The Ghost of My Mistakes
(Dean Cipher x F! Reader)
Summary: The reader and Cipher have been together for a while. She ends up at Elmira but has no clue that Cipher knows everything that goes on there and is basically the head of the operation, even though he alludes to knowing something. (Love her but she’s not the brightest. She’s cute though and that’s what matters.) This takes place after she is released from there and she gets home to him. He has always had a habit of disregarding her feelings but the dick is simply too good.
Word Count: ~ 3k
Warnings: !!!SMUT 18+ MDNI!!! daddy kink, age gap, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dub-con (I think), emotional manipulation, condescension, degrading but also praise kink, dacryphilia, spit play, unedited, sassy man apocalypse
Author's Note: Ye be warned this is filthy. Absolutely butt naked nasty. I hope you enjoy!!!
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“Fuck you!” You all but scream as you push at his chest. The tears threaten to slip from your eyes as he stares at you. Clearly indignant about the shove. Maybe by your whole reaction.
“You can’t understand why you needed to be in that situation. How it helped you grow.” His eyebrow twitched in a way that you’ve grown to associate with pure and unadulterated annoyance.
“You fucking left me. I didn’t know if I was going to die or if it was to prove a point.” You felt the bubble in your throat form as you stared at him. Your body began to shake as you felt the rage turn into hurt. “You left me.” Your lip quivered and you fought a sniffle that was bound to come. “YOU LEFT ME.” His face clicked into a neutral plane. Almost scarily. “How could you do that to me?” Your voice cracked as a sob fought its way from your throat.
“It needed to happen, sweet girl.” It slipped from his mouth as if it was obvious. You couldn’t tell if you wanted him to come closer and make it right or if you wanted him to feel even a fraction of your pain.
His face softened as you dropped all of your weight behind you into a chair. Your hands cupped your face as your elbows planted into your thighs. The sobs slipped fully from your mouth as your body shook. You felt his presence draw nearer to you. He placed his hand on your shoulder and made his way to his knees so that he was level with your face. He shifted your hands from over your tear stricken eyes and forced your gaze to fall upon his face. “I know I’m the bad guy.” He stated with an air of condescension and brushed a stray lock from your face. “It needed to happen baby.” His tone dropped lower.
“Fuck you.” Your resolve was starting to crumble as you looked into his eyes. “Do you know how much it hurt to see you walk away? I begged you to stay.” You hiccuped as the tears flowed in a constant stream down your face. He brought his mouth close to yours as he looked into your eyes.
“I know.” He pressed his lips to yours in a tender peck as his hand slipped to cup your jaw.
You pulled away from him. His hands, still raised as if to cup your face, were held up in front of him as if he were attempting to calm a wild animal. His eyes fell to your lips and drew themselves back up to your eyes.
“You don’t get to kiss and make up for this.” You said as you felt your resolve started to slip. His hair had slipped from his perfectly gelled style, a single lock framed his face. He looked beyond handsome. “You don't know what they did to me. They turned me into a fucking guinea pig.” Your fight turned to sorrow and he moved in closer as if to kiss you again. “ How could you do that to me?” The sobs wrecked themselves from you as his lips enveloped yours once again.
Your arms wrapped themselves around him as you tilted your head to rest on his shoulder. His arms slipped to your waist as they began to caress your back.
“I know, baby. Get it all out.”
You slipped from the chair and fell onto your knees with him. His hands made their way up and down you back in a consolatory motion. You felt it all. It felt so fake but you were drawn to him like a magnet. The sobs rocked your whole body and you tried to pull away from him to watch his face. To see if there was any kind of regret.
His eyes were so soft. You knew it was a facade. This man rarely showed any kind of remorse. You knew him like the back of your hand. Or at least used to. You didn’t want to be hurt by him but he tumbled all of your walls down. He led the attack on your heart and you knew he did it. He wasn't going to comfort you. He was going to trap you like a skittish animal.
You were going to let him. You drew yourself nearer to his lips and kissed him in a fit of passion. He moaned as his lips met yours again. The honeyed sound felt so right in your soul.
As the kiss turned fervent, your hands fell to his belt in a rushed motion. You need him and his fake ass apology. He always made you feel so good.
His head shifted and made his lips fall to your neck. He hummed just below your ear and you felt a shiver run through your body. The tears still fell from your eyes but that didn’t stop you from wanting it.
From wanting him.
His body.
His touch.
His cock.
His hands trailed down your body. His fingers danced across your tummy and he slipped his hand into the waistband of your panties. You gasped as his fingers continued their descent down to your aching heat.
Your hands finally made their way past his belt and rested on the front of his briefs. You felt him twitch in your hand just before grasping him through his underwear. A restrained “Fuck” stumbled from his lips as you began to rub him though the barrier of his underwear. You could feel him growing and thickening in your grasp. His finger sank to cup you and his middle finger slipped and pressed against your clit as he carded though your sopping folds.
