With the baby finally laying across your chest after hours upon hours of labour, paired with the letdown from the biggest adrenaline rush of your life, giving birth to Simon’s giant 9lb son, you hardly pay much mind to the nurse asking Simon to sign the birth certificate
Simon had of course been awake as long as you had, never leaving your side for a single moment, but nearly half of his job entailed having to stay awake longer than most people did, so you didn’t blink twice at him holding the pen
Besides, you were a tad preoccupied holding the baby, it only made sense that Simon got to write down his firstborn son’s name on the birth certificate
You weren’t thinking about how blurry his eyes would’ve been with tears however, or how his own immense emotional rollercoaster would have been starting to letdown, not to mention how he could hardly take his eyes off the sight of the love of his life holding the brand new life the two of you had created, together
You definitely didn’t catch the odd look on the nurses face when she read over the paper, clarifying softly with Simon “H-his name is Riley, sir?” to which he’d proudly puffed his chest and confirmed that he was indeed a Riley, neither of you thinking much about the comment as you were so lost in the haze of soaking in your newborn
Needless to say, it’s a surprise to both you and Simon, when the birth certificate is mailed to you both a few weeks later, with the name “Riley Riley” clearly written in bold
“I- admit tha’ I didn’t read it over very well, but-”
“No, you named our child Riley Riley, Simon. You can explain to me how it happened after you go fix it.”
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reader with ex-husband!simon riley and fourth of july w/ the kids
idk i'm a day late but that photo in the middle is singing to me - [MDNI. cw: piv.]
"You're looking good, little yankee." Your ex-husband says to you in a horrible yet somehow sexy country accent, hopping out of his pickup truck. He tips his cowboy hat at your red, white, and blue outfit for the day. You eye him up and down. Even in a casual outfit of a white t-shirt and jeans that are too tight around his thighs, he still manages to look hot.
Stupid hot Brit.
You'd be lying to yourself if you said that the way you're dressed right now was not to spite him. You chose a matching set with a push-up bra just so your tits looked better in your top. You put a little more time in styling your hair today and makeup, just so he could get a tease of what he couldn't have anymore.
You shrug your shoulders, "I mean it's the Fourth. What else would I wear?" You fidget with the handle of your outdoor wagon, heavy with all the things the girls wanted in there along with bug spray, a picnic blanket, and portable fans.
Simon opens the door of his truck and your two little girls hop out, twinning in red and white gingham tops with jeans shorts and white shoes. You coo at their pigtails, clearly done by Simon but perfect for their hair type. He watches you greet them with sweet kisses to their cheeks. He notices the heavy outdoor wagon you're holding with one hand trying to greet them, and he silently takes it from you.
"Look it. All of my girls are red, white, and blue today." You squint at the way he puts you into his statement and not the twins alone. He smirks and walks closer to you, "behave today, for our girls and America, yeah?" You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Simon drags the wagon while taking the hand of one of your girls, Ayla, while you take the tiny hand of Kyra.
Finding some grass on the field for you all to sit on, Simon sets the picnic blanket onto the ground and gestures to you to make yourself comfortable first. By instinct, he sits next to you, placing a gentle hand on your back. You spot your twin girls playing with their bubble guns, giving you a chance to smack his hand away. "Don't even think that me being here means I want you. I'm here for our girls and to look at pretty fireworks, not to suck you off after."
He chuckles and takes off his cowboy hat, rubbing it against his chest in mock-hurt, "So mean to me, lovie." He frowns, "cause I'm British, huh?"
You roll your eyes. You know he's just teasing but this constant banter has continued even after your divorce. "It's too hot for this." You turn around and look in the wagon for a portable fan.
Luckily for Simon, he was given a perfect view of you on all fours looking for this portable fan. Your back arched slightly, your tits spilled a little out of your top, and your butt was perked perfectly to him. If it weren't for all these people here, he'd make use of your positioning here on this picnic blanket. All he needed was for you to stretch your torso a little further until...perfect.
Your bottoms lower slightly down your back but enough to let the red lace of your panties peek out and Simon feels himself grow harder by the second. Thankfully, his hat is more than big enough to cover his growing bulge. You're his ex-wife on paper, sure, but how can he forget all of the restless nights you shared while you're being an unintentional tease. You turn back around and start waving the fan around yourself, clueless about Simon's conflict.
