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stalker!simon, who lurks in ill-lit alleyways, prowls on corners near your house. protecting you from unwanted harm that weird creeps like him would cause.
stalker!simon, who makes sure you’re safe at all times. even if that means walking behind you, at a reasonable distance, when he’s not deployed, or on base.
there were potent signs that he was always present. you could often smell the light scent of nicotine and gunpowder in the air. imbedded into your sinuses like a bad cold that never leaves.
stalker!simon, who sits in tight and uncomfortable booths when you’re out at clubs. examining everything minor detail around him, from the loud music to the eerie creeps who sat in the corners. waiting to pounce on their next victim.
which unfortunately was you.
im dreaming. what.
i love all of you soooo much, thank you sosoosososososososososososososooooooo much for 5k 🥹❤️🩹
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stalker!soap, who accidentally bumps into you at a local coffee shop, brew spilling down your white shirt. welkin stained eyes contrite while he apologised profusely; smooth scottish accent carrying well.
you told him it was fine, but he insisted to buy you another one. reluctantly you accepted, and he tried to make small talk, but it was a bit awkward with how he was practically burning holes into your partially see-through button-up top. giving him a clear window to the bra you had on underneath.
it didn’t last long, thankfully, as your name was called out for a vanilla cappuccino. you said your goodbyes, and instantaneously trekked off to work.
as ominous as he was, he seemed like a nice enough guy, so the interaction didn’t plague your mind as much as it should have.
Viking!simon 👉🏻👈🏻🥺
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viking!simon, who has a scowl on his face every time he sees you. being in an arranged marriage was hard enough, but to have your husband hate you every waking moment was just the cherry on top. you thought you were good enough, coming from the daughter of another powerful village, however according to some of the other villagers you were softer and daintier than they expected.
sure you were less bulky, but you were still on the taller side! just not as tall.
all of your thoughts came to a screaming halt when your village was in the midst of getting raided. the soft pads of your feet as they hit the rough bark and coarse dirt beneath you, were the only other noise except for the howling wails in the background, luckily for you they were slowly fading away.
you knew how to fight, and you wanted to, but simon didn’t let you. as soon as he saw you swinging an axe into an enemies skull, he stripped you of your weapons, and pushed you away while yelling at you to hide in the forest.
so here you were, running in and out of the deeply defaced trees, trying your hardest to not eat shit and stack it, over something stupid like a rock.
a quick look behind you was all it took for you to be tackled to the ground. the distraction left your organs squished, lungs winded, and completely helpless on the floor, writhing under what felt like a ton of bricks.
using the remaining strength you had left, you pushed the stranger off. or tried to. as they sat up, a knife was pulled out of their waistband, presumably to stab you or slice your throat.
you never knew thanks to simon who swooped in at a second to spare, decapitating them.
the head slid off of their neck, while sticky ichor gushed over your bare stomach; the draining, lifeless face took its time rolling onto the ground.
with a helping hand simon brought you onto your feet. blood, sweat and dirt smothered his blonde hairy chest, creating a mixture that was dripping everywhere, including over fresh wounds that adorned his skin.
“you should’ve ran faster.”
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bodyguard!soap x princess!reader (blurb)
can you tell I love overly jealous guys? they make me weak 😵💫
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bodyguard!soap who angrily fisted his cock to the scent of your panties, which were currently balled up in his hand; smushed into his nose. he loathed that slimy fucker who touched you today. couldn’t he tell that you were off limits? soap finally got you to himself, and he just had to stroll in?
nononononono, that’s not how it worked.
you were his, and his alone.
he would just need to make them know. one way or another.
sure he was standoffish, and practically barked instructions at you when you did something wrong when outside of the safety of your castle. but it was just for your safety because he cared about you so much.
that’s what he was there for right? to keep you safe.
even if it looked like he hated you, every single day, the mere thought of any guy doing that to you again, got him really riled up; possessiveness flowed through his veins, every single day.
call him a guard dog at this point.
fuck’n hell bonnie, the things you did to him.
if only the circumstances were different; the things he would do to you. plunging his thick cock into the sweet pussy that matched your equally sweet voice he dreamt of.
you drove him to absolute madness.
Please do a bodyguard soap version. I am on my knees
ooo girlllll I don’t really write for soap, but I’ll try my best to work around his mannerisms and how he’s perceived 😘
gimme like a few days to read some fics
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bodyguard!ghost x princess!reader (blurb)
bodyguard!ghost who angrily ruts up into you, huffing and puffing like a 3 year old throwing a tantrum; leaky tip hitting that sweet spot only he can reach like there’s no tomorrow. your drooling cunt hugged him tightly as he wrapped a fistful of hair around his hand.
something in him snapped that day.
he found out today that your father, the king, was looking into suitable prospects for you to marry.
“Fuck, princess…” he groaned into your ear, “This pussy is mine. And only mine, yeah?”
“Only you, Si.” you moaned drunkenly as he beckoned you into sweet release. ruining your virgin cunt for your future husband, and any future experience for you :(
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fluff, angst, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, missionary, creampies, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, grinding, NSFW work.
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CW: !!!NSFW MDNI!!!, afab reader, cowgirl, bulge kink, breeding kink, baby trapping.
this is part 2, to part one 😘
song for the chapter: Leave Me Lonely - Ariana Grande
ex-husband?!Simon, who eventually convinces you to let him come inside to talk once he finds out that your daughter isn’t home, and is actually at her grandparents for the night.
ex-husband?!Simon, who listens to all of your concerns when you are on the couch together; holding your hand in his with devoted eyes, thinking to himself that you were as beautiful as the day he lost you, possibly even more so.
ex-husband?!Simon, who rubs his thumb up and down the back of your palm trying to soothe you as you choke up into tears.
ex-husband?!Simon, who brings you into his lap, engulfing you in a hug with his big burly arms. stroking your hair as you sobbed into his shoulder, letting all of the pain you’ve accumulated wash over you in one fell swoop.
ex-husband?!Simon, who brings your head back so you can see him after you’ve calmed down. wiping away the tears and snot on your face, before giving you a kiss on the forehead.
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CW: gn reader*, mentions of divorce.
there is a part 2 in the vault with smut if you guys want it 🫣 (as this story is gender neutral, the daughter can be adopted or surrogated, if you wish to put it that way. but the next part will specify that the reader is afab)*
song for the chapter: intro (end of the world) - Ariana Grande
husband!Simon, who is gutted but understanding when you say you want a divorce. your relationship had taken a slow but scrutinising turn ever since you had your first kid.
the flame wasn’t there anymore, and you had gone into a depressive state due to the overwhelming pressure of having to take care of your daughter by yourself every time he got deployed to another country, then having to pray he would make it out alive.
ex-husband!Simon, who moves out in a matter of days after the talk, going to a small local motel so you had your space. you are devastated at the loss of warmth on the other side of the bed. although it wouldn’t have been any different if he stayed, as you had both been isolating yourselves for a while.
ex-husband!Simon, who comes around every weeks to check up on you and your child. making sure that everything was okay, which it wasn’t, but you had pulled yourself together to make sure you were there for her.