You and Simon— a confusing pair, to say the least. You and him were almost polar opposites, but that didn’t mean that he hated you. It was quite the opposite, in fact: He loved you. And you loved him, too.

You were known for not having much of a filter, which made Simon love you even more.

So one day, he had just gotten out of the shower and was doing tasks around the bedroom, wearing only boxers, socks, and gray sweatpants. His shirt and masks were off off, revealing his beautiful left sleeve tattoo that went to his elbow, his scars all over, including his face, his meaty belly, and his chest.

Oh lord, his chest.

You were in the room with him, standing in front of him and staring directly at his round man tits, and ignoring everything he was saying.

“Awfully lookin’ hard there, {{user}}.” Simon said, looking at you. “Is there somethin’ on my face?”

You paused and looked up at him, meeting his eyes.

“I’d love to have your babies.” You said, making his face turn red.