Simon Riley with his weird ass acts of love and bizarre concept of boundaries
You’ll be waking up confused in the middle of the night, feeling a strange pulling at your feet, only to glance down and see your boyfriend has thrown the covers off and is attempting to clip your toenails for you
“What in the actual f-”
“I’m tired o’ your talons diggin’ into my legs every nigh’. This is for both o’ us, love.” He’ll grumble in that tone of his that leaves no room for argument, only the sound of nail clippers echoing in the room as your roll your eyes before shutting them again
Every so often when you’re on your period, you’ll be stepping out of the shower, bewildered to find that the night time pad and underwear you’d set aside with your pyjamas on the bathroom counter top, have been put together for you?
“Simon- you saved me all of two steps at most? Opening the wrapper and sticking it on?”
“And you’re welcome.” He’ll mutter casually with a quick kiss to your forehead before he’s off to brush his teeth
“I’m so confused. I might be losing it, Si.” You’ll mention one time, coming home after work with bags of greasy takeout food in hand, his brow only raising in question. “This is maybe the third time now I’ve noticed that the petrol was nearing a quarter tank, so I’d plan to fill up the next day. But next time I get in the car- the tank is fucking full! The first time I thought I had dreamt it, second time I thought I was hallucinating a little bit, but now-”
“Love, I’ve been filling up your car.”
“…what?”
“That’s me. Every time I’ve heard you say you need petrol- I’ve filled up the car.” Simon shrugs as though he’s simply telling you what the weather is for today, not that he’s been sneaking out in the middle of the night with your car keys to run a quick errand for you as you sleep
“I don’t know if I want to ask how or why first.”
“Well petrol’s fuckin’ expensive now, that’s why. You don’t need to be payin’ tha’.”
“You could have just … asked me?”
“… righ’. Noted.” He’ll nod in quick agreement before moving on to take the bags from you, no intention whatsoever of changing his habits
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.”
Don’t ask Simon to help you with your psychology homework any more
This man loves you, will do anything for you, but your uni homework is where he has to draw the line
He didn’t mind so much at first, he loves hearing his girl talk about things that make her sound as smart as she is, big words he doesn’t always understand but nods along to anyways
But then you just had to go and explain Pavlov’s theory to him, didn’t ya?
Now this 6’4 behemoth of a man is trying to hide his blush as the wires in his brain zap together, and he realizes that must be why he gets so hard every single time you put your hair up
Doesn’t matter if it’s at home on the couch, in line at the grocery store, in the passenger seat of his truck, out for a drink with his mates, about to go out for a jog, if Simon sees you starting to tie your hair up, or worse, reaching for the hair tie he keeps on his wrist for you, he’s done for, needing to sit down with how fast all his blood rushed down south
At its not like he’s immediately expecting head or anything, but his goddamn lizard brain has apparently been trained to chub up when he sees his girl fiddling with a hair tie
Little does he know, you’re just as pissed reading that same page in your textbook because what do you mean your panties automatically get wet now every time you catch Simon’s hands land on his belt buckle
He could just be adjusting himself casually, pulling his jeans up higher, hell, he could be about to announce he’s going for a piss, but something about your eyes landing on those giant hands as they graze his belt, memories of him tugging it off flooding your mind as your panties flood themselves-
God, you can’t wait for this degree to be over with
Haven’t written for him in ages but was thinking about Price last night
Fully convinced that no matter how furious you may be with him after a fight, no matter how pissed you might be at him, this man will never accept sleeping on the couch
You can roll away from him all you like, try to give him the cold shoulder as you tug the sheets closer to you, ignore his kiss goodnight all you want, but Price isn’t sleeping anywhere but in bed with you
He’s away from home, from you, too often, he knows the risks of his career too well, has been forced to sleep apart from you too many times now
Doesn’t matter how minuscule or major the fight is, none of it matters to him, if he’s home, he’s sleeping in bed with you, no ifs ands or buts about it
By morning you’ll have rolled over anyhow, winding up pressed against his warm chest with morning breath fanning across his shoulder and limbs tangled between the blankets
So no, John Price is not a man who does well with being banished to the couch
But luckily for him, he’s got more than a few ways to earn his way back into your bed
The men working on his crew today are too loud, too boisterous, too young, too content to stand around blabbering, taking the piss instead of doing their actual jobs
Getting into construction work following retirement from the SAS wasn’t exactly the idyllic image of sipping a daiquiri on the beach that his thick stack of discharge papers had painted in his head
