Simon finding out that higher ranked reader was cheated on by her husband ? 🫨🫨
now, now, now........
his jaw clenches, fists curling; he finds out just because he heard some chatter and as curious as he is (especially about you), he couldn't stop listening. recruits talks something about you being in a "pissy mood", something about crying, something about your husband calling you multiple times, but you're not answering a single one after calling him a cheating pig.
he gives the recruits fifty laps around the field; as a punishment, he'd say; spreading lies, gossiping when they had so much other things to do.
simon doesn't really want to believe them; even if he wants you and your husband to split up, being cheated on isn't the right way, it's not a dream scenario to get together with him. you don't deserve something like that, when you're the most precious soul that he met.
he finds himself under your office, a few hours later; to give you space, perhaps. he has an excuse; documents, but when you open him, your mascara smudged (barely, but he notices) and your smile not reaching your eyes, he gives you the worried look.
"don't look at me like that, lieutenant," you laugh with bitter, looking at the file in his hand. you reach out for it, but he doesn't give it to you; instead, he pushes you deeper into your office. "lieutenant, i-"
he cuts you off, saying your name. it's nothing like his usual tone, harsh or flirty. it's surprisingly soft, melting like butter. you sigh, rubbing your eyes, not even bothering about the makeup.
"it's nothing."
"it is something because if it's true-"
"-if it's true, then what?" you ask, looking at him. ghost makes a thin line with his lips.
"i could kill him, if you asked me to."
you laugh, stopping in a second, when he doesn't. "it's not even an option."
"i mean it."
"simon."
"i really do. and a lot of other things."
"simon."
"you don't even know how much i'd do for you. anything."
and you seem to believe in his words - man in love is capable of everything for the woman he loves.
Hello!! This is my first ever req, and I was just wondering how Ghost would react to the reader wearing pheromone perfume. Like she just gets bored and decides to wear some, and it gets him all riled up.
oh, he'd be absolutely feral.
see, the thing is: simon isn't home much. he's needed in the task force 141 more often than not, and that's okay—you were aware of his job before the two of you got together. but, when he comes back, he's the clingiest man possible.
of course, clingy his way. he's a terrible cook, but he observes how you do it; from distance, or he has his hands under your shirt, kneading your skin.
mornings in bed? more like days in bed, only getting up to eat something, work out or fuck you in other place. if you have a job, you needed to call in sick a few times, but it feels like a small price for spending it with simon.
considering all of the above, how he loves to be around you after being deployed, you can't really be surprised how the pheromone perfume works on him. first, he's more confused than anything, when you talk to him—completely forgetting that you put it on.
the realization hits you the moment he starts biting your earlobe, several times. too handsy, he doesn't even want to shower first, like he always does. before you know it, he tosses you over his shoulder and goes to the bedroom.
"simon, dinner is burning—"
"—i don't care," he practically growls.
your suggestion for him to hop into the shower ends up in biting your ass (you pray that it won't make a bruise) and a bathroom fuck in a tub. long one, edging both of you.
simon is way more talkative than usual. he tells you what he's gonna do in the future, how he's gonna wife you up and that maybe you two should think of the kids since he's gonna be around more. how he could buy a house for the two of you.
apparently, a pheromone perfume has interesting effect on him.
could we maybe get some reader x husband!simon where he’s being really supportive after u come home with ur guys newborn baby?
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he's nothing but a sweetheart.
goofy at times—where he doesn't know how to change diapers or he almost drops things at the view of you and her—but supportive.
your pregnancy was... not pleasing, at times. you hated the first half of it, vomiting like a cat without any power to move anywhere. simon, despite some jokes there and there (he learned not to make them after you cried a couple of times, hormonal), made it feel like a heaven nonetheless.
after that it was pretty peaceful. massages from your husband, trips to various places, your husband thought of everything to make you better. "carryin' my kid, you deserve nothing, but the best".
birth was okay despite the pain, cursing at simon and treating his arm like anti-stress ball. it all got better because of a beautiful baby, eyes just like your husband's, so fragile in your hands.
