Angel dust x reader who knew him in life, so when she (or they) finds him again she calls him Tony/Anthony and he cries? She's just so confused, cuz like "thats your name, why are you upset?" But hugs him anyway
(I don't know how I'm supposed to request, so I hope this is good enough)
Take your time, no pressure at all. Please and thank you and I hope you a happy time
A/n: Angel Dust deserves all the love.
Dying was new, though you didn't remember it now falling into hell. Now that was something you can't forget. You were lucky Charlie found you when she did, you rather not think about would happen if she didn't. Looking around the hotel their was on particular patron that had caught your eye.
"Anthony?"
His name was a whisper from your lips, you never thought you would see your best friend again. Lips quivering, you titled your head to the side praying it was them.
Head snapping at his name, a name he hadn't heard in so long Angeldust took a hesitant step forward. He couldn't believe it was you. "Birdie?"
Blinking away his tears, the demon rushed towards you as he let his arms envelope you in a hug. "Oh Birdie why are you in a dump like this?"
You were too good for hell, to pure for the fucked up life you lived. He could feel ore tears sliding down his cheeks,hitting your neck as he held you.
Frowning for a moment, you couldn't quite understand but you weren't going to complain. Not when you had your best friend back.
"I missed you Tony." You smiled letting your body relax into his.
Lord Stark wasn’t unfamiliar with busy days, the type that consumed all of his attention and energy to only leave him exhausted. The endless amount of problems that seemed to grow with each passing hour, it was a tiring feat that he handled with ease.
His duty to his House and the North was admirable, you often find yourself marvelling at how much care he has for every single minute detail that most seemed to not notice. However, his duty to you was tenfold this… perhaps that is why Cregan decided to end his day earlier than usual.
Making the eager escape back to your shared bedchambers, just the thought of you turns him into a ball of giddiness, hidden behind the rugged nature that exudes him.
He forces himself to slow his movements down as he spots you, curled up in the middle of the bed, against the furs in your cotton nightgown. He silently curses the creaky, heavy, door of your bedchambers, the groan it lets out as he closes it shut causes you to gently stir from your sleep.
“Sorry, my dear.” He whispers brows pinched together as he takes off the furs that drape over his shoulders. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
You shake your head in weak protest to his words, rubbing your eyes with a smile at the feeling of him sitting down on the edge of the bed. He admires you for a moment, how the warm fireplace casts an orangey light over your body, painting you like some sort of goddess.
“I wasn’t sleeping… just resting my eyes.” You whisper through a sleep-laden tone, your gaze meeting his own.
With a chuckle he cups the side of your face, his calloused palm resting against your cheek, his thumb smoothing over the space underneath your eyes.
“Really? Then why are you drooling all over the pillows love?” He teases, lips curled upwards into a smirk.
“I did not!” You gasp and he watches you quickly push yourself to sit up and check the pillows, rolling your eyes with a small huff.
“Maybe just a little.” He whispers, thumbing at the corner of your mouth, wiping away the remnants of a really good nap.
You shoot a playful glare up at him, moulding back into your comfortable position. A sigh escapes your lips as his fingers brush through your hair, his fingertips grazing against your scalp soothingly.
His eyes soften at the way you lean into his touch, how your body seems to completely relax once more. “How long have you been ‘resting your eyes’ for?” He asks, amusement threading through his gentle tone.
“A while… I lost track of time.” You reply with an almost sheepish smile, enjoying the way he begins to play with your hair which has become a little tussled from sleep. “I did try to wait up for you…”
“Hmm, that didn't last too long, did it?” He asks, looking down at you with adoration, his chest blooming with warmth as you nuzzle yourself against the roughness of his hand.
“No… but I did try.” You promise, making space for him as he shuffles closer to you, drawing your body to rest against him.
Cregan props himself up on his elbow, looking down at you with a tenderness in his eyes that completely melts you. He watches as you curl up against him whilst he brings the furs over your shoulders to protect you from the harsh winds that continue to howl through the castle.
"I appreciate the effort, my love, but you needn't tire yourself out waiting for me." He responds in a low and soothing tone, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your forehead.
"You know I would never want you to lose sleep on my account." Cregan continues, letting his lips linger against your forehead. His hand comes to rest against your hip, caressing the curve and dip of your waist.
He has always been so sweet to you, putting you before anything else and never once letting you doubt your place in his heart. It was a shock, especially after the rumours you had heard about him when in reality he was a huge softie... at least to you he is.