“You’re soaked from me, honey.” He said breathlessly against your ear.
A soft “fuck you” slipped its way from your lips and his thick cock jumped at the insult.
You lifted your hand to make its way past his pre-spend soaked underwear and plunged past his waistband. Your fingers ran over the tip of his precum covered member and you reveled in the wetness of it. Your thumb gilded over the wet tip and you felt him shiver.
His fingers pinched your clit and a tight breath slipped from your lips. He plunged his middle and ring fingers into your soaked entrance and a rough groan slipped its way out of your mouth.
“Oh baby you need this don't you?”
Your grip on him faltered as he curled his fingers up into you. Your posture crumpled against him and his free arm moved to catch you and draw you nearer to him. Your eyes rolled back in your head and a weak moan drew itself from your lips.
“Please.”
“Please what baby?” He condescended. The smirk clearly present even without having to turn your head to look at him.
“Please fuck me. I need it so bad.”
“Yeah, baby? You want me to make it all better?” Your pussy quivered at his words and you felt yourself nodding. You could feel yourself slipping into a very familiar headspace. “Use your words baby girl.”
“You’re so mean to me daddy.” Your voice sounded so meak, if you weren't soaked through your underwear you’d be humiliated at your tone of voice but you were so out of it that nothing mattered to you but the feel of his cock in your hand and his fingers in your tight cunt.
“How ‘bout you lay down and let me make it better baby, hmm?” He hummed against your neck and followed with a,“silly little girl”. He chuckled.
You both pulled your hands from each other’s pants and you made your way to your back on the cold floor. His body made its way over yours as he eyed you like a predator viewing its prey. He motioned for you to lift your hips up and you thoughtlessly obeyed his silent command.
A few stray tears slipped from your eyes as you sniffled under him.
His eyes never left yours as he pulled your pants slowly from your legs. Everywhere he touched your body felt like fire. When your pants were completely off, he cupped your drenched pussy and sent a shiver right through you. “Always so wet and responsive for me like a good little slut.”
“Only for you daddy.”
“I know babygirl.” His eyes dropped to where his hand rested and he clicked his tongue against his teeth as he looked at the damp patch on your grey panties. “Will you let me take care of this, honey?” His eyes locked onto yours with such heavy lids. “Take care of you?”
You felt so small under him sometimes. So meak. A bit helpless truly.
“Please.”
“Oh good girl.” He smiled at you.
He pulled your panties to the side and let his thumb card through your drenched folds and pulled his gaze back down to your pussy. He admired your wetness as you clenched around nothing. He moved his ring and index finger through your mess and dipped them into you, just enough to make you shiver. Not enough to give you what you need.
“Please.” You nearly cried. He chuckled darkly over you and sank his fingers deep into your heat. “Ahhh fuck,” tore its way from your mouth in a surprised gasp.
He curled his fingers into you and massaged your wet, contracting walls.
“So fucking tight for me.”
He curled and pushed his fingers into you while his thumb grazed your puffy clit. His fingers brushed against your g-spot and you felt your spine arch off of the ground.
“Yeah baby? Right there? Is that your little sweet spot?” You felt yourself keen for him. His fingers continued their attack on your body and you felt yourself nearing your orgasm. Your toes curled and you eyes scrunched close as he fucked you on his fingers.“Open your eyes baby.” He puffed above you. His breath came out of him in heavy puffs as your gaze locked onto his.
“Oh my god. I’m so close.”
“Yeah?” He said breathlessly. He was clearly getting off on your quickly approaching demise.
“I wanna- Please let me- Oh my goddddd I wanna cum.” You don’t even sound like yourself at this point. He hasn’t even fucked you yet and you’re totally ruined.
His fingers slowed their motions until he stopped.
“Huh? No? What are you doing? I was so fucking close.”
“Lift your hips. I’m not gonna fuck you when you have these wet ass panties on.” Your brain short circuited underneath him. “Lift up. I won’t tell you again.”
Your feet planted and you pushed your hips up for him. He pulled the soaked fabric from your hips and tossed it somewhere over his shoulder.
He then moved to shove his pants down as his leaking cock slipped free from its confines. You couldn’t stop the moan that slipped from your lips at the sight of him. So big and hard and wet for you.
“All for you baby.” He sat back onto his knees, grabbed your hips and yanked you closer to him. He just barely leaned over and pursed his lips so he could spit on your already dripping pussy.
The sight felt so fucking unholy.
To make matters worse he slipped his hand between your thighs and rubbed his thumb up and down your pussy, massaging the spit into your already wet pussy.
He grabbed his cock with the same hand that had gathered your wetness ,and gave it a couple of lazy strokes. His gaze tore itself from your lower lips back up to your face. He tilted his head to the side a bit as he watched your face with a nasty smirk.