"love, c'mon. give her to me."
now, it's another day in your house and another sleepless night with a baby that just can't stop crying. you got to her first, as you didn't want to wake up simon, but if you thought that your husband is gonna ignore your absence in bed for more than five minutes... you were wrong.
"i think i got it, really," you say, a sweet and low tone. it does nothing for your baby, maybe it upsets her more, as she throws another tantrum. "you should sleep. you're out with the guys tomorrow so—"
"—told them 'm not gonna be here. now, you should take a nap."
"what?" you raise your eyebrow, a surprised gasp leaving your mouth. "why? it's... you were supposed to see them. after a month of being home, si."
"yeah. told them i have a wife with a newborn, they can wait," he murmurs, smiling to your daughter when she grasps his finger in her little hand. a comedic contrast, how little she is compared to him. "besides, we can meet with them here. can't leave you with a little gremlin, can i?"
you snort, shaking your head with disbelief. happy. "she's not a gremlin."
"she is. look, how she's attacking my finger. nothin' but a little gremlin."
"just like her father."
he looks at you, amused. "maybe. we'll see about that later."
Isa baby please can we have ghost be told NO for some work stuff by higher ranked! Reader and him to be like
🤪🤪 why does this make me horny 🤪🤪
You’re mad as hell.
You should say something to him after ordering him to go to your office, you know it. You should address all the things that irritate you right now, but you physically can’t bring yourself to it—not when your desire is to bite into his throat. It’s not leader-ish, it’s not you since you never scream at your team. Yet, you have to clench your fists, so they won’t land on his pretty face.
“Won’t you even look at me?” he asks, and somehow it makes you even more mad at him. A low laugh escapes your mouth, as you shake your head with disbelief. His audacity is fucking insane.
As you look up at him, you can’t help but notice the way he just smirks under that simple balaclava he has. It’s almost arrogant in a way, like he’s completely unfazed by your emotions and what he did.
"You disobeyed my orders," you speak up, slowly, deliberately—it’s the only way of speaking that won’t have you screaming at him. “Then, you proceed to lead the entire team under your command, even if I told you otherwise.”
His brown eyes harden a little, but he’s not less amused, as he takes a step forward in your direction. "I did what I thought fit for the situation," Simon says. Riley’s tone is insistent, not leaving a pole in a discussion; a great leader trait, you'd normally think of it.
But right now, this tone makes you furious because he’s not the leader. He’s someone that should obey, someone that shouldn’t even question your choices on the battlefield since you are the one giving orders. Not him.
“Right. Completely putting people at risk, instead of backing out despite we had everything,” you grit through your teeth. The next words you want to say are tough, so you clean your throat and take a deep breath before actually saying them. “You’re off the mission.”
The atmosphere between you two can be cut with the knife. Not only he doesn’t speak to you for a good minute, but he looks at you with a confused look in his eyes. “What the fuck?”
Of course he’d react this way, you think. Nothing new, nothing surprising—at least not with Simon Riley. “I can’t have you sabotaging my mission because you did something that fit the situation.”
“Sabotaging your mission,” he laughs. You lean against the wall when he takes another few steps in your direction, and you tilt your head at him for a better view. “It fits the situation because ‘m savin’ your bloody ass, colonel.”
“I don’t remember asking for it.” You furrow your eyebrows, trying to calm down. It’s hard enough with being mad at him, but even harder when he's chest to chest proximity, towering over you.
“You don’t have to ask. I’ll do it anyway, whether you want it or not.” He shrugs; for a moment, your words die in your throat.
Whether you want it or not.
You shouldn’t feel so hot and bothered right now. Yet, you can’t really help it, as he leans down to your eye level, so you don’t have to have your chin up anymore.