A moment of silence passes and he thinks you might’ve fallen back asleep, that is until you’re pulling him back down to steal a sweet kiss, which he is quick to deepen. He hums in contentment against your lips at the feeling of your fingers brushing through his hair.
“I’ve missed you today.” You whisper against his lips, the kiss tapering off into small loving pecks.
He grins, caressing your cheek as he pulls back slightly to look down at you. “Well… I’m right here now and I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.” He replies, his thumb trailing along your bottom lip as he holds your face before capturing your lips once more.
A/n: Since we don't know much of Atlas, I can see him being the polar opposite of Asa sweet, being a man of few words
Prompt used:
⟣ honey calcite (confidence) - "if you could see yourself the way i see you, you'd never be insecure about anything ever again."
crystal prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱
Atlas was a man of few words, he didn't say much but he knew what to say when he did. You knew that working for him and it only cemented the information when you married the man.
He always seemed to know how to make you feel better, always knew what to say and today was no different.
It was one of those days, the one's where you have no energy for anything. The day where you couldn't stand to even look at yourself in a mirror because you hated your appearance.
Atlas had stepped into the bedroom, he had wanted to take you out to that restaurant you liked so much since he noticed how down you've been feeling but seeing you curled under the massive amount of blankets he had a feeling that it won't be happening anytime soon.
"Darling." Stepping close, Atlas sat on the edge of the bed. "Can you please look at me."
Sniffling you poked your head out peering at the man with a small pout on your lips. "Yes."
Brushing away a stray tear, he gave you a gentle smile. "Would you like to go out?"
"No...I never want to go out again. I don't know why you even married me...I'm ugly."
Frowning, Atlas grasped your chin forcing you to look at him. "if you could see yourself the way i see you, you'd never be insecure about anything ever again."
Adverting your gaze for a moment, you gave him a weak smile. He always knew what to say, how to male your heart flutter. "And how's that?"
"Beautiful....my soulmate." Atlas pressed his head against yours.
Now smiling, you shifted your body to slump into his, your head nuzzling into his chest. "I guess we can go out."
A/n: I'm so sorry this took me a while 😩. I hope you feel better! @karolinda007-blog
I have Modecai for you since you asked for him and picked Viktor
•Mordecai Heller•
Everyone had bad days, Mordecai knew that having a handful of his own but you, just looking at you he knew something was wrong. He was never good at these things...comforting people but you just looked so hopeless not to mention his own feelings for you so he just had to help you.
Taking a step forward he cleared out his throat as he looked you over. He was silent for a moment once he sat down next to you. His heart hammering in his chest, Mordecai hated seeing you upset. "Are you....no of course you're not." He muttered as he reached out to you.
Letting out a small sniffle, you let your head rest against his shoulder. He wasn't about to complain, not with you anyways, never with you. So instead he held you. Did his best to comfort you in his own ways, he won't speak on the matter but he will always be by your side to pick up the pieces.
Though once Mordecai finds out while you're really upset he will take care of the problem because no one will get away with hurting you.
•Viktor Vasko•
Viktor held his fair share of nightmares, he knew he had PTSD. You just can't escape surviving a war without coming home with a few mental scars. You would often help him with his own nightmares but now it was his turn to help you.
It was a particular job that went south, he heard about it through Rocky. How you nearly died, that the man trying to kill you died on top of you. He did not blame you for being traumatized, how could you not after what you saw.
Doing your best to stifle your sobs, you brought your knees to your chest. Viktors soft voice broke through your thoughts as you curled into his embrace.
"It is all right...I am here for you." Viktor muttered as he rubbed your back. "You can be scared, do not worry."
"I cannot remove the image from my mind." You muttered.
"You went through so much...just let it out." He whispered still soothing you.
Letting your eyes closed, you let out another sniffle as you nuzzled your face into his chest as you finally calmed yourself down. "Thank you."
Modern!Viktor Vasko would absolutely feral for you if you wore a Sundress for him.
Imagine wearing that or something like that and you two are walking about the beach then the man whisks you away to a secluded area or a changing room then raises your dress and fucks you because
I'm just thinking of you and Thor from GoW spending time together. You make him feel seen as himself and not a weapon. He treats you as an equal even if he outmatches you as a warrior.
