#agegaphater

Sorry but in my head i can’t imagine Simon with a 5 foot 18 year old virgin dressed in pink lace, fresh out of high school and all. I get where the appeal is, so no hate, but realistically…

Simon needs some meat and experience on his woman!

(To be clear, Simon really doesn’t care if you’re 5ft or 6ft, same with your weight. It really doesn’t matter because he’s always gonna be stronger. Just think he‘d love something to grab.)

A woman of his own thread, went through her own shit, deep dark bags under her eyes and scars littered on her body to prove it. He‘d probably go crazy for tattoos, piercings, dyed hair, dramatic makeup or no makeup at all. Loves everything you wear, he notices every new thing you wear and change about yourself in general. Always compliments it with a big forehead smooch and a grumble of „My girl's so creative…soo pretty“ while he locks your head in his biceps.

His dick goes dumb for every stretch mark, the cellulite on your ass when you bend over, and when your pubes curl out of your underwear he can’t help but have a taste. And when he’s down there he makes sure bury his nose and take deep whiffs of your sweat. Don’t question me on this.

Actually don’t bother shaving anywhere anymore. Simon could not, for the life he has lived through, give less of a fuck about body hair. Especially on women, its always much less than what men could accumulate anyway. How could that gross him out? Nothing about his beautiful womans body could gross him out. Can’t feel anything with his calloused ass hands anyway. If you do shave, he always makes sure to take a lick. Loves the feeling of smooth skin on his tongue.

Anyway, as cute as billionaire au‘s are, i imagine sharing a small shoddy apartment with Simon. I know he’d probably make a lot of money as a Lieutenant but hear me out. Simon isn’t the type to live lavishly anyway. He feels much more at home in those big ussr concrete style buildings where nobody really knew eachother, crammed into an apartment. All he needs is a bed, a kitchen and a balcony. (you had to make him get a closet and a mirror) Less to clean up after a shitty day at work. He‘ll save that money to buy you anything you want (and a nice retirement.) (also obviously he pays all the bills. You don’t pay for anything anymore, no matter how much money he or you makes.)

What i‘m trying to say is, his type of woman is a grown woman, who goes to work and comes home exhausted, pissed off, and curses at him for not putting his dirty boots on the shoerack. He knows what he did. He’s usually very diligent with his chores and keeping tidy. He just does it to rile you up, kiss it better and apologize with a quick but defty orgasm, be it on his fingers, tongue or dick.(„whichever way you want, luv“)

Afterwards he‘ll clean you up while the kettle boils, make both of you a cup of tea, wrap you in a blanket and sits you on his lap on a creaky balcony chair, sweet cigar smoke curling around the two of you. (if you smoke, he shares his cigar with you.)

Going through the ups and downs of life is what i imagine with Simon, sitting in the dimly lit kitchen at 3am with him after he suddenly came back from a particularly rough mission. The little kitchen light flickering as you sit with him, just sit with him, holding his hand. Nobody says a word, until he pulls you up and carries you into bed. He exhales deeply, a groan and a whimper at the same time, as he greedily squeezes you into his arms, wrapping them around your hips to end at the flesh of your ass. Gropes at it like a stress ball until he falls asleep peacefully.