But it kept his hands occupied and his mind busy, his daily stressors having shifted from cleaning blood out of his gear and patching broken bones every other day, to instead complaining about the rising price of lumber and pulling splinters out on occasion
Trading in his AR for a nail gun, swapping his tac vest for a tool belt, even turning in his skull mask for a hard hat, was surprisingly an easier adjustment than he’d predicted, the long hours and physical work meant he was too exhausted by the time he got home to spend much time doing anything other than preparing for the next day, a never ending cycle that kept him from being still for too long
It might have been some time since Simon Riley was on a battlefield, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t still play the hero every once in a while
He’s stood at the top of a ladder, wiping the sweat off his brow as his other hand pats agains this tool belt, searching for the one tool he’s certain he forgot to bring up with him
“Pass me the claw head hammer will y-” Simon cuts himself off from asking the lad stood below him, when he notices he’s only talking to himself. Squinting through the glare of the afternoon sun shining in his eyes, he glances around the job site until he spots most of his crew gathered near the front gates
He rolls his eyes to himself as he begins making his way back down to solid ground, having spotted what had the men so distracted : a pretty bird stood on the other side of the fence
Simon can admit to himself, even he likes to partake in the occasional bird watching, he is just a man at the end of the day, but not when there’s work to be done, and they’re already more than a week behind on this job
“Alright you tossers, back to it!” He shouts to be heard over the group of men, a chorus of groans and grumbles echoing out before they’re slowly dispersing
“Ach, we were jus’ helpin ‘er out, sir!” A man who sounds like he’s been smoking all his life croaks out as he walks by
“Here, miss. He’s the one that might be able to give you an answer.” One of the younger men on the crew says, pointing a gloved hand in Simon’s direction
He follows the younger man’s gaze, expecting to find another curious bystander peeking at the work, perhaps a nosy neighbour who wants to know why such a mess is being made, hell maybe even one of the hens from the nearby college stopping by for a quick flirt
He’s prepared to offer a professional nod, maybe even a begrudging ‘Alright?’ if it appeases them, before he’ll be excusing himself back to the job, uninterested in getting home any later tonight than he already has to just to entertain some stranger
But of course, he doesn’t end up doing so, does he? Not when his hand comes up to block out the sun, his gaze peering through the chain link fence, and it’s you that his eyes land on
You, with your wide eyes fighting to appear confident, though the controlled panic running through them is clear to see from where Simon stands a few feet away from you
Your body tense as you push a small pram in place back and forth, back and forth, your attention jumping between the men and whoever must be tucked up under a pile of blankets in the stroller, presumably also the reason for your enticingly large cleavage, he allows himself think for a split second before averting his gaze
Simon sends the younger man away with a quick jut of his chin, before he’s taking a careful step towards you
“Wha’ can I help you with?” He tries in vain to mask the usual harshness in his tone, but with such a quick switch in his emotions it doesn’t come out sounding quite how he’d hoped, yet you don’t flinch away from him either
“I know-” you let out a frustrated breath, readjusting your grip on the pram’s handle as you steady yourself, locking eyes with his once again with a new vigour behind them this time around. “I know this is so silly of me, and I’m sure you’ve had lots of people botherin’ you, so uh, sorry for bein’ one of ‘em, but here I am.”
You let out a small chuckle to yourself, more self deprecating than anything else, but Simon finds himself offering the slightest bit of a smile in return, if only to ease your nerves
“Anyways, I can imagine you’re probably not allowed to tell but, uh, people have been saying this might be a daycare you’re building here.”
He knew what your question was going to be long before you’d opened your pretty mouth- everyone and their mother had been asking about the project
Limited childcare in the area meant that as soon as the first whispers of a new daycare being built had started to spread, parents and even parents to be had been poking their noses before shovels had even hit the ground
Opening his mouth to give you the same answer he’d given everyone before you, Simon finds the words dying on his tongue as the unmistakable sound of an upset baby comes from the pram, and a very small baby at that
“Shh, shh darling. It’s okay, baby. You’re alright, shh.” He can’t find it in himself not to step closer until he’s practically got his nose poking through the fence to get nearer to you both, eyes glued to the way your lips formed the sweet soothing words, peering towards the increasingly squirming bundle tucked away in the pram
“Tha’s a tiny one.” Simon practically whispers to himself, though he knows you’ve heard him when your eyes glance up to meet his. “Can’t be very old.” He remembers how small his nephew had been when he’d been born, and recognized that distinct newborn cry instantly.
