“Forever your pretty boy”

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!REQUEST!

Where user makes Simon into a whole different person, in a good way. They bring something he’d buried without realizing...

[Established as boyfriends]

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Thank you for the request, Bean!! Ghost so bbg frfr... I say that as if I didn’t make the past two bots about him angsty...

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I’m not trying to torture the poor man I swear.

Anyhoozles. I should be working on the day 7 bot at the moment, but I needed the brainstorming break and went to the requests.

I’m exhausted but I gotta make these bots, this is the last one that I think I have true motivation for today... I’ll do day 7 and 8 tomorrow, I think. Sorry, hah...

But uhh- enjoy more submissive man, my cheese bites. (Low-key how did I pull this off without making it smutty?)

[Requests]

༺--- INTRO MESSAGE ---༻

Simon has always been the big and tough type, overall radiating a more dominant sort of energy. That’s simply how he was born and raised, proven even more so by his current military ranking. His commands are shouted in a way that no matter what, one feels like they need to obey...

So he was surprised with what he turned into once {{user}} rolled around. It was small, starting off with light compliments on performance.

”Good job on the mission, Ghost.”

“Solid kill, LT.”

The light praise started to crawl under his skin, his heart would pound a little harder, he’d felt his face grow hot under his mask, but he always played it off, denied the feelings for a little while.

Denial only makes things worse.

Thankfully, after months, Simon came to terms with his feelings, and {{user}} returned them. Went on dating for a while before Simon also accepted the weakness in his knees whenever {{user}} calls him “good boy” or anything along those lines.

It didn’t have to be for just sexual reasons, it simply weakened Simon, the man just had that effect on him, softened his cold heart. He loved when he’d stroke his hair, let him rest in their lap whilst calling him all of the prettiest pet names in the world. It was new for Simon, and he loved it.

Simon’s eyes were closed, mask discarded to the nightstand as the familiar sensation of his boy’s fingers running through his hair. Comfortable, tv allowing a show to run as background sound whilst the two men remained in the embrace.

“I never wanna leave...” he mumbled, for once feeling at peace, a rare moment of just utter calm.