A/n: 👏👏
He doesn't feel like a burden when he is with you, a drunken mess. He actually feels loved by you and that's something that Thor would always be grateful for.
The god had thought he would be alone and miserable after he and his wife separated, that he and his daughter's relationship would always be strained until you stumbled into his life. You were soften spoken when he first met you. He did not think much of you, just some weakling that he didn't have to think twice off.
Until you slipped into the hall where he was drinking alone one night. You were kind, you didn't treat him less. Nor did you talk down on him like he was some drunken asshole. After that night you two started to see each other more and more. It amazed him by how well you two had gotten long, how much you two had in common.
You might have not been much of a warrior or fighter but you were kind, gentle. He was happy that you got along with his daughter so well, not to mention you and Sif.
Placing his hand on your head, you glanced up at him as you straightened your arms above your head biting back a yawn. "Ready for bed?"
Tipping his head to you, he let his hand caress your cheek as he nodded his head. "I am"
He was enough in your eyes and for that, he will forever be happy to have you in his life.
Nico, while you're giving birth, wants to be there for you, but he also can not handle you being in pain! He is constantly second-guessing everything, and you will end up having to calm him down! 😭
A/n: The man is fine with anything until it comes to you and then he loses it 😩
Gritting your teeth, you did your best to take deep breaths in as another contraction hit you. Nico was know help, the man went from staying by your side to rushing around the room to find something to make you feel better to bothering the doctor as they helped you through the pregnancy.
Nico was like this the moment he realized his feelings for. Never letting you take on a job that he deemed to dangerous or never letting you out of his site. He's not about to let anything help you.
But now that you're pregnant, it's about a 100x worse since he is fussing over you. Attending to your needs but now that your water broke? Oh no this is bad! He's never dealt with anything like this before and your water broke so he needs to take action so why was he just standing in place.
Nico hates your cries, he hates that you're in so much pain. Once the doctor arrives to take care of you, once he has calmed down he decides to set himself behind you doing his best to make sure you are okay and comfortable.
Jealous...he couldn't believe that he was jealous. It's not like he had a right to be. You were faithful, he knew that you would never do anything it was those parasites that wouldn't leave you alone is what he couldn't stand.
His fur bristles seeing one asshole not leaving you alone, the bastard trying to fix your necklace even though you were clearly uncomfortable. Working his jaw he straightened his form making his way towards you. His arm tightening around your hips pulling you too his side.
"You have two seconds to leave my sight before I put a bullet between your eyes." Mordecai sneered.
Watching the man quickly scatter away, a small snort escaped your lips. Shaking your head you placed a light kiss to his cheek as Mordecai's gaze lingered on the man until he was out of view. "You get so cute when you get all jealous."
"Hmp." Rolling his shoulders, he could still feel his irritation hit him. "We're leaving."
"Ohh! I know that look." It was the same look he always had when he wanted to fuck away his own frustrations. "Let's hurry up, wouldn't want you to get more pissed off....more jealous" you teased.
Mordecai harrumphed, feigning annoyance but his eyes twinkling with mirth betrayed him. "Jealous? Of those idiots with half a brain?" He spat, but that was a lie, anyone with a brain could see how jealous he was and right now he had to fix with. Not giving you a chance to react, he used the hand that wasn't holding your waist to swoop down and capture your lips in a intoxicating kiss, pouring all the longing and desire he harbored for into that liplock.
"Those idiots can look all they want. But only I get to touch you." Mordecai had to bite his tongue, he'd rather not they look but he couldn't do much about it.
Chuckling softly, you shook your head as your fingers clutched his tie fixing as he bent down for another kiss as he pressed you into the wall. His hand left your cheek to thumb your bottom lip lovingly when he detached from your lips again, his half-lidded eyes darkened with want.
"We're leaving."
Nearly melting into your kiss, you let your fingers clutch his shirt tightly. Before breaking the kiss your fingers grabbed a hold of his tie to peer up at him.
"I wouldn't mind that....I also wouldn't mind if you get a little possessive. I do like it when you get possessive Mordecai."
A low rumbling growl erupted from Mordecai's chest at your words, his eyes flashing with feral possession. "Is that so?" He practically purred, angling his face down so his words ghosted hotly against your parted lips.
"Well then, how could I ever deny such a request." In a blink of an eye, he grasped hold of your wrist tugging you into one of the spare rooms, locking the door. He didn't care at the moment, his thoughts only consumed by you. His hands gripped your hips tightly, the dig of his fingers undoubtedly leaving marks under the fabric of your dress that only he can see a declaration of ownership only for his eyes.
