hi! my name is gini and welcome to my bakery, wonderland! i am a 20 year old female and opening my very first shop! we serve different treats that is sure to suit whatever you're craving! whether it's something sweet like our oreo mocha fluff or something sour like an angsty lemon curd tart! maybe, you fancy a little spice like some smutty chocolate chili bourbon cake ( • ᴗ - ) (hey, we don't judge!).
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genre: smut, breeding in the end, spitting, crying, just rough
your eyes were filled with tears and if he focused hard enough, he could see them contort into hearts. the noises coming from your pretty, pink lips kept him plenty distracted but the gripping sensation around his cock made him grunt and blush furiously.
"si!" you hiccuped and he pressed his hands at the back of your thighs to keep them close to your chest before leaning his weight on them.
"what is it, lovie?" he gasps in-between thrusts and you squeal when one of his hands moves down to rub fast circles around your hardened clit.
"si! not there!" you whined without a care of how loud it was.
he has been fucking you for hours now since he woke you up with his thick cock buried deep into your cunt.
"'ts mine," he growls. "i can do whatever i want to it."
tears start to stream down your reddened cheeks and you clench tightly around him once you feel him nudging that one spot that made you see stars.
"god!" you shriek as simon begins to thrust even faster and begins to abuse your cervix. "not there! si-!"
your gasps and protests fell deaf to his ears but simon riley wants to make you fall apart. he wants to feel the sense of satisfaction to know that it's because of him that you're cumming and it's because of him you're splayed out on the bed with your pretty pussy out in display for him.
"this cunny is mine, innit, lovie? perfectly tight and warm and so wet all because of me?" his brows were scrunched and sweat dripped down his muscular chest then he bent over to get close to your face, nose brushing against his.
"answer me, dolly," he urges and snaps his hips harshly making you cry out. "this" thrust. "pussy" thrust. "is" thrust. "mine" thrust. "right?" thrust.
"yes, simon!" you shrill out because that last thrust reached so deep you didn't know you could ever feel this full.
satisfied, he leans back but only slightly as his dog tags are swinging above your face and your eyes follow the movements. somehow, the harsh swinging of the metal heightened the pleasure his cock was giving you since it went along with his movements.
"open your mouth," he rasps and you quickly obey.
simon's lips quirked up to a smirk before he spat onto that pretty tongue.
"don't swallow," he rushes. "not until i tell you."
you nod fast and your eyes close, almost rolling back, at his fast pace. simon has made you cum so many times already yet not once has he finished. he liked to edge himself because it made cumming feel even better. knowing he was close made the feeling of an orgasm rush up your body and into the depths of your belly. you weren't allowed to swallow his spit so you kept your mouth closed but simon could see the way your eyes flew open and the panicked look you gave him indicated how close you were.
"wanna cum together, pretty?" he offers and god, it made you nearly finish then and there. finishing together was so rare that when it happens, it was best to be savored in moderation.
"swallow," he utters and you hurry to swallow his saliva before opening your mouth to prove it. simon always loved it when you did that and he chuckled. "oh, yes, my darling. where would you like me to cum, hm?"
"i-inside," you gasp. "do it inside."
what little self-restraint simon riley possessed flew out the window and he leaned back on his feet, grabbing your thighs to hike you up on them to have you closer to his cock. it pushed him in deeper.
"si!" you plead. "si! wanna cum! please, lemme cum!" your words slurred on your tongue before you sobbed and then he knew, he broke you.
"gonna cum 'round this cock, pretty? wanna cum while i fill you up and make you full of me and our babies? would you like me to breed you like my little cumslut?"
your jaw dropped and the loudest and most pornographic moan escaped your lips from his filthy words. simon knew that you liked it when he mentioned breeding you full and my gods, did he feel it with the way you gripped him.
"i'm gonna cum," he says and grabs your chin to turn you up to him. "look at me."
your eyes struggled to open and see through the tears but you focus on his face. simon riley's face contorting into pleasure is something you're honored to witness and he finally cums, brows scrunching and head leaning back at the intensity of it.
"fucking hell, lovely. keep it in. yes, shh, 'm not letting a drop waste."
summary: returning home at midnight after a long day in the base, simon needs to eat but after his baby joins him, he can never say no to ice cream.
genre: fluff
word count: 1.5k
the house was quiet when simon arrived home. he locked the door as soon as he stepped foot into their entryway and he tried to not make as much noise by taking off his heavy boots. the balaclava was thrown to the small table that was flushed against the beige wall and his keys were gently placed onto the small ceramic plate that his oldest daughter made a year ago. his stomach grumbled and he sighed, knowing he needed to eat something before bed but it was already so dark and late that he didn't want to.
all that paperwork was enough to keep him at the base the entire day and he was developing a migraine from reading so much words on the pages. simon just wanted to go to bed and wrap his arms around his wife to sleep. that was it.
the family dog, berk, peeked from the corner of the wall by the stairs and once it saw the familiar face of its dad, it quietly trotted over for attention. simon bends down slightly to rub the german shepherd's head and the man nearly tip-toed his way over to the kitchen. he knew he was a naturally silent walker but with his girls sleeping in the house, he didn't want to risk a screaming newborn and tiny girls running down the stairs past bedtime. he knows how hard it must've been for you to get them all to sleep so he didn't want to ruin your efforts.
he opened the fridge and winced at the bright light so he averted his eyes from it but he saw a tiny figure by the wall, leaning against the corner and rubbing their eye.
"papa?" a small tired voice filled the silent kitchen and simon couldn't help the smile that itched his lips.