To beat the awkward silence that you're both experiencing, you decide to stroke his ego a little, "their hair looks really good," you nod your head to the twin girls.
Simon's eyes light up at your compliment. He reclines himself a little, sitting now with his arms behind his back. "I'm glad you think so. They kept telling me 'only mommy does it good' until I was finished." He laughs recalling the scene of the girls sitting on his bathroom sink. Simon maneuvered their hair and the gel with tactical precision for the perfect pigtails and topped them off with American flag pigtail bows. He sighs before letting out a low, "I've mis--"
"Daddy!" The twin girls run in unison towards the both of you, bubble guns still in hand.
Ayla, a spitting image of you, speaks up, "when are the fireworks starting?"
Simon whips out his phone to check the time, "any minute, angel."
Kyra, who looks exactly like Simon, settles into your side and whispers a low, "I want Daddy to come with us after the fireworks."
You sighed because you hated that you wanted the same thing and all you could say was, "we'll see."
The fireworks finally started, making it Simon's cue to stand up and carry the girls in each arm so they could get the perfect view. You videoed them with the fireworks in the background.
After plenty of fireworks, the girls were finally tired and you walked back to Simon's truck, parked right next to your car. You stuck to Kyra's word and decided to ask Simon, "The girls want you to come back to my place." You pause, looking for any excuse for him to decline, "But you're probably on duty so I--"
"No." Simon shakes his head, cowboy hat on. "I'm a reservist right now. Don't worry." He crosses his arms and his forearms pump just a little but enough to make your legs clench. He walks closer to you and nudges you with his bicep, "Besides, don't think me saying yes means I want you. I'm coming for the girls, not to get sucked off after." He winks, slyly aware of his own remark.
It's going to be a long night.
Now in your house, which used to be the primary residence before the divorce, Simon changes out of his jeans into gym shorts. He spots you bent over the damned wagon again, but now in loungewear. He can't tell whether this wagon you bought was a blessing or curse.
Without any cowboy hat to hide his bulge now, he sucks it up and notifies you that he'll put the girls to bed. Not only because he's a good dad, but one more minute with you and he'll use that wagon to keep you situated as he bends you over in doggy. Bloody tease, he thinks to himself.
After putting the girls to bed, he passed the master bedroom that you two used to share. He walked in and thought it was missing something:
The both of you.
Before you could comprehend what was going on, your red lace panties were pulled to the side and your stomach was lying on that room's bed, abandoned for years until this moment.
You could feel Simon's torso sweat on your back as he pressed against you to slide in deeper. He settles his mouth by your ear, just where you like it. "You feel so good, mama." He finishes his statement off with a kiss to your temple. "Teasing me the whole day." He groans in pleasure and annoyance.
"Pretty red bra."
Thrust.
"Pretty red panties."
Thrust.
"My pretty woman." Thrust.
Your left hand clutches the mattress, while you try whipping your right arm back towards Simon in an effort to push him off because it felt too good.
"Si," you mewled into the bed. "We're not using protec--"
He speaks roughly into your ear, now sensually sliding in and out. "You want a third one?" He lifts his torso off of your back, now using his hands to massage your lower back and hips as he keeps his tempo. "I'll come in this pretty little pussy right now. Get you pregnant. Say the word baby."
Two weeks later, an on-duty Simon in his office wasn't surprised when he got a text from you. A pregnancy test on a bathroom sink with a clean and clear "Pregnant" is attached, along with your text, I better not be popping out two babies this time.
Youre an odd little thing. A worker on base, some kind of maintenance around the archival building, Ghost thinks.
He barely sees you, but sometimes while hes driving recruits around the obstacle course with sharply barked commands, he sees you laying in the grass seemingly focused on the ground, legs kicking slowly in the air.
Only on good weather days of course. Sometimes he watches you fall asleep on soft sunny days right there in the grass.
One day he finally decides to satiate his curiousity and wanders over to where youre currently focused on the grass.
"Wot're you lookin at?"
You flinch a little, not having heard him approach. It takes you a second to stop staring up at him and reply
"Weevil"
Ghost tilts his head before crouching down and staring at the same patch of grass. You in turn also keep looking. Ghost thanks himself for his sniper abilities to spot even the tiniest movements through a scope, since he spots the tiny blue weevil in less than a second as it pitterpatters across grass stalks.