"How's this for possessive?" Mordecai practically growls in your ear, nipping at your neck playfully yet with an underlying edge. One hand leaves your hips to sneaking under your skirt, deft fingers parting the silky fabric of your underwear. He rumbled smugly when he felt your slick arousal coating his digits even before he touched your heat.
"So wet for me already." He praised huskily before positioning himself against your backside, letting you feel his hardened length pulsating eagerly through his pants.
Any rational thought he had was long gone, you always had that effect on him and since it was you he just didn't care.
"We have the whole night ahead of us. Do you think you can handle another of my jealous tantrums?"
Mordecai rolled his hips against your ass teasingly, his other hand coming around to palm your breasts possessively through your dress. "Or should I show everyone here who you really belong to?" He whispered darkly in challenge, nipping the curve of your neck.
You had to bite back a whimper as Mordecai clutched your hips. "Mordecai...please."
"Please, what?" Mordecai rumbled smugly against your ear, already knowing what you wanted yet choosing to draw it out to further rile you up. His fingers toyed with the slit of your panties, gathering your arousal in wet circles around your clit but never directly touching where you wanted him most.
“Use your words...you can still do that? Can't you?.” He reminded huskily, biting back a groan as you ground your ass against his hard length desperately. God, how he wanted to take you.
But this, this was by far more fun, drawing out your pleasure is just as enjoyable for the possessive man. Mordecai pressed open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck, sure to leave dark love bites as a reminder of who made you sing.
“Tell me what you need’. I will give it to you, on one condition.” He pulled his fingers away from your drenched folds to pivot you around, smirking devilishly as your eyes fluttered open to meet his lust filled gaze, glasses long gone from his face.
“Scream my name for everyone to hear when you come. Let these idiots know who you're with.” Mordecai snarled, dipping his head to envelop your lips in a hungry, punishing kiss as he delved two fingers deep inside your core without warning, curling them expertly against the sweet spot.
“Now say it.” He demanded against your lips, working his fingers in and out of your tight heat mercilessly. “Tell me what you want, princess.”
A cry tore from your lips as you clutched the sheets below you. "Mordecai! Please, fuck me."
A possessive, feral snarl tore from Mordecai's throat at your pleading words. "Good girl." He rumbled appreciatively, yanking his fingers out of your soaked heat to quickly undo his belt and fly.
Without any preamble, Mordecai spun you around once more.Back now on the bed as he caged you in, hovering above you.
He wasted no time sinking his thick girth deep inside your clenching heat with one deep thrust, the feeling so velvety and tight around him making both of you keen at the intimate reconnection.
His lips crashed down to devour your gasp and moan, swallowing your sound as he set a punishing pace from the get go. The smacking sound of sweat-slicked skin meeting echoed in the still night, Mordecai's fingers digging bruisingly into your thigh wrapped around his waist to hold you in place.
"You always feel so wonderful." He grunted against your mouth, angling his hips to hit that treasured spot deep inside with each hard thrust. Mordecai drank in your features contorting in bliss, his own face a mask of feral rapture.
His pistoning grew more erratic as his release approached, his fingers finding your pearl and rubbing tight circling motions. "Come for me'. I wanna feel you clench around my cock when you scream my name." Mordecai demanded gutturally, pistoning his hips sharper.
"M-Mordcai!" You cried out as your orgasm crashed over you in flooding waves, inner walls clamping deliciously tight around Mordecai's cock still pistoning relentlessly through your high.
A low snarling curse tore from Moredcai'z throat at your whimpered declaration, the sound of his name on your lips as you came undone pushing him over the edge. With a feral snarl, he sunk his teeth onto the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder to muffle his grunts as he spilled his hot seeds deep into your fluttering sheath.
The two of you clung to one another as you both floated down from your shared high, Mordecai still languidly rocking into your tender core to ride out the aftershocks. His claws tracing idle patterns on your hip elicited intermittent shivers from you.
"Are you alright?" He whispered hoarsely once he found his voice again, pressing wet kisses along your shoulder and up your neck suddenly embarrassed, he did his best to not look at you.
He pulled out of you slowly and turned you to face him, his gaze softening at you as he cupped your cheeks.
"I'm fine Mordecai...you don't have to apologize. If I didn't like it then I would tell you."