“Should take you off missions with me, then?” you ask. It’s obvious that the question startles him a bit, as he scoffs.
“You can’t do that, love. Wouldn’t do you any good, would it?”
“As far as I remember, I call the shots. Not you, so I’d be careful.”
He hums, completely ignoring the slight warning in your words; his eyes drop to your lips, like he doesn’t care about anything you said before. “I want to kiss you.”
You roll your eyes, ignoring the heat radiating all over your face. “I could have you suspended for insubordination right here, right now, lieutenant, and you think about—”
You don’t get to finish that sentence, as he pulls his balaclava a little over his nose and he pushes his lips into yours. Forceful kiss at first, evolves into the mutual battle of domination; maybe it’s the rank type of thing considering how eagerly you fight, but you can’t do it for long. Not when his hands lands on your hips and your back hits the wall
“I don’t think,” he pants out, his lips still against yours, “that you get how I care about you. You want to piss me off and send me off the mission? Do it. But I’ll be here anyway.”
“I could call the general on you,” you squeak weakly, as he picks you up and sits you on your desk.
“Then fuckin’ do it,” he growls, looking into your eyes—you do not look away, under any circumstances. It would only grow his ego bigger. “No one could protect you like I do. I’m on your command and you like it.”
The evident cockiness in his voice has you trembling, not to mention the lips on your cleavage, as he kisses the skin here. “On my command? You’d do whatever I want you to do?”
He smirks, lazily. “Isn’t that what I just said, love?”
You bite your lip more; it’s gonna be a bloody mess here in a minute, but you can’t care less right now. “Take off the mask,” you say. He tilts his head like a puppy, confused, as his back straightens. “You’re not fucking with me with this thing on.”
And oh, how quickly he throws his balaclava behind him, not even caring about where it lands. It's just your words that get him, the way you're so sure when you say it. It doesn't take him long to get rid of your pants either, kneeling right in front of you.
"'m gonna take," he murmurs to your thigh, gnawing at the skin, "such a good care of you, love. Gonna make this pussy all mine."
It takes one swipe of his tongue to know that he's right.
Simon playing guard dog and not allowing the cheating husband anywhere near your office, knowing you don't want to see him... just a thought in case you wanted to hear it or whatever...
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ghost would be mean, that's no doubt. like?? you're talking about OFFICE and i'm thinking about the whole ass base.
recruits are afraid of ghost (rightfully so), that's why he uses them to his advantage. like, he's not even thinking of it twice, he's gonna do everything for higher!ranked reader, that's why recruits try to keep him away from the building.
mostly, they succeed, but sometimes it just doesn't work. either they are dumb, or they just can't spot him, but as ghost is around your office all the time, always when you need him, he stops your husband.
or, ex-husband, as he reffers to him. your husband corrects him constantly, and he's just smirking with cheeky "right" before he drags him out, growling something about final warning and how he should leave you alone before it gets messy.
you're grateful for that, really. very much so, but you scold him about his use of words, and how he shouldn't say shit like this. because your husband could sue his ass, for instant.
and he couldn't care less. not when he gets to be around you more, not when he wraps a blanket around you, when you're sleeping in your office.
not when he can have you between his arms, even if you're crying because, in your eyes, you're maybe not good enough. it's bullshit in his head, you're more than good. you're just perfect.
Softy ghost moments where reader asks him if hed leave her bc they had an argument
And the man is OFFENDED that she’d even think like this just because of a little argument! He’s even more mad at this than that lil stupid disagreement.