"Proper weevil"
He grunts out and you nod fixated on the scampering bug.
"Proper weevil"
Ghost raises an eyebrow under his mask as you mimic his accents. No one did that, too scared of the Ghost. Hes a little puzzled, either you hadnt heard the rumors or didnt care. Either way it was refreshing.
The next time he spots you staring at the grass he just walks up and asks what youre seeing. It becomes a little routine, a daily little thing he quite enjoys.
I think when simon wants something, he doesn't stop for anything until he gets it. he sets his mind on it, letting it consume his every waking thought.
like one day, out of the blue, he decided he wanted to get you pregnant, but he didn't want to outright say it. that would be too crazy, but subtly trying to convince you to get off birth control—because he's not gonna tamper with what you take and potentially harm you—isn't that insane.
or how about stocking up on baby stuff? clearing out an old room in your house that he never got sound to doing like you'd asked him to. well, you got what you wanted, just not how you pictured it.
simon doesn't tell you he's doing any of this by the way. he just buys random shit, random little outfits, or bottles, or furniture he thinks your future baby will need.
the only thing he's missing is a baby, and maybe it's time you take the hint.
Sorry i just feel like making Simon be a little clingy today so he's getting lost in a grocery store
You're out shopping with Simon on one of his days off when it happens. It's only supposed to be a quick trip, just to pick up some things you need. Fifteen minutes, max. There and back. Easy peasy.
Only, then you lose him. You could've sworn he was right there by your side, but then he disappeared. You sighed, but figured you would find him again eventually. Man was over 6 foot tall and built like a brick wall. It couldn't be that difficult.
So you went on shopping, picking up what you need here and there from different aisles.
Then, the intercom crackles above your head, coming to life with the call of your name, "Your boyfriend is waiting for you at the front."
You chuckle, grab the last item, and make your way to the front with your cart. That's where you find Simon, sitting hunched on one of the benches. It looks quite funny, seeing him trying to fit the entirety of himself on the bench's tiny seat. You can't help but snort.
He glances up, his eyes shining, "Love."
You step into the space between his legs and cradle his face in your hands, "Hey there, handsome." You brush your hand over his short blond curls, "You disappeared on me."
He huffs and presses his face into your collarbone, wrapping his arms around your waist, "I turned around and you were gone." You're pretty sure he's pouting, "I didn't know where you'd gone. I thought I'd lost you."
You snort and press a kiss into his hair, "Sorry, Si. I thought you knew where I was.
He grumbles, "It's alright. Jus'...Please don't do it again." He rests his chin on your chest, "Can we go home now?"
"Course, we can, Si." You step out of his arms and back to the cart. He follows you like a puppy all the way out the door and to the car.
Knowing him, he'd follow you anywhere and everywhere if he could.
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loner! simon riley being completely unaware that he’s largely endowed
mentions of: huge dick simon riley, loser simon riley, vaginal sex - part 2
just loner! simon riley with a huge cock that’s all
he was completely unaware of how big he really is, thinking it’s probably just average or maybe even smaller, and straying awkwardly away from any sex talk with his friends.
he was also completely unaware of how it literally swings when he walks, especially when he is alone in his apartment with no boxers just because they felt so unreasonably uncomfortable, like his cock was suffocating. his tight cargo pants always bunched up at the crotch area.
he was quite messy whenever he came whilst fisting his cock. his rough hands marred with scars moving up and down sloppily, lewd wet noises filling up the room as he leaned his head on the wall, his black skull balaclava in his mouth to stifle any groans.
his cock felt heavy, weighing down his hands and sometimes would even make his hands ache.
and he had a heavy load of cum when he came it would spurt all over his abdomen, making a sticky mess on his hands as he tried to wipe it with a towel, his actions sloppy due to the ache in his right hand.
so when he first fucked you he felt like an amateur, completely unaware of your gaze glued to his bulge as he freed his aching cock, looking already huge in his large hands. he struggled, like a lot getting it in.
he was so excited to feel your warm cunt around him, missing your hole multiple times.
