super excited to share that Captain Riley has a motorcycle...
You're slow to wake up.
Mouth half open on the pillow, bead of saliva pooling at the curve of your pout with a hand tucked under you chin like an angel, you’re still drifting somewhere in dreamland, your body far more aware than your mind. It’s late, and lazy, and he’s already handled all of the puppy’s morning duties and showered. He decided to go back to bed af...
2025-05-14 19:53:24 +0000 UTC
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“I’m sorry I’m so tired.” You’re still nestled into him in bed, cheek to chest, slipping in and out of snoring as he turns the pages of a paperback.
“It’s okay baby. You work hard, you need rest.” It’s a slow Sunday, and you need rest. Eight to ten hours a day on your feet, constantly moving, kneading, lifting, rolling… it all takes a toll, one he wishes he could alleviate, though he’d never take your passion from you.
Right now, there’s nothing to do but t...
2025-05-13 20:40:08 +0000 UTC
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Partial rough draft up today
“I’m sorry I’m so tired.” You’re still nestled into him in bed, cheek to chest, slipping in and out of snoring as he turns the pages of a paperback.
“It’s okay baby. You work hard, you need rest.” It’s a slow Sunday, and you need rest. Eight to ten hours a day on your feet, constantly moving, kneading, lifting, rolling… it all takes a toll, one he wishes he could alleviate, though he’d never take your passion from you....
2025-05-13 20:38:12 +0000 UTC
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“I don’t… I don’t know. This is stressing me out.”
The box in front of you is labeled ‘kitchen’ and you’re staring at it like there’s a bomb inside.
“Good job with your rule baby. What don’t you know?”
“This… the appliances and everything… where do I put it? I don’t want to move your stuff and I don’t want to take up too much space I…” His hands cover yours, thumbs ...
2025-05-06 20:16:05 +0000 UTC
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First 4k (mostly edited)
I tried to post this here previously but it was flagged.
This is a dead disco au
“Nothing.”
“Then better to be ours, isn’t it?” The thudding stops, replaced by a rapid tickticktick, joining a fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. “Let us in.”
Little princess. It conjures Anastasia and Once Upon a December, Belle and her Beast. Sleepi...
2025-05-06 17:54:52 +0000 UTC
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Flashback to the first time Captain Riley met Raspberry girl
He starts his day early, and then swings out here for a mid morning breakfast, or coffee, depending on how his day has gone. Usually, it’s filled with paperwork and overseeing training exercises, all of it as boring as the next. He welcomes the reprieve of a pastry, a togo container closed over a massive raspberry sweet roll (or two) that he usually eats in truck before he makes ...
2025-04-30 20:12:03 +0000 UTC
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“Hold yourself open baby,” Your fingers slide through his cum.
“L-like this?”
“Just like that.” You’re shaking, from the spanking, from your emotional release, from the uncertainty of this situation. You’ll need a lot of care tonight and tomorrow, hours and hours of reassurance, focused attention, physical touch. He yearns for it.
“What… did you- did you, uh-” You’re so fucking precious.
“C...
2025-04-30 03:56:02 +0000 UTC
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This may get another editing pass tomorrow
He pauses in the doorway.
You’re kneading.
It started a week ago in your sleep. You’d find your way to his chest, rocking and rolling overtop his heart, working a rhythm into to his sternum as you slept, a physical manifestation of your peace, your trust, a subconscious recognition of feeling safe, and cared for, and loved. It’s become present in the quiet of the morning or ...
2025-04-28 06:19:40 +0000 UTC
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I've been super busy these past few days so I haven't had time to look over the next part of berry girl and get it up so here's a little preview!
It’s too soon.
The weight of this certainty is nearly too heavy to carry, his footsteps echoing with dread.
You’re not ready.
He’s not ready.
It’s his fault. Selfishly, he’s encouraged your co-dependence, pulled you closer and closer into ...
2025-04-27 16:27:52 +0000 UTC
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*made some edits this morning
“Da?” Penny points at the guest room. “Bunny?”
“Aye lamb, Bunny.” He tries not to look at the door, tries to push away the avalanche of despair. If he could dig it free it from his brain, he would. He’d take it away from everyone, you, Si, himself. He’d rewind time, take it all back, start from the beginning and fix it all.
The memories burn like fire. They’re ash in the back of his t...
2025-04-21 17:53:08 +0000 UTC
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Full unedited preview is up
“Left arm.” One of the reasons he bought this house over the other ones is the tub. It’s massive, jacuzzi style with jets, perfect for a soak, or a scrub, which is what’s happening now. He turns your fingers up, runs the washcloth across them until the flour beneath is gone, soaping you all the way up to your shoulders, your collarbone that’s half hidden by bubbles.
“Thank you.” He kisses your forehead.
<...
2025-04-19 19:59:47 +0000 UTC
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He expected to find you distracted.
You didn’t text or call after breakfast, or your usual lunch time, but he was too bogged down with work to get off base to physically check in, lay eyes on you, make sure you’re alright. If you’re distracted enough you forgot to text, he’s worried it means you’ve also failed to eat, or drink any water. Your little blue icon on the map tells him you’re definitely at work, but that’s all he has until he’s able to get aw...
2025-04-19 04:31:23 +0000 UTC
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Small roughly edited snippet of Simple Math (which I swear I'm working on)
“Upset?!” You cover your heart with your palms. “Upset…”
“Sweetheart-” Simon hangs back behind Johnny, allowing him to take the lead, again, but still trying to coax you to calm, and you look at one then the other, shaking your head.