Humming, Mordecai nodded his head as he shifted his body holding you close as he nuzzled his nose into your neck, you felt so good. Your body nestled tightly into his own, he could feel your heart beat. You were so soft, he loved moments like these. He loved how your tail would wrap around his own. Sure the sex was amazing, it was something he couldn't get enough of when it came to you.
He couldn't help but feel prideful knowing it was his scent, his cologne that covered your body. Maybe those idiots would leave you alone.
Shifting your body, you gave Mordecai a sleepy smile as you gave his chest a lazy kiss. "Do you feel better now?"
Scoffing, he adverted his gaze from you. He rather not admit how good it felt to be within you. He was never good with words, he was still shocked how he even managed to have you as someone like you by his side. "Yes...much better."
How would Mordecai act if the reader was flirty (especially in front of other people) to him?
That’s basically my OC at times lol
A/n: I love that so much
Body tense, Mordecai still doesn't know how to react whenever you flirt with him. He's always a bit embarrassed, looks away while telling you to stop but he know's it is futile because you won't, if it truly bothered him. Mordecai know's that if he asked you to stop, that it genuinely bothered him than you would but deep down he didn't want you to stop flirting with him around other men.
He couldn't help but feel prideful over the fact that you had chosen him over everyone else. He liked it when you batted your pretty eyes up at him or how you'd press your body against his. Mordecai relished how he would smell like your perfume whenever you kissed him whenever some other woman got particular close to him.
Mordecai did get embarrassed when you'd make flirty remarks in front of the other men about him, he wasn't used to someone as pretty as you taking interest in someone like him.
"Look how handsome you are Mordecai." Smiling up at him, the man grumbled under his breath as his ears flattened for a moment.
"Hmp."
Shaking your head, you fixed his tie then stood up to place a small kiss to his cheek as he quickly adverted his gaze from you. "So cute!"
─ ★Cockwarming Alastor- he isn't used to this, used to sex or anything of that matter but with you it just feels right, with you he does not want to stop. He loves the way you whimper, the way you whisper his name as he thrusts into you at a particular angle. You feel like heaven.
One certain days Alastor likes to fuck you during his little radio broadcasts, he knows the Vee's are listening. You were their favorite dancer before he got a hold of you. His favorite day was when he fucked your innocents away. He may have been sloppy but the way you screamed his name over the radio proved how much you enjoyed it.
But his favorite thing to do is to cockwarm you while he works, your pussy wrapped around his cock as your face buried its self into his neck. Oh how he loves to hold you close as you sleep, you deserve to rest after that. He finds it so hard to control himself around you, something primal hits him, something demonic but now, now he can relax. Your walls clenching around him as he shifts his body durning his broadcasts.
For now he won't disturb you, not when you're stuffed but when you wake up. Alastor just hopes that you're up for another round.
Northern men know how to drink, it’s something you learned from first-hand experience on the night of your wedding. How the lords and ladies danced and drank together throughout the night, slurring their words and spilling their ale.
Today was no different, a celebration for your husband's name day that has been going on since the sun had started to rise. You couldn’t complain about it, it was nice to see Cregan not overwhelmed with his duties.
The dining hall is dimly lit with candles that are littered everywhere, the white wax melts in clumps on the wooden tables that are stained with ale and wine. You notice how much calmer the atmosphere seems to be, now that the evening has approached, as you lean back into your chair.
Most of the guests had taken their leave by now and only a few Lords and Ladies remain, and even their faces were visibly exhausted. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you glance over to Cregan, who is already looking at you with soft, glossed-over eyes.
“You look beautiful” he whispers, his words are slurred from his drunken state, but they still carry so much honesty and love that it melts you.
The smile that teeters on your lips is uncontrollable and it only makes Cregan admire you even more. He leans back in his chair whilst he drinks the sight of you in with hungry eyes.
You rest your hand over Cregans as he squeezes your thigh gently. “Have you had a good day?” You ask as he nods his head, his big hand caressing your thigh lazily.
“The best… thanks to you my lady” he says with a soft chuckle at the way you give him an almost shy smile. He can’t help but adore everything about you… you’re beyond perfect, 'a gift from the gods' as Cregan always says.
“I’m glad, though, perhaps it is time to call it a day now?” You tell him as you take his calloused hand within yours. He hums in agreement as his thumb soothes against your palm.