“fuck, ‘m sorry luvie, don’t know why it’s not going in.” his cheeks beat up, a faint dust of pale pink as his fat tip nudged against your glistening hole, his hand steady trying to guide it. “jus’ a lil stretch,” he cooed as he watched the way his tip was enveloped by your cunt, a loud squelching noise before he finally sank in.
god he loved watching that small tummy bulge whilst fucking you.
he never thought he’d feel so good, your gummy walls so tight and warm around his cock, squeezing him like you wanted to milk him dry. simon was used to the feeling of his palms, the rough dry skin, but god it did not compare to the feeling of your cunt.
he came within seconds after you, his cum dripping out despite his cock being plunged so deeply into your cunt.
he swore that he saw your stomach swell just slightly due to his cum.
It's been about 5 months since you and Simon got together after he offered you to go on a date, thanks to your favorite blue eyed Scott, you two started talking with little to no problem. Simon is an amazing partner and you couldn't be more grateful, such an understanding man, an empath in many levels. Good help around the house, also, a sight for sore eyes.
He hasn't touched you once. Ever since you and him got together.
So when you start ovulating, it's almost impossible to keep yourself in check with the blonde casually enjoying himself in your apartment.
On your couch. Stupidly broad body warm next to your shivering one. His mouthwateringly huge arm draped over your shoulder and gods, you feel like a feral animal ogling the way his seemingly big cock imprints in those grey sweatpants, leaving so little to the imagination...
So his eyes widen but he isn't surprised when you whine his name and start kissing his face, making him rumble with a deep chuckle, going straight down your needy pussy. He holds your hand when you say something about him not touching you, asking so sweetly if you're the problem,
"Nothin' wrong with you, love. Wanted you to come ask me first, yeah? Tryna be a gentleman."
Yeah. Wow, what a gentleman he is. But it isn't so hard to understand he's been wanting this too, maybe even more than you, when he's got you under him, kissing you like a man denied of something vital all this time. And when you get him out of those sweatpants, turns out 'big' wasn't enough to cut it.
Firefighter!Simon who meets you when your apartment goes up in flames, breaking down the crumbling excuse of a door to make sure that everyone had been evacuated from the building. Gaz was having a laugh about how someone ‘could sleep through that shit’ as Simon had to wake up this poor girl who just wanted to sleep after her stressful day.
Firefighter!Simon who answers all your questions with a gruff tone, navigating through the burning building. On one hand, he’s glad you aren’t screaming and crying about the building but on the other hand he wasn’t used to people asking him questions. You ask him things like his favorite color, his favorite food, how many times he had punched people in the face, and about his opinion on everything under the sun. He was on his seventh ‘you need to stop talkin’, ma’am, yer wastin’ air’ when you started coughing.
When you got to the ambulance, Firefighter!Simon didn’t say no when you asked him to go with you to the hospital. Johnny raised an eyebrow at Simon as he maneauvered his hulking body onto the seat next to you. For some unknown reason, Firefighter!Simon didn’t want you- nosy and kind and pretty you- to be hacking up a lung by yourself in the presence of someone like Johnny. And when your breathing started slowing and you weren’t looking around with bright eyes, Simon let you slide your hand into his gloved one.
Firefighter!Simon who, miraculously, has the night off. He decides to stay in the hospital until you wake: thinking it would be the gentlemanly thing to do to make sure your friends or family were made aware of the devastating fire. But when you finally blink awake and Simon asks all his questions, he’s stumped when you hit him with a ‘I don’t have any family’. Simon can’t stop himself from blurting out ‘You c’n stay with me. If you want.’
It takes a full day for you to be cleared before Firefighter!Simon picks you up from the hospital to take you to his (more than) humble abode. He finds that you quickly find happiness in the kitchen, but are more than disappointed to see he has barely anything to cook or bake with. “A damn shame” you say. With the remaining daylight hours, Simon finds himself driving you to a little supermarket in the corner of the city he hadn’t had the time to be explore. You insist on buying everything, telling Simon (a man who you really knew nothing about) it was the least you could do since he saved you from homelessness. And dying.
The rest of your first day in your temporary home with Firefighter!Simon is spent cooking. You whip up a marvelous pasta dish with hearty meatballs that almost make drool seep from Simon’s lips. He sits at the island watching you move around his space like you’d been there millions of times, an unfamiliar feeling blooming in his gut similar to fondness. Since picking you up some new clothes, Simon had learned a little bit more about you than Simon thought healthy. It was unfortunate enough for him to have been unable to get laid in over three months, but it was even more unfortunate that he had such a pretty bird in his apartment making him food and insisting on being near him when he sure as hell couldn’t make a move on her.