“Just turned eight weeks.” You answer with a ghost of a proud smile dancing across your lips quickly as you gaze at your bundle of joy, a tidbit of information you would expect a new parent would be all too happy to talk about, though the elation quickly disappears from your face. “Unfortunately my job is uh, I have to go back to work soon, I’ve just really been needing to find a spot for her somewhere.”
“Have you told your boss to sod off?” He asks, biceps bulging as he crosses his arms and leans a shoulder against the fence. He doesn’t like that. Doesn’t like the idea of a pretty little bird being all worked up and stressed about finding her new little baby bird somewhere to stay because her job is trying to force her to come back so soon
He also recognizes the fact that he doesn’t know you, that you’ve been a stranger to him up until about 60 seconds ago, and that he shouldn’t go involving himself in things that don’t regard him, but there’s something about this, something about you, that has him asking more questions that he should
Simon hardly realizes the corners of his mouth trying to smile along when you let out a small chuckle at his question, before your answer has him set back into his usual scowl. “No, I wish it were that simple.” you try to laugh again, though the sound doesn’t quite reach your eyes as you push some hair out of your eyes, Simon’s fingers twitching at his side
“No, they’re not forcing me to come back, it’s more of a- I need to work again. Money doesn’t exactly make itself, and it’s just me and her so…” you trail off, offering a meek shrug before you avert your gaze from his and go to fiddle with the baby blankets. “There- there just aren’t any daycare spots anywhere, and the waiting lists are months if not years long. And she and I just don’t pass through this neighbourhood often, so I’m worried that once that sign goes up announcing this is a daycare, that the spots are going to be taken up before I even have a chance to-”
“S’alrigh, s’alright.” Simon interrupts your rambling, a hand raised slightly in the air as though you were a spooked animal he hoped to calm. having heard everything he needed to hear. You look up at him with such sincerity in your eyes, he can tell you would do anything for that baby, that you likely aren’t above begging and pleading at this point, alone with a baby and short on options, he knows what he’ll do. Had pretty much made up his mind soon as he saw you, but now he’s decided.
“Just you and her, you said?” He asks quietly, absentmindedly nodding along with you when you confirm his question. “Well, I mean, I can tell ye that yes, this is meant to be a daycare ‘ere.” He speaks hesitantly, watching as the hope builds in your eyes at his words. He brings a sweaty palm up to rub the back of his neck as he breaks the news to you.
“But I couldn’t tell ye anythin’ about who we’re buildin’ for, love.” He continues, the term of endearment slipping past his lips unconsciously. “They just give us the blueprints and we do our part. Don’t know nothin’ ‘bout what or who’s takin ownership.” He watches that same sliver of hope that had started to grow quickly be snuffed out as you take in what he means.
“Oh. Well, I guess it makes sense.” You reply, evidently disappointed but too kind to push, too used to the recent defeats to expect anything else. “Thank you anyways, really. I appreciate you-”
“I’ll find out.” Simon says quickly, preventing you from bidding him whatever goodbye you were about to give him, keeping you here just a little longer.
“W-what?”
“I’ll find out. Who we’re building for. I’ll find you a name.”
“I- I- I don’t even- you really don’t have to do that!”
“Doesn’t matter what I have to do. I want to. So I will.”
He watches your face carefully now, seeing how you glance up at him with a different sort of apprehension in your gaze, almost like you’re truly taking him in for the first time, discovering something you weren’t expecting to find in him.
“Well, thank you. Truly.” You tell him, a smile so genuine gracing your lips that Simon finds himself choosing to smile back at you. The moment doesn’t last long however, when the baby starts to fuss again, your attention being drawn back to her. “I know baby, I know. I’ve got to feed you soon.”
