you felt a warm, hard cock pressed against your pussy. You held your breath, ready to take his cock like this, without preparation. Like you always had to do.

But he hesitated, staying there for a few seconds, his shaft against your folds. Then you heard him tuck his cock in his pants without zipping them up. His thumb spread your folds and you heard “mmmm…gorgeous. Steve, look at that.”

Footsteps came closer, and a low whistle echoed through the room.

“Yep, can’t wait to fill her up.”

You swallowed, waiting for what was going to happen.

You suddenly heard the noises coming from the nearby partitions. For a moment, you forgot that you weren't alone. Other women were being fucked, and you easily recognized the noises feigning pleasure. You always did the same, wanting the fucking to end quickly.

When you felt a warm breath against your pussy and a mustache brushing against the soft skin of your inner thighs, you snapped out of your thoughts and whimpered. The man grabbed the back of your knees and moved you towards him as far as the opening would allow, before resting one of your legs on his shoulder. His thumb brushed up and down your folds and you heard him inhale. When his tongue licked between your folds in one stroke, you moaned.

“Already wet”, he murmured.

Two men in the brothel together to fuck you could be intimidating, or degrading, but this time you were slightly less guarded than usual. He was still brushing your folds with his thumb, and you got even wetter. His finger was as sensual as his hand on your thigh, he was good at it. He brushed his finger over your clit, twirling it delicately under his skin.

“Fuck,” you muttered. That was new. They rarely took the time to make you come, and his touch was truly perfect.

“You like that, Cariño (honey)? Gonna come for me?”

His thumbs spread your folds again, then his tongue ran over them, in long strokes from bottom to top, several times.

“Oh my god”, you whimpered in your breath.

He buried his tongue in your pussy, as far as he could, his hands holding your thighs. You felt like in less than two minutes you were going to come and you covered your mouth with your hand of surprise.

“Want a taste, Steve?”

“Not yet.”

The man put your other knee on his shoulder, still fucking you with his tongue, grunting between your thighs. You heard “Steve” unzip his pants, then spit.

The man between your thighs moved up to your clit with his tongue, and he circled it with his lips, sucking gently. His middle finger brushed against your entrance, covering it with your wetness. When he pushed it in gently, the tip of his tongue swirled over your clit. Quickly, he pushed in a second finger, slowly pumping your pussy with his digits. You grabbed one of your breasts as you were already coming. Quickly, so quickly, that you didn’t really understand that it was going to happen. You wondered if the other men fucking the women heard the difference in tone between your moans and theirs.

“That’s good, bebé (baby). I’m gonna fuck you now.” You heard his hand rubbing against his mustache, probably to wipe it. You wondered what he looked like. What they looked like.

He stood up and placed his hand on your hip. His cock in the other one, he rubbed himself against your folds, covering the entire length of his shaft with your wetness, and bringing it up to rub against your clit. Your sensitivity made you gasp every time he touched it. Finally, he placed his tip to your entrance and pushed, making you moan. When the crown of his cock plunged through your entrance, you heard him growl. His dick was thick and you felt your folds part as it passed through them. Both of his hands were now on your hips, he pulled back before hitting the bottom, then thrusted again, all the way in, and you gasped.

“How is she?” asked Steve.

“Good. Fucking good. Chose the perfect one.”

His hands dug into your flesh, his body slamming against yours at a perfect pace.

“Come see this. How her pussy is taking my cock.”

You heard his footsteps, and his proximity allowed you to hear his wrist fucking his cock, too.

“You’re doin’ great, baby. Sucking his cock right in.”

He jerked off faster.

“Shit, all that cream around your cock Javi…you’re giving it to her good.”

You imagined them, their eyes fixed on your dripping pussy. When you felt another hand on your body, you thought you were wavering. Steve caressed your skin, while Javi was still fucking you. Steve slid his hand up to your clit, brushing it gently, and you moaned.

“Shh, you’re ok baby. I’m gonna touch you gently, ain’t gonna hurt you. Ok?”

“Ok”, you murmured, finally giving yourself the right to talk to them.

“Don’t want you to come yet. Can you hold back for me?”, asked Steve.

“I’m…I’m gonna try.”

“Good girl.”

The double stimulation made you clench on Javi’s cock.