"hey, bug," he whispered back.
the little girl inched her way closer to him, dragging the blankie with her and simon naturally held his hand out for her to grab so he could pull her close. her blonde hair was all over the place and he tried to smooth it down but to no avail.
"why're you up?" he asks her quietly and she looks up at him with those bright blue eyes, still bleary from sleep.
"heard your car," she answers. simon chuckles at her.
"you should've been sleepin'."
she shakes her head. "can't sleep long time if papa not tuck me in."
wren was his middle child. the daddy's girl of the family. she was only 4 years old and had a 3-year-gap with his oldest and his youngest. she was the baby he got to spend time the most since he took a longer break from work when she was born and only returned a year ago. therefore, she was spoiled with the most attention from her dad and only did things if her dad was there with her, like sleeping.
simon closes the fridge and reaches over to turn on the kitchen light above the island so he could pick her up and sit her on one of the chairs. he mumbles a small apology and a kiss on her chubby red cheeks when she whines at the bright light. he moves to stand opposite from her.
"didja eat yet, papa?" she wonders and rests her chin on the marble island to look at him.
simon didn't sit down but leaned on his elbows in front of her. "not yet. 's why i was lookin' in the fridge."
her eyes lit up. "ice cream! let's eat it together!" she whispered yelled with a grin that showed her missing front teeth.
her father raised an eyebrow. "'t's well past bedtime, missy."
she pouts.
then he sighs.
he could never say no to her.
"i eat ice cream when 'm tired," she argues with her pout still strong on her lips that she inherited from you.
simon laughs lightly at her response and nods, pushing himself off of the surface. berk wags his tail as he follows his papa to go to a cupboard and quietly pull out two small, colorful bowls that were meant for ice cream and two small spoons. he brings it to the island in front of wren and sets it down gently before turning around to open the freezer and grabbing the vanilla dairy-free ice cream.
wren's eyes shone and she hurriedly slipped from the chair to go to a drawer to yank the ice cream scooper out then went back to her spot to hold it out to her father.
"smart girl, you are," simon praises with a ruffle of her hair and grabs the scooper.
she eagerly watches her strong papa glide the metal scooper across the delicious treat and plop a large ball of it on the bowl. he places the spoon on it before gently sliding it over to her.
"remember-"
"don' be messy. got it," she finished for him in a hurry so she can eat.
honestly, simon should eat more than just some ice cream but his wren wanted to eat ice cream together so he will. it wasn't much and definitely nothing special but spending time with his baby was enough to satisfy the grumble in his stomach.
"were you good today?" he asks and she nods with a grin, carefully setting the spoon down to not make a mess.
"helped mama plant daisies," she gushes.
"after rolling around in the dirt with berk," a voice startles them both.
simon can hear anyone that was near him before they even speak but his wife, oh boy, she was more of a ghost than he was.
he gives you a sheepish smile and wren gasps.
"mama!" she says with a smile then remembers the ice cream which she hurriedly slid over to her father. simon looks at her with an offended expression.
"you little cheat!" he whispers to her and wren gives him an oopsies look.
"sorry, papa. mama is scary when she's upset," she defends.
you cross your arms and walk to stand next to simon's seated form. even sitting, he was the same height as you.
"good evenin', lovie," he grumbles, pressing a kiss on your cheek that became sticky from the ice cream on his lips.
"it's morning, mister riley," you tutted.
but simon knew you weren't upset. you had that small twitch in your lips that meant you were fighting back a smile.
he knew seeing him would be enough to erase all questions and irritation.
"and usually, we don't have ice cream for breakfast in this household," you comment.
wren looks at you with a smile. "but we were celebratin' that papa was home!"
finally, a smile breaks free and you chuckle at your daughter's antics. "yes, darling. my apologies. we must celebrate your father's homecoming."
simon wraps an arm around your waist and he pulls you to be closer, your wide eyes looking at him. "bug and i were just havin' a treat. would you like some?" he asks, looking from your eyes to your lips.
you bit your lip before realizing wren was still sitting there so you turn away from his intense stare and smile at your daughter.
"tell you what. you go on to bed and papa will be up there to tuck you in then we'll have chocolate chip pancakes when you wake up," you bargain and she nods eagerly.
"pancakes," she repeats to herself then hauls her blanket up and slides down to the floor. she looks at their dog and she waves him over. "c'mon, berk! let's go to my room!"
the dog quietly barked at her and ran after her.
"no running up the stairs, please!" you call out after her and finally, she disappears around the corner.
simon slides his hand from your waist down to your hips and to your bum to teasingly squeeze it. you swatted him, scandalized while he laughed.
"mister riley!" you gasp and he smiles at you.
"yes, missus riley?" he whispers back.
he leans forward to give you a gentle kiss that evolved into a deep kiss, one that had you cupping his cheeks. you both separated only because of the lack of air and you gasped, foreheads and noses still touching.
"i missed ya today," he grunts and you nodded.
"i missed you too, si."
simon loves the way your lips move as you speak and he feels like he's 18 again when he first saw you enter that shop he worked in. he didn't expect a decade and some change later, you would be married and have children of your own even after he swore to never have a family.
for you, he changed.
and for you, he became better.
you separate from his kiss making him instinctually growl and chase your lips but you leaned back with a giggle. "c'mon. let's go upstairs. we can't risk another child coming down."
simon took no time and hauled you over his shoulder, making you squeal in surprise, before he's marching up those stairs with a mission.
"gonna show you how much i missed you, pretty."
gini's notes: ugh, gosh i love simon riley. he is such a girl dad and he defo just wanted an excuse to eat ice cream haha.