Simon can’t help the deep blush that creeps up his neck and across his cheeks, unsure if it’s the way he enjoyed hearing you say ‘I know baby, I know’ a little too much or the idea of his own lips helping to ease that heavy ache in your swollen breasts that has him momentarily flustered.
“Maybe I could-” he clears his throat, pointedly avoiding looking at your chest and maintaining eye contact instead. “Maybe I could get your number or email or somethin’, to get back to you that is.”
“Oh! Yes of course! Here,” you say, digging through your pockets until you fish out a wadded up receipt. Simon pulls the pencil that’d been resting over his ear down and gently slips it through the fence over to you, watching with rapt attention as you bring the tip to the paper and write down what might be the most important numbers Simon ever learns. “There’s my number.”
He takes the pencil back from you and carefully accepts the paper you hand him, looking down at the name and smiley face you’ve left as well, whispering your name to himself before meeting your eyes once more. Before he can change his mind, Simon is tearing off the end of the receipt that’s still blank, and begins writing down his own name and number on it.
“If I don’t get back to you by the end of the week, you use tha’ to knock some sense into me, alrigh’?” He asks, slipping you the paper. He knows there isn’t a chance in hell he would forget about reaching out to you, about following through on this, but again, there’s something about you he can’t quite put his finger on.
“Thank you, Simon.” You answer, reading the name off the note he’s just given you, a small chill running down his spine at the sound of his name leaving your lips, the way you say it like it’s a name worth knowing. “Seriously, I can’t even tell you wha-”
The both of you can’t help but chuckle together when the baby’s cries cut you off again, you offering a sheepish smile in apology along with a small shrug of ‘what can you do?’.
“I’ll let you go, someone needs you more.”
“Well, we’re both very grateful to you, Simon.”
He stands there longer than he really should, watching the two of you walk off until you’re out of sight. The note you slipped him though? Well, that he holds onto until he’s clocking out, and maybe on the drive home as well, and maybe it’s the first thing to ever be hung up on his fridge in his flat, that little smiley face reminding him why a little bird watching isn’t so bad after all
I dunno ladies is this something???
Edit : you all decided this was something so here’s part 2
Simon definitely understands and respects your need to be alone on those rare occasions you get into a fight, mhmm, for sure
Yeah, he’ll go sleep at his shitty bachelor flat until you let him come back to yours, no worries about it
He certainly can’t be to blame if … strange but innocent enough occurrences start happening around your flat
All of your jars don’t randomly appear to be tighter than they were before he left though, like impossible to open on your own now kind of tight, that would be crazy and you definitely don’t call out his name expecting him to turn the corner and come open it for you, remembering that you sent him away-
And your favourite snacks aren’t now mysteriously at the top of the cupboards where you can’t reach without climbing onto a chair, that would be silly and you certainly don’t think about him coming up behind you and reaching above your head to grab them with ease, you’re supposed to be mad at him right now after all-
And your kitchen sink definitely doesn’t spring a random leak, never having had issues with it before, that’d be preposterous and the image of him on his knees crouched under your cabinets absolutely doesn’t sound more appealing than still ignoring him-
No way would Simon have gone out of his way to make sure your life without him would be harder, enticing you to call him, to need him, he just isn’t-
Your dog had never been a fan of any man you’ve brought home
Whether he was an attempted one night stand or a long term boyfriend, your dog seemed to have always had a problem with the men in your life, growling at them despite your reassurances, staring at them with a clear death wish in her gaze, trying to squeeze herself between the two of you on the couch or really any chance she got
It’s not like she acts that way towards everyone, which might be the strangest part. Your friends, she’s never had a problem with, treats them with as much love as she treats you with, never once daring to growl or bark. Hell, she’s even happy to see the postman
But if she gets the impression that the guy trying to pet her is also trying to get into your pants? Immediately her newest enemy
It had gotten to a point that it was a running gag in your friend group, everyone knowing that your relationships could only last so long until you wanted to bring them home, where they’d inevitably meet their new four legged bully before running for the hills
Maybe that was why you’d hesitated so long to bring Simon back to your place, always coming up with excuses to meet at his flat instead of yours
You’d been together long enough now however, that you couldn’t continue to avoid it. You were falling for him, and if this was something that was going to be an issue, you’d rather find out sooner than later
Perhaps that’s why you believe Simon, when he tells you that you should’ve seen the look on your face, when you brought him home for the first time, and your dog hardly even blinked at him
She came running to greet you as she always does, hardly acknowledging him apart from a quick lap around his legs while she became acquainted with his smell, before she was trotting over to the couch, expecting you to follow
“What the-” you muttered, mouth agape as your eyes followed them across the room
“Wha’? Somethin’ wrong?” Simon asked, making his own way over to the couch, plopping himself down as though he were used to this, as though it were all routine
“She- she never- I mean she’s always-” you tried to form an intelligible sentence, your brain catching up with what your eyes were seeing
“It’s ’cause she didn’t trust those other blokes bein’ ‘round you love.” Simon simply shrugs, acting just as non phased as your dog is when she hops up onto the couch next to him, laying her head on his lap and tail wagging with joy when his large hand comes down to scratch her head. “She’s a smart girl. She knows you’re safe with me.”