“Fuck”, he grumbled. “She’s squeezing my dick. Mierda…(shit).”

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna shoot your load already? Her pussy’s that good?”

“Oh, fuck you! Yeah, she’s that good. You’ll see when you are inside her, smartass.”

He kept thrusting in, his cock was hitting your G-spot. Steve leaned down and placed his lips on your clit and this time you thought you were going to faint. His tongue was applying a perfect pressure and they both were driving you crazy. You felt your pussy clench desperately.

“Fuck, fuck…” Still thrusting in, you heard Javi groan louder and louder.

“Then it’ll be Steve’s turn, you’re gonna take both of our cocks, right? Gonna fill that pussy with our cum.”

“Yes, yes please…”

Your pussy was clenching and you couldn’t stop it. You felt Javi’s cock twitch inside you, he grumbled “I’m gonna fill you up” and finally he froze, sending spurts of cum deep inside your walls. The sounds of other men's moving bodies, their grunts, were filling the room.

Once he emptied his balls, he withdrew and spread the cum that was flowing out along your folds with his cock. Then he pulled away, and Steve’s hands were on you. He surprised you too, when he leaned down towards you and twirled his tongue around your clit again. You wondered if Javi had smeared his cum on it, if Steve was tasting him on you. He spread your folds with his thumbs, and you felt some cum leaking down. He stood aside to look. Since they had entered the room, they had behaved differently from all the men who had fucked you so far. The way they were touching you, fucking you, made you tremble.

Steve slid his middle finger over your folds, spreading more of Javi’s cum, making you hold your breath. Then he stood up, and grabbed his cock.

“Look at that Javi. You’re right, her cunt is gorgeous. And even more beautiful covered with cum.”

He ran his cock along your entrance, soaking it with your wetness and Javi’s cum. You were used to multiple creampies, when several men fucked you in a row. But this sensuality, their playful attitude, was new to you. Steve pushed in, and its girth made you gasp.

“Mmmm, it's good, baby. My cock’s covered by both of you. How hot is that…”

You thought you were going to come just from hearing him, and your pussy tightened around his cock.

“Fuck…don't make me come too quickly. Wanna fuck this pussy properly.”

“Sorry”, you murmured.

“Don't be sorry. Love hearing your little moans. Very different from those of your friends, mmm?”

“Yeah…yeah, fuck.”

“We’re fucking you good, you don't need to fake it…is that right?”

“Yeah, you’re fucking me good. Love your cocks.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, I bet you do.”

You heard another voice, neither Steve nor Javi.

“Andale, cabrón. Toman demasiado tiempo. Queremos cogerla también.” (Come on, man. You guys are taking too long. We wanna fuck her too.)

Steve froze, and asked Javi “What did he say?”, who translated to him.

“We’re not done, man. Pick another girl, move!” He raised his hand, to tell them to fuck off. But it didn’t stop the man:

“Voy a llamar al jefe y él va a sacarlos. Nosotros ya pagamos para cogerla. No pueden tenerla solo para ustedes.” (I'm gonna call the boss, he’s gonna throw you out. We already paid to fuck her. You can't keep her to yourself like that!)

This time, you translated for him. He pulled out of you, and tucked his cock in his pants. You heard a loud noise, and guessed that Steve pinned the other man against the wall. He had difficulty breathing, Steve was probably holding him by the throat. You heard a click of a gun: the security was removed.

“Yo soy tu patrón. ¿Sí?” (I am your boss, yes?)

“¡Está bien! Está bien! ¡Yo hago lo que ustedes digan!” (It’s ok, it’s ok! I’ll do whatever you say)

“¿Sí?” (yeah?)

Steve threw the man to the ground, then put the gun back in his shoulder holster before coming back to you.

Javi pointed his finger to the other men who were waiting, and said “Cállanse, todos. Ahora ella es nuestra. Entienden?” (Fuck off, all of you. She’s ours, for now. Understand?)

There were a few murmurs, then footsteps receded.

“Sorry ‘bout that, baby. Fucking animals.”

Steve thrusted into you after pulling out his cock. He was still hard as steel, as if he enjoyed the adrenaline of the fight. Knowing that he had a gun on him while he was fucking you turned you on, even if you couldn’t see it.