Firefighter!Simon who gets comfortable in his routine with you. On the days he’s not at work at assfuck 0200, he’s up making a simple breakfast for you and him before rhe day starts. You’ll eat and concerse a little awkwardly but that wont stop you from asking all about how he slept and if his buddies wanted more of those monster cookies you’d made to thank them for saving you and your fellow tenants. Simon had to relay many praises of your work in the kitchen, only ommiting the details and sly jokes about how ‘Simon’s girl’ was already taking care of the family. You’d go to work by bus or train- depending on how you felt- and then come home and make dinner or reheat leftovers. If Simon was at work, you’d laze on the couch in the main room and watch television and read. If Simon wasn’t at work, you’d bring the softest blanket from the room Simon had placed you in and watch a movie. More often than not, you would scoot closer and closer to Simon before falling asleep against him. When you woke up, you were in your bed- undoubtedly carried by Simon. Oh well. Its what friends do.
Firefighter!Simon who sees you as a friend. It’s basing your third week in his home and he feel comfortable around you. You’re good at reading his silence- the set of his shoulders and the future of his brow say enough- and he can’t be more thankful of that. For someone so new to his life, you seem to know exactly when to let a comfortable silence fall between you and when to start chattering about them things that come to your mind. But when you are the silent, short-tempered, and fatigued one, Simon is more than scared to get in your way. “Needa talk?” He offers, sliding you a cup of steaming coffee when you level a glare at the mug that had irritated you at such an inconveniently early hour. You heave a sigh and your head crumbles down into your arms. “I’m a mess, Si,” you tell him. Though your voice is muffled, Simon hears the shakiness in your throat trying to escape. He rounds the corner of island and places a large palm on your back in his attempt to comfort you. You are wrapping your arms around his neck and buring your face into the frail fabric of Simon’s shirt before he even knows what’s happening. And- as avoidant as Simon is to physical touch that doesn’t occur during work hours or when you fall asleep on him or when you slid your hand in his gloved hand during The Ambulance Ride- Simon didn’t mind your arms and warmth around him. When you started shaking in his arms was when Simon had to clench his jaw. It pained him that it pained you- and he didn’t even know what was ailing you! Simon tried to soothe himself with the knowledge that he was giving you the best comfort he could offer.
A day later you wake up to a crime scene in your underwear in the middle of the night so you decide to take a midnight trip to the convenience store a literal block away without letting Firefighter!Simon know. I mean, hey, he needs sleep and you were not going to wake him up to let him know you would be gone for a total of five minutes! But when you were on your way back to his house, you noticed someone following you. As you turned right for the third consecutive block, you finally fumbled for your phone.
Hearing you say ‘hey baby’ at 0146 had Firefighter!Simon’s head spinning. He was a little dazed because of the abrupt awakening but your casual greeting was wnough to jolt him awake. “Y/n? Whadda ya- what-?” He couldn’t finish his question before you interrupt him. “Hey do you think you could pick me up? I think I got a little lost.” Simon shoots out of bed, hitting the speaker button as he goes to slip a shirt on. “Where are you? Do I need a knife? Are you okay, dove?” He slips his shoes on and is out of the door faster than he is when he gets a work call. “Yeah, I’d bring the knife, babe,” you answer on the other line, more than loud enough for the man who is following you to hear. “I’m about four blocks away, by the Casey’s. You have my location.” Simon peels out of his driveway and immediately clicks on your profile to find the map with your smiling face. “Talk to me, y/n. I’m almost there.” Your breath is shaking on the other end and Simon doesn’t want you to be scared. “I think I could go for some Italian, Simon,” you say truthfully. “A minute away” Simon tells you, tires squealing as he turns down the streets you were hightailing down. Simon steps out of the truck after shifting it to park and the guy scatters. You’re running into Simon’s open arms before he could take a third step toward you. “I’m sorry,” you murmur “I kinda… started my period and didn’t want to wake you but then-“ Simon just shushes you, running a large hand down your back. “Let’s go home, love.” Simon scooped you up easily, tucking the obnoxiously loud crinkling plastic bag into your lap as he easily carried you to the passenger seat. Home. Yeah, Simon and his place had become your home.