“You… how could you do this?” You’re angry, but beneath it, fighting for freedom, is agony. Pain caused by ...
2025-04-16 04:56:20 +0000 UTC
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This is mostly SFW so I'm going to try to post it here:
You’re trying.
Your body language betrays you. The effort and the turbulence beneath, your eyes flicking rapidly through the parking lot, the ramrod straight line of your spine, your quadricep tensing and relaxing under his palm as he works his fingers from your knee up, back and forth.
“What’s wrong?” You sigh. Slump. Turn to face him with an anxious pout.
“I just… I do...
2025-04-16 02:05:11 +0000 UTC
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Updates:
- I’ve included two new links below for those who have struggled with access to this chapter.
- I’ve decided NOT to post to this chapter, and rewrite it entirely from Simon’s perspective. What is up now will be Patreon exclusive.
- I’ve attached some screenshots from Tumblr help about accessing a password protected blog.
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2025-04-15 06:59:53 +0000 UTC
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“Rules. You’re my priority, and it’s important you’re safe, happy, and healthy. The rules are easy to follow, but if they’re broken, there will be consequences. Are you ready to hear them?” You nod nervously, and he takes your hand, squeezes it. “You’ll always listen to daddy. You’ll be in bed, at bedtime, unless you’re told otherwise. You’ll eat three meals a day, which includes an actual breakfast and instead of your usual half gallon of coffee, you'll d...
2025-04-10 04:00:45 +0000 UTC
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Let’s try again:
Raspberry Girl is up now here: https://lavenderfor-luck.tumblr.com
I'm sorry about having to redirect you to another page but I'm hoping this will solve all my TOS violation issues.
This part is very SFW and will probably be edited once more.
Because tumblr is the ✨ worst ✨ you’ll need to use web browser on your phone or desktop/lapto...
2025-04-08 20:44:49 +0000 UTC
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So, Patreon doesn't like daddy kink. I'm tired of fighting with them. I'm also tired of getting flagged because eventually my account will be suspended so:
I've created a password protected Tumblr. This Tumblr will only be available to Mother and Crone tiers since it's where full works will be posted. Everything moving forward that may violate Patreon's TOS will go up there.
I will post a link to the blog here every time a new post goes up. So today, I'll post again with a link fo...
2025-04-08 16:45:59 +0000 UTC
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I tried to post this but unfortunately Patreon has it flagged.
2025-04-03 07:50:25 +0000 UTC
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Raspberry girl (5) hopefully up here late tonight
2025-04-03 01:17:36 +0000 UTC
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this is not from the next part / also technically not edited
2025-03-30 04:27:25 +0000 UTC
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Post edit
There’s a splitting headache pounding behind your eyes.
It’s the only thing you can focus on for the first five minutes of being awake, reconciling it with queasiness, the ache of your joints. You feel like you drank an entire vat of vodka.
Jesus. How did you even get ho-
Oh god.
Oh my god.
Fragments of last night come rushing back, shattered clips out of order and full of nonse...
2025-03-27 21:35:30 +0000 UTC
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unedited
There’s a splitting headache pounding behind your eyes.
It’s the only thing you can focus on for the first five minutes of being awake, reconciling it with queasiness, the ache of your joints. You feel like you drank an entire vat of vodka.
Jesus. How did you even get ho-
Oh god.
Oh my god.
Fragments of last night come rushing back, shattered clips out of order and full of nonsen...
2025-03-25 21:00:58 +0000 UTC
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Like the last two, there's a little spoiler in the blurb
2025-03-25 07:03:07 +0000 UTC
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Edit of an edit.
You’re painfully unaware, though to you, he’s sure it's bliss.
In your own little world, you stand at the long wooden table, fingers moving across the trackpad of a laptop, a pair of too big glasses sliding down your nose. The left lens is smudged, the smear only getting worse every time you push them up with the back of your hand. There’s a whirlwind of stuff around you, bowls and bags and measuring cups, crac...
2025-03-23 22:15:04 +0000 UTC
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Part three to be here tonight or tomorrow
2025-03-23 00:02:51 +0000 UTC
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This will probably get another editing pass / reader pov
His name is Simon.
He’s still stuck in your mind as Captain Riley, like it’s dug in there, claws unwilling to let go, and he says you don’t have to call him Simon if you don’t want to. Which is comforting, in its own strange way.
Comforting just like his presence, the one that’s been at the bakery almost every day. You’ve been trying to keep to yourself, agonizing...
2025-03-20 08:56:09 +0000 UTC
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There's a little spoiler in this for party two, which will be up here tonight.
2025-03-19 21:01:52 +0000 UTC
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Part one / prev part from here rewritten
Edit: sorry I apparently didn't paste in the beginning of this, whoops
Simon Riley is a simple man.
Now.
Cobwebs cleared, shattered shards of glass painstakingly swept away, lacerations stitched and glued back together. He's climbed the mountain of his mind and descended down the other side. Hurdles cleared, skeletons dragged into the light and then cut down.
Gue...
2025-03-18 18:28:14 +0000 UTC
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"C-captain Riley." Your hands press to your belly, anxiously wiping away smatterings of batter and flour, and he tries to screw his mouth into a flat line to hide his smile.
"Hi sweetheart."
"What can I... what can I get for you?" He sweeps over the case, eyeing the pile...
2025-03-08 00:21:53 +0000 UTC
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