He was fucking you harder, faster. Sometimes slowing down to look at his cock digging into you. Covered in Javi's cum. He leaned forward slightly and let his saliva flow onto your clit, before twirling it under his thumb.

“You’re gonna come for me too, baby? Can’t fill you up if I didn’t make you come. That ain’t good southern manners.”

You felt he was close but he didn’t slow down his pace. Thrusting his thick cock in you, his body slamming against yours, his balls slapping against your ass. He spat on your clit this time, and you felt another orgasm building.

“You’re doing great, Cariño. So good for our cocks. Bet you’d like us to fuck you again. Maybe you’d suck our cocks next time.”

He heard you moaning, and chuckled.

“Yeah? You’d like that, one of our cocks in your mouth and the other one in your cunt? Stuffing you from behind, making you choke on that dick?”

“Javi, what the hell…I’m tryin’ to hold on here!”

The last thing you heard before you came was Javi tapping on Steve’s shoulder. Your pussy squeezed his shaft, and that's all he was waiting for to come deep inside your core, mixing his cum with Javi's, as your spasms were milking his cock.

“You didn’t do better than me, smartass.”

They both chuckled, until Steve pulled out, breathing loudly, and the two stood in front of your open, exposed, dripping pussy. Javi spread your folds, and their cum flowed out.

“Fuck, that’s hot, man.”

“Yeah, we fucked her good.”

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poemsfor-her · 8 months

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A GUIDE TO FINDING YOUR OWN STYLE: PART. I Y2K ୨୧ ׅ ۫ 𖹭

The Y2K Era became well-defined by 1997, replacing the Core '90s Era which had been known for its grittier aesthetics such as Grunge. The Spice Girls' single "Wannabe" was released in the U.S. and gained international popularity, leading to a new era in teen pop. Y2K fashion calls back to the biggest trends of the late 90s and early 2000s. It blends the pop culture of the millennium with bright colors and kitschy aesthetics to create an unapologetically maximalist look. One of the key fashion points of the y2k wave are: low raised jeans, crop tops, small handbags and mini skirts. POC POPULARIZED THE STYLE. The fashion icons of the y2k era were Destiny's child, Britney Spears, Paris Hilton and Christina Aguillera.

I. TYPES OF THE Y2K STYLE ୨୧ ׅ ۫ 𖹭

1. CYBERCORE

Y2K (also known as Kaybug or Cybercore) is an aesthetic that was prevalent in popular culture from roughly 1997 to 2004, succeeding the Memphis Design and Grunge eras and overlapping with the McBling, UrBling, Surf Crush, and 2K1 aesthetics. Named after the Year 2000 problem, it is characterized by a distinct aesthetic period, encapsulating fashion, hardware design, music, and furnishings shining with tech optimism—sometimes literally. Some of its aspects include tight leather pants, shiny clothing, silver eye shadow, spiky up-dos, Oakleys, gradients, translucence, and Blobitecture. Most Y2K aesthetics rely on the use of technology and slick futuristic looks, signaling the optimism for the 3rd Millennium or 21st Century. The Y2K Era ended around 2004 and was succeeded by the Frutiger Aero era. This style is full of mostly gray, blue, green and black colors. One artist that i think perfectly describes the cybercore concept are XG in their newest concept photos alongside with AESPA that can sometime miss the concept they mainly do.

2. MCBLING

The McBling aesthetic went into full swing around late 2004 with the release of the movie Mean Girls, the popularization of Myspace, the popularization of emo via Green Day's American Idiot, the phasing-out of 2K1, the iPod becoming a huge status symbol via Apple's silhouette ad campaign, the premieres of Laguna Beach and Lost, and Gwen Stefani starting her solo career, further hastening the end of the Y2K era. McBling was concurrent or overlapped with a number of other 2000s aesthetics, such as UrBling, Surf Crush, 2K7, and Frutiger Aero.This led into the ElectroPop 08/Hipster/Jersey Shore Era, which lasted from about 2008 to 2013. On social media in recent years, the McBling aesthetic has grown in popularity, albeit it is often lumped with or mistaken for the Y2K aesthetic. The colors of this style are: pink, white, silver and gold.