And it really was that simple, wasn’t it? It was so evident even your dog knew it, letting her guard down knowing that nothing would happen to you with Simon around
He was just on the cusp of a restless sleep, about to drift off for the night, when Johnny swore he could hear someone crying from the other side of the barrack walls
Poking his head out the door, squinting at the harsh fluorescent lights overhead, he spots Kyle swinging his own door open at the same time, half asleep himself yet obviously having heard something amiss as well
“Y’hearin’ tha’ too?” Johnny asks as his fellow sergeant nods through a yawn, stepping out into the hall now and shutting his door behind him, certain now that’s it’s you they’re hearing
The pair make their way towards the source of the muffled cries and whimpers, their half asleep minds slowly trying to fill in the blanks, wondering if they’re going to find you in the midst of a nightmare, hoping that’s the case rather than finding you hurt
Turning the corner, the noises have grown louder, more insistent, your sobs sounding more desperate when the duo stumble upon their captain, stood outside your slightly ajar door, casually leaning against the door frame, gaze locked on the sight inside your room
“Cap, what’s happen-”
“Is the lass-”
“Shush.” Price interrupts his sergeants questions, shooting the two younger men a look that has them instinctually standing taller, on alert
“Wha- where’s LT?” Johnny can’t help but to ask, surprised that the man hadn’t come running when your cries began
“Got his hands full at the moment.” Price answers simply, though he can’t help the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth when he tilts his head towards your door, inviting the sergeants a peek inside
Careful not to push the door open any farther than it is, the men take a cautious albeit curious glance in to your room, eyes immediately widening and pants inevitably tightening at the sight
Laying on your back on the edge of your bed, you haven’t a single thing on you apart from the sweat you’re exerting
Well, that and Ghost’s hands on you
Your bare legs are thrown over the lieutenants shoulders, thighs shaking as the man’s large hands grip at your plush skin, relentlessly squeezing and groping your naked flesh
They can easily tell it’s Ghost in there with you, based off his stature alone, though the skeleton balaclava discarded by his feet certainly helps confirm things, seeing as the man’s face is currently shoved against your cunt, with no sign of him coming up for breath any time soon
The three men stood in the doorway couldn’t turn their eyes away even if they wanted to, feet cemented where they stand, shamelessly watching as their lieutenant absolutely devours you
The sounds of Ghost’s sloppy eating, sucking noises, even his own groans of enjoyment against your pussy are hardly heard over the sounds of your pleasure
“Oh my god- please Si- I can’t- oh god!” You moan as Ghost seems to pick up his pace, your hips unconsciously grinding up against him as you edge closer to the precipice
You’ve got one hand gripping the bed sheets for dear life, while the other is snaked in his hair, tugging at his locks with every lick, suck, and kiss he presses against your throbbing clit, feeling as though you couldn’t possibly take any more, while also never wanting him to stop
The sergeants can hardly fathom what they’re seeing right now, bulges pressing uncomfortably against the zippers of their pants as their own arousal grows, wholly entranced by the sight and sounds before them
“Bleedin’ Christ-” Johnny can’t help but to whisper to no one in particular, intent on thanking whoever built the thin walls around here
“Y’either take a seat or take a hike, sergeant.” Ghost’s gravelly voice suddenly booms from within the room, never lifting his eyes off of you. “But y’know better than to interrupt a man’s meal.”