He just barely readjusted his hips and sank his cock into your needy body.
“Oh my fuck,” was forced from your mouth as he rapidly moulded the shape of his cock into your pussy.
A long and low groan dragged from his lips.
God he sounded like an animal at this point. He tilted back just a bit and started to ram his hips into yours. On every single thrust that he rocked into you, your broken moan pulled itself from your lips.
“You feel so good, honey.”
“Uh huh. Uh huh” was all you could meet him with.
The angle of his cock was aimed right at your g-spot and this size of him had his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. Each pound of his hips had you seeing stars.
He tilted his head back and let it hang as he kept letting out long satisfied sounds. He was always vocal but never to this extent.
“I missed this fucking pussy.” He leaned forward as one of his hands situated itself next to your head and the other kept your hips lifted so he could crash into you. You knew he was using you like a fucking cocksleeve but it felt so good it didn’t even matter. Nothing mattered to you at this point but the rock of his hips into yours.
He rolled his neck almost as if he couldn’t believe it felt this good and your gaze fell onto his thick neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gasped at the level of deepness this allowed.
“Holy fuck.”
“Yes. Oh fuck yes, you feel so good.” The sound of his hips hitting into you was clouding your mind. The touch of his hand pulling your ass and hips up into him and his breath right next to your ear was starting to feel overwhelming.
He let out a quick puff from his lips and then shifted your bodies one more time. He dropped your hips and grabbed both legs. He pulled each ankle to rest on each respective shoulder and leaned over you.
He grabbed his cock and sank back into you with a quick thrust.
“Hahhhh fuck.” Fell from his mouth. You almost went crosseyed at the level of deepness he was able to reach with each stroke of his hips.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. It’s so fucking deep.” You said almost completely in disbelief.
“Fuck yeah I am. So deep that I can feel your little cervix.” He said with another breathy chuckle as he smirked and brought his gaze back to yours.
Cocky fucking bastard. He had your bent like a fucking pretzel and still had the nerve to taunt you.
He brought an arm down to the place where you two were connected and found your clit. His thumb drew tight, fast little circles onto your clit and you keened.
It was almost too much for you. Him fucking you at new, deeper angles than ever before and with his continued assault on your aching clit, you were damn sure you were about to cum.
“Daddy, let me cum.” His smirk never left his face.
“Not if - uh fuck- not if you ask like that and forget your goddamn manners.”
“I’m - oh my mmmmmhm - I’m so close. Please let me cum.” He could be so mean sometimes.
“Should I let you, pretty girl? Should I?”
You were begging at this point. The bastard wanted you to beg. All that you’ve done for him. How he left you up on that roof that day. He still had the nerve to make you beg. You felt yourself grow angry once again,but his cock felt so good inside you that you let yourself forget it all. You asked him nicely, like the sweet girl he wanted you to be.
“Please daddy. Please, I'm so close.”
“Yeah baby. Yeah you can cum for me.”
His thrusts stuttered as he sank his cock into you over and over again.
“Cream all over this dick. All over your dick baby.” He was starting to get just as spacy as you were and his thumb just barely slipped off of your clit but he course corrected and continued his assault.
“Open baby. Open.” You followed his demand and opened your mouth for him, sticking your tongue wide out for him. He pursed his lips and spit into your mouth. That was the last straw for you in this filthy endeavor.
Your stomach felt like a band snapped inside you and your hips jerked as he pressed you into the ground. Your pussy clenched down onto him like a vice grip. You all but screamed as your eyes rolled back into your head and he brought his mouth down to yours to swallow the sounds you made.
He just barely pulled his mouth from yours and he teased you for coming so hard. You felt little spurts of fluid slipping from you and knew it was all over.
“Oh fuck yes. That’s it, baby. Squirt on this cock. Fucking soak me.” His filthy words pulled you even further over the edge and your toes curled, your vision went white and truthfully you might have blacked out a little bit.
His thrusts slowed as he tried to withstand the intense pull of your orgasm.
Your body completely relaxed for him and he started up again. This time his thrusts were even stronger and the sounds that slipped from his mouth were even more animalistic. You felt his hips stutter.
“Where?” He gasped. “Fucking where can I come?”
“Inside. Cum in me please”
“Ohhhh fuck yes.” With a final stutter of his hips your pussy was flooded with his warmth.
You felt his cock twitch and clamped down on him just a bit as you milked him dry.
“Oh god yes.”
His thrusts slowed and he let your legs slide from his shoulders while both of your breathing slowed back to a normal rate. He rolled the two of you so that your body laid on top of him and he wrapped his arms around your body.
One hand on your head and one on your waist as you laid on his chest. You tilted your head to the side as you rested upon him. With a low, sad and meek voice you said, “This doesn't fix everything you know.”
He sighed and let out an, “I know baby.” He caressed and kissed the top of your head.
“I know."