3. DARK Y2K

Instead of lighter and brighter colors, like pinks and pastels, the Dark Y2K aesthetic heavily revolves around colors like black, grey, deep blue, dark purple, and dark green. However, hot pinks are also seen in Dark Y2K fashion. The Dark Y2K visual focuses on freedom and youth, and rebelling. Visuals that are typically seen in the aesthetic are low-rise jeans and belts, with lipgloss and sometimes even glitter eyeshadow. Some of the styles worn could even be viewed as provocative.The 2003 film Thirteen can be seen as an influence to Dark Y2K fashion and visuals, with its main characters wearing cropped tops, low-rise jeans with a noticeable thong, and studded belts. The main characters are also seen rebelling and sneaking out, and getting tongue and bellybutton piercings.

II. MOVIES AND TV SHOWS TO WATCH

1. Y2K

— bratz: the movie

— fast and furious

— clueless

— any bratz content

2. CYBERCORE

— men in black

— the matrix

— charlie's angels

— x-men

— any superhero movie

3. MCBLING

— mean girls

— white chicks

— wild child

— the house bunny

— legally blonde

4. DARK Y2K

— twilight

— jennifers body

— skims

— thirteen

— girl, interrupted

III. SONGS TO LISTEN TO

1. Y2K

— devil - slayyyter

— gimme more - britney spears

— summertime - flo

— sugarcoat - natty

— attention - newjeans

— tokyo drift - teriyaki boyz

2. CYBERCORE

— stereo love - edward maya

— lovefool - the cardigans

— hello kitty - slayyyter

— any hyperpop song

3. MCBLING

— rumors - lindsay lohan

— faboulous - sharpay evans

— he said she said - ashley tisdale

— queencard - gidle

4. DARK Y2K

— all the things she said - t.A.T.u

— bang, bang, bang - soho dolls

— take me away - avril lavinge

— brutal - olivia rodrigo

— no celestial - le sserafim

— teen idle - marina and the diamonds

information provided by aesthethics.wiki

with love, 𝒯

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sw33tsnow · 4 months

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Enchanted by the aching wounds

- (II) / (III)

Mercenary!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Harpy!F!Reader

Warning: fluff, slight NSFW, vocabs, past traumas/comfort, nakedness, tension, NOT FOR MINORS #: I'M TERRIBLY APOLOGIZE FOR ANY GRAMMAR ERRS

Wordcount: 2k1

19th century vocabs (if needed):

Inn: Hotel

Son of a Biscuit Eater: Son of a B****

Gibface: An ugly person, especially one with a heavy lower jaw

Duffer: Dumbhead (Clumsy)

Pap(s): Nipple(s)

PREVIOUS PART || THE LAST PART

Starry night - the thought wandered Simon's mind when he first saw you.

Sapphire twilight blue wings with a few alternating gray stripes on each feather, iridescent under the beautiful moonlight. Amber eyes glowed as you furiously stared into his chestnut ones, your black horns and claws were dotted with white spots like stars beaming in the cimmerian sky. When the One-Four-One found you in the damp hold, not a single piece of clothing covering your body, only two lines of dragon-like scales with the exact same color as your wings, running from your shoulder blades down to indiscreetly cover your bosoms and private parts.

Harpies were described as brutal and bloodthirsty creatures with a hideous physique, mankind parents used those tales to scare their toddlers whenever they came home late. Flapdoodle. Here you sat, on Simon's bed as he carefully disinfected and bandaged the wounds on your gorgeous smooth skin.

“Son of a Biscuit Eater” you hissed. Simon's muscles tensed and his breath caught in his chest as your delicate eyebrows furrowed, the clean rag in his hand was gripped so tightly that it’s almost dried.

Just some more bruises on your face left but he couldn’t clean them at this angle, the blond accidentally touched the cut on your jawbone as his thick calloused fingers held your chin and tilted your head towards him. He withdrew his hand but still kept it in front of your face, giving you an anxious look.

“Please….I’m alright” Gently grasped the man's wrist with both of your hands, motioned him to continue as you pressed the rag to the wound on your jaw. Simon gulped, you hands were so tiny compared to his, yet the missing warmth where you two touched gave his stomach butterflies.

He nodded before continuing his work but with less force, felt like dandelions placed tender kisses on you.

