gatorsvault

[gatorsvault]

fem reader who gets episodes where she’s just not happy. it’s not that she doesn’t want to be, but everything is so exhausting. ghost who knows about this and takes care of her while she goes through it.

it had been such a long day. new members of the team had been exhausting, not really knowing how the task forces base was usually like. apparently these members had been used to loud, restless, nonstop bases, and you couldn’t hardly handle it. maybe you were being dramatic, after all you’d been on missions where bombs hailed down everywhere you looked while you were being chased by cartel members..

fun times!

either way, you couldn’t handle being outside of your dorm for any longer. you went back, plopped in bed, and tried to go to sleep.

knock knock

that was enough to make you cry. i mean seriously, you work all day and you deal with all the new bullshit around base and you can’t even get one moment in—

“love? it’s simon. can you let me in?”

..oh. well now you feel like an asshole. wait no, you gave him a key! why did he have to knock?? you begrudgingly waddled over to the door, unlocking it. you had half a mind to cuss him out, but you couldn’t find the energy.

“mm. ye alright darlin? don’t look too well.”

you looked at the mirror beside your door. oh wow. your eyes were red and puffy and your hair was a mess.

“gonna take that as a no then. how about we get you to bed lovie? d’s that sound okay?” you could feel his eyes. they worked over your body, the way you slouched, the way your eyes were duller than they usually were, almost as if you were lost in your head. it felt like he was judging, and for some reason your heart sank. you knew he wouldn’t. he loved you. he wouldn’t ever judge you for you, he’s said that so many times..

but.. what if?

what if he’s done dealing with you and all your shit? what if he’s tired of being with you? what if you’re too much work? what if he’s here to end things??

“hey. you with me, love?” you could hear the concern dripping out of his voice.. but what if it was something else? something more malicious?

“m here.. that sounds fine.”

“alright darlin, come on.”

he led you to your room, taking your clothes off while you just let him. your brain was foggy, you couldn’t think of much. his hair was pretty though. it always felt nice to run your hands through it, even if it was flat from the mask. he picked you up and laid you in bed, before sitting on the bed with you.

“want me to stay or go?”

“…stay.”

a/n: got second hand embarrassment writing this one, so tell me if it’s too bad to leave up. pls.

we love a soft simon riley.

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guys i’m soooo happy. 26 NOTES? LIKE THOSE ARE PEOPLE??

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okay okay hear me out. you get mad at simon. something stupid, trivial, but it was the way he wouldnt even let you explain your thoughts behind it. he wanted silence? you’d give it to him. so instead of whining later when he’s had enough of your silence, you don’t give him anything.

it had been a few hours since the argument, and usually you always came back to him, right or wrong, you just wanted his attention again… but this time? he fucked up. he kept dismissing you, acting like you didn’t know anything, as if the subject were so obvious, so juvenile. that pissed you off. you were smarter than that, and he should’ve known better.

now he’s got you laid on your back, thighs around his head as he devours you like he hasn’t eaten. he hasn’t. he was gonna beg you to cook something for him. greedy fuck. he’s getting more and more frustrated, cock half hard because you won’t let out those sweet, sweet noises that drive him to the edge. instead you bite your cheek, your lip, anything to keep your mouth shut.

he couldn’t take it anymore.

he dragged off the panties you were still wearing, not ripping them since they were your favorite. “hips up sweetheart.” a demand, but you didn’t move. his hand smacked you across your cheek. quick and rough, but not cruel. did he… really.. just???

“you can be mad at me, you can cuss me out, you can take a bite out of my fuckin arm, but you tell me what’s wrong.” another. this time on your clit. you jerked, squeezing your legs closed. he hadn’t ever treated you like this before, sure you had begged, but never agreed, said you were to sweet to ruin. you were shocked. dripping? absolutely. but definitely shocked. “color?” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“..green.”

“good. now are ya gonna tell me what’s wrong—or am i have gonna fuck it out of you?”

you didn’t even know what you were mad about anymore.

a/n: hi! this is my first time posting any thoughts and drabbles I have, but i would love constructive feedback if you have any! i hope it didn’t suck!