Like HELLOO!?!?! Im glad u even LOOKED and BREATHED in my direction and picked me out of everyone who’s probably the better choice but you still did!?!?! Like where i’m gonna go after i leave???? The dollar store????😭
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i feel like simon would be offended enough with the idea that you think he'd left you.
you claimed him as yours, he claimed you as his long time ago. been around you, looking for a good moment to approach you, to show you affection in his way. that means, acting like you're already his, and even if it was weird in a way, you seemed... touched by that.
little touch there and there, staying over, buying you gifts that you wouldn't even think that he'd get you; yet, there he is. man of his actions, always around if you need him.
he doesn't understand you; how he could leave you over a simple argument. arguments happen, every good couple have them, yeah? you don't need to worry, he tells you, when he slowly fucks you on your bed, his forehead against yours. intimate, as his thumb circles on your clit and he grins like a motherfucker because he got you.
he edges you until you're gonna repeat after him that he's not gonna leave you, ever:(
Okay but imagine this Somehow ghost is at higher!ranked readers house It's just him , her And her baby (No Cheating husband around) And it starts to rain outside with thunder the baby Starts to cry and everything
And fucking simon Is just holding the baby like if it was his And of course he calms the baby down
And higher!ranked reader is just looking at him just with loving eyes.. ( And maybe they can have their first actual kiss there😗.... just a maybe...)
Btw I absolutely love your writing!
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You don't hear it first.
Tired, right in your apartment, taking a nap while Ghost works over some documents that you were supposed to work over with him—he's kind enough not to wake you since he knows how much you have to hold.
Maybe that's why he picks up the baby the moment she cries, cooing. Such a large, violent man, with war in his head, haunted by ghosts of the past, has your baby in his arms, being the softest he can. Whispering soothing words on her anxious little mind, overwhelmed by the storm that's happening outside.
It's the lightning that wakes you. Not the angry baby, nor the Simon that does his best to put the baby back to sleep.
For a moment, you're scared. Unable to find a baby, anxious, when you leave your bedroom in a hurry, just to see the idyllic picture of your baby girl and Simon.
"I've got it, mama," he murmurs. Low, not to wake up the baby that's already closing her eyes. You know it's the span of seconds and she’s gonna be in her happy place again.
“You can give her to me. It’s not your duty—”
“—but somethin’ I want to do,” he cuts you off, shaking his head. “She woke up, and I was near, so… not a big deal.”
It is a big deal. At least, a big deal for you—you can’t really remember when your husband decided to do this for his own baby. It was always a problem; he’s tired, exhausted, he’s done it before. Excuses, nothing else, but excuses.
And here is Simon Riley.
Despite your thoughts, you smile a little. “Right. Got those fatherly instincts?” You raise your eyebrow, teasingly. He huffs, but before he says something, you place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”
The minute he frowns, you think you overcrossed a boundary. You're quick to open your mouth to blabber something about being sorry, but you don't get to say it.
Because his lips are on yours the second after.
It's not a heated kiss, like you would expect it. It's a slow one, full of emotions, just like he is. Longing, deep one, can be felt through his movements, as he'd want to remember the shape of your lips.
"'m gonna put her down," he starts, his voice a mere whisper, "then we'll talk. A'right?"
Theres one thing Simon Riley is afraid of and it’s his wife Mrs. Riley. The missus got him sweating and clenching his but cheeks. Hands frantically cleaning up his mess and trying to thaw the chicken wings Mrs. Riley told him to do so 5 hrs ago but he forgot.
All it took was Soap’s “hey LT your Missus called 5 times ye missed her calls” for him to fumble his phone😂
i like to believe that in some universes, the scare for simon isn't price or anyone else, but his wife lmao. he's the meanest human in the whole world, but his wife is worse. and he knows it.
you're capable of doing anything - and I mean anything. you once almost shoot him with your rifle for leaving with his friends to drink instead of going to a family dinner with you. since that situation, simon learned weird... respect towards you, and even more affection, if I can say it like that. he's smitten when you're getting all angry:/
his team, however, doesn't know how much you can... do, so I say they're pretty surprised when one time, you literally convince him to do things your way. and no one did that before, not his previous partners/hookups, no one, so when you see their shocked faces, you cant help but laugh.
and yeah, when he misses a call from you... he knows he has some explaining to do.