Three firm knocks on the door broke the tension. Simon grunted, he just got some alone time with you and was already disturbed by god-knows-who. Gently checking your face once more, the blond threw his dirty rag into the basin of blood-red water, picked it up and walked towards the door. Outside was Soap, a callsign - you called him that to not mistaken with Captain Price. The gentlemen had introduced their names and callsigns for convenience and you reciprocated before Simon kidnapped you to his room.

“Wha' d’ ye want, Johnny?” The man’s lips growled beneath the cloth.

“Quit the nag, Ghost, brought clothes fo’ little lass” Soap peered inside and was blocked away by the blond's broad shoulders taking up the width of the entire doorway. You weren't dressed proper yet, couldn't let anyone see you completely bared, again, after the previous night.

“Tha’s trully kind of ye” A small hand clinging to Simon's meaty bicep caught the men’s attention, you walked over with a blanket wrapped around your body. The blanket slid down and exposed your collarbone as you reached out to the shorter man with a kind smile. Simon quickly pulled the blanket and wrapped it around you like a cocoon, you stood still, tried to stiff the laugh when Soap tossed the garment at Simon and left whistling as if to annoy him.

“Screw tha gibface” Aggresively closed the door, the blond grumbled before looked at you, "This’s the smallest we got, ‘ll get ye somethin’ to tie these culottes"

You turned your face to the side and chuckled, sounding like bird’s chirping to Simon’s ears. Whipping your head back, you slowly walked closer to the taller man as your hand tried to mute the laugh by covering your mouth.

“Wha’?” Simon raised his brow playfully at your adorable expression.

" 'll need to get changed, but if ye offer a hand…." You took the suit out of Simon's hand and gave him a mischievous look. The gentleman could only shake his head in disbelief, the cloth on his face definitely succeeded to cover a small smile formed on his lips before he absented from the room.

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Panting like an exhausted animal, Simon's body was covered in a sheen of sweat and his chest was heaving rapidly. Coming to his senses, he laid down on the luxurious mattress of the inn, put his hand on his forehead and tried to go back to sleep. The man hadn't had this nightmare for such a long time, the nightmare he never wanted to remember, but since the last job when Simon was injured, everything had changed.

Your party broke the deal and sold your team out - of course now that bilge rat's six feet underground with a bullet in his forehead - you and the blond were separated from the other three. Fortunately, Simon's injury was not severe, but the heavy snow did nothing but made his fever go south. There’s no other way but for Simon and you to hug each other, naked, to keep warm. Your wings wrapped tightly around him, delirium making the blond feel so intimate in your embrace, the warmth that he hadn't felt in years made the forgettable memories come back to haunt him again. Undoubtedly, you noticed Simon's strange behavior whenever the team mentioned that failed business, so you decided to go talk to him. The man wasn't good with words but he knew you'd only speak or act when you've considered everything prudently, plus he’s felt comfortable with the mindfulness you gave him.

Frankly, the gentlemen were not wrong letting you join the One-Four-One. Price always asked you to spar with Soap and Kyle so he could leisurely enjoy his cigars, knowing full well that you could deal with these two big boys. Guns were necessary but you rather chose swords or knives because “Even magic wouldn't help wet gunpowder”, you said. And Simon was indeed amused, you and the blond have a lot in common. Both of you despise loud noises or parties, but would never refuse elite booze. Simon’s aloof and you’re sweet but quite blunt and indifferent in your own way. If the two of you were next to each other, his mocking eyes and your sarcastic statements could humble some smug mouths with no difficulty.

Carriages’ wheels were still rumbling on the street, creating a headache-inducing noise and workers who got off work late were singing loudly in their drunken stupor. Simon gave up, dangling his legs off the bed, messy blond hair and tired eyes made him look even more haggard.

"Screw this" The man muttered and went straight to the bathroom.

Having filled the bathtub, Simon returned to the sink and began preparing the shaving foam. Out of the blue, the window opened and a strong wind rushed in, making the blond grab his gun and raised it towards danger, only to know it was you.

"Couldn’t sleep?" You said as you closed the window, walked towards Simon and gently took the deadly thing from his hand.

"Aye....ye’re back" The man relaxed his muscles.

Ever since joining as the mercenary in One-Four-One, the team called it a favor from you that they can hardly do without being spotted, scouting. Not assassination, they'd pull that easily, you sure.