Getting him back to your shared bedchambers was a very humorous challenge. You were practically dragging him along as he leaned onto you for support, his hands soothing against your hips and waist whilst you guided him through the cold halls of the Winterfell castle.
The fireplace warms your bedchambers, bathing the cosy room in a soft light, as it crackles and pops. Cregan watches you take off your jewellery before changing into your nightgown with a soft smirk, his eyes gleaming with fondness.
“Gods, look at you… an absolute goddess” he says, his raspy voice just above a whisper. He wastes no time in approaching you clumsily, his hands grasping needly on your body as he tugs you closer to him.
The giggle that escapes you leaves Cregan breathless and it certainly doesn’t help when your fingers begin to brush through his hair as you stand between his legs. He looks up at you with a smile as you cup his face gently… he simply can not get enough of you.
“You should sleep,” you tell him softly knowing how awful his morning fog will be. He shakes his head softly as he rests against your stomach, his hand still grasping at your hips.
“Not before I thank you properly… my queen” His tone is teasing as he lets out a soft chuckle at the way you gasp.
“Shh… your words are dangerously close to treason” you whisper softly as your hand moves to clasp over his mouth, you look down at him with an almost shy smile.
"My words will only be treason if someone hears them... and we are alone." He pulls your hand away from his mouth, his fingers caressing your wrist. The way you look when he praises you makes him crazy. Your eyes, your smile, you are beautiful.
He hugs you close, pressing a kiss on your cheek. "But you are my queen. You rule over my heart. No one could ever take that place from you."
The honesty and love that are woven within his each and every word takes you back, your expression softens and your eyes start to well up with tears. It’s an overwhelming feeling that warms your chest and makes your skin tingle.
You take a seat on the bed beside him with a soft sigh. His thumb wipes away your tears as he presses another kiss to your cheek. “Don’t cry… you’re far too pretty for that” he whispers, his forehead resting against yours.
A bright smile teeters on his lips at the sound of your precious laughter, he brushes your hair behind your ears before pressing a kiss to your jaw.
“I love you, Cregan.” The words feel so natural and he absolutely relishes in the way you say it. He buries his face into the crook of your neck with a boyish smile.
“I love you too… my queen” he replies, his tone heavy with exhaustion as the alcohol starts to weigh on him however that doesn’t stop him from pressing lazy kisses all over your face, his hands soothing against your hips and waist whilst he whispers sweet nothings into your skin.
Cregan will soon find sleep, with his arms wrapped around you and his face buried into your neck. You’ll have to tease him tomorrow about how much of an affectionate drunk he is.
Older boyfriend Simon who Always opens the doors for you, passenger door, restaurant door, bedroom door, house door, every damn door he can open he will.
Older boyfriend Simon who always brings you flowers when he gets back from a mission.
Older boyfriend Simon who will talk about you constantly when you're not around. at base? talking poor soap and gaz's ears off about how pretty you are. Prices office? still talking about you. In his and soaps shared room? staring at your picture and talking about your favorite things.
older boyfriend Simon who is VERY protective of you. When u first met Gaz, soap, Keegan, and price he threatened to kill them all if they even tried to flirt with you.
Older boyfriend Simon who literally has a tracker on your phone. not in the gross toxic way, almost in the worried mom way. If you want to go out for a girls night he checks that thing 20 times in an hour. Hes just so worried someones gonna hurt his precious girl:(
Older boyfriend Simon who is the definition of scary dog privilege. Like if someone even speaks to you with an attitude for a second they will hear about it for hours. Did someone physically (or mentally) hurt you? you best bet they're getting their ass beat.
Older boyfriend Simon who comes home grumpy from work and raises his voice at you, then immediately feels bad when you start to cry.
Older boyfriend simon who buys you anything you stare at for a second to long. (and buys your whole wish list in 2 months).
Older boyfriend Simon who dosent know how to use his words and apologize so instead buys you gifts. (he's working on using his words better)
Older boyfriend simon whos so jealous after you talk to a man that he bends you over the table at home and makes you moan his name until "you've learned your lesson"
Older boyfriend Simon who uses "pet names" for you. he never uses your real name, its always, princess, missus, sweetheart, doll, and recently "princessa" (we can thank Alejandro for that)
Side notes: I just really wanted to babble on about older boyfriend simon, and how i think he would act idk, i just feel like hes very obsessed and feral for you. i also want to make a whole series of what its like living with older boyfriend Simon
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