You nodded, put down the gun and started taking off the hefty articles. Your leather boots were neatly stacked next to the cabinet, along with your pants. Your shirt's back was ruined by your wings, so as a habit, you naturally stole the man's shirt and put it on, knowing he would allow it. Simon stared at you in stoic, this wasn't a new sight but definitely his favorite - you stood there in his white tunic, the hem hardly covered your lower body as you raised your hands to tie your hair up hastily.

"Allow me, mister duffer" You leaned forward, grabbed the brush and the steel straight razor, walked up behind him. The blond scoffed and turned around, a towel wrapped around his waist and nothing more, you grinned and moved closer as Simon spread his legs for you to stand in between.

Having scraped out the foam with a brush and applied it to the man's face, you slowly spread the white mixture onto his masculine cheeks, majestic chin and square jaw. Simon placed one hand on your hip, the other reaching up to remove the stray lock away from your forehead, causing your focused gaze moved up to him.

"Wha’ ‘ve we known?"

"Well, bastards 've started loading the Pearl (the ship) but only one last cask has not yet exported, jus’ as announced" You swiftly flipped out the razor and twirled it in your hand.

"They're just gettin’ started" The blond mumbled.

"Hush now, ye're putting your life in my hands"

Tilting Simon's head to the side, starting from his cheekbone, you finished with the razor leaving his jawbone with a clean line. Gently flicked the foam into the sink, you cleaned the blade with the towel on the man's thigh and continued until the left cheek appeared smooth.

“Pleased?” Simon asked as you moved back a little to get a perfect angle of his face, just like an artist was indeed satisfied by her sculpture.

“Hmm…quite delightful, sir” Could hear the blond's amused laugh because of your committed face.

“ ‘Sir’? Ye truly a chaff, doll” Simon slightly shakes his head before turning the other side to you.

You chuckled, started working on the right cheek and the area under his chin, careful not to touch his Adam's apple.

“All done” You placed the cleaned razor to the side and mildly rubbed away the foam on his handsome face. Walking to the tub and dipping your arm to the water, it was steamy when you startled Simon by breaking into the bathroom but the temperature seemed to cool down a little, lukewarm perhaps.

“Come now, water’s ready”

Simon nodded before standing straight up and stripped off the towel around his waist to the cold marble floor. Didn’t say a word, the man casting his enormous shadow over you as his hulking frame approached your smaller. He unbuttoned the white tunic and peeled it off your body, no permission required, he slowly bent down to strip the last cloth which covered your private gem.

Simon entered the bathtub and gingerly placed you on his lap, face to face. You massaged his scalp with your soapy hands, gently put more pressure as you moved down his neck and tense shoulders. The man eased up as your hands roamed his torso, straight and wet dense hair laying flat against his skin and sturdy abdomen with soft plush on two rib sides shown how well-fed they got.

The blond purred as you tended to his tired body, small and caring hands, avoiding sensitive places, merely cleaning him. Fresh water poured down from the top of his head, washing away the lather that smelled faintly of perfume scent. Simon's half-lidded eyes peered down as your soft lips pressed on each scar scattered his figure, your paps lightly scraped against his body, leaving an prodigious itchy sensation.

"Ye wanna talk, Si?" You whispered, your ear pressed against his chest where his heart was beating steadily. The nickname which only allowed to be called by your angelic voice.

"Wanna savor this with ye" The man replied with a low tone, semi-hard shaft twitching in eagerness as his hand lazily rubbed your back. You knew this’s a normal physiological response.

How ironic it was that Simon and you were neither lovers nor spouses, even though your desire for each other was undeniable. Yes, both of your families encountered terrible circumstances and wounds on your bodies were absolutely not beautiful memories. Sympathy perhaps - the two of you listen, comfort, and mingle with one another. That's Friendship, certainly, but love, how ambiguous. The yearning was explicit but is it amour or just physical affection? You two understanded the pain and the loneliness, not afraid to open up but there were plenty of secrets left unsaid still.

Familiar corporeal touch was clearly trust and concern, no sexual desire contained and none of you dared to cross this fragile boundary. Awkwardness couldn’t overcome the cowardice because Simon was rigid and you were too coy.

You didn't answer, just pressed endearing kisses to his long lashes as he replied the same on your wet hair. The two of you lingered for a long moment before getting out of the cold water due to your non-stop sneezes.

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