Cherry Waves | 18+ mdni, tiny plot & a lot of smut, >2k wrds (I think), cowgirl, fingering, daddy kink (pa & daddy used (idc)), creampie, dacryphilia, dubcon, overstim.
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley is completely and utterly exhausted after coming back from a mission. But his sleep schedule is fucked, doesn’t know how he even got a wink of sleep while out in god knows where.
The only thing he knows for a fact will lull his 6’4 build to sleep, is being balls deep in your sopping wet cunt.
He’d get home after a long silent drive, throwing his stuff to the floor, yanking the mask away and brown eyes searching for you.
Usually you meet him at the front door. Taking his things and properly setting them aside before he scoops you up and takes you to the bedroom. Today was different, mainly do to Simon being a day early. You peeked your head from the kitchen, curls falling due to gravity, confused at the sudden noise from the entrance, eyes widening when you see the blonde. Shit, you dont even know managed to say anything out your face hole.
“I- fuck- you’re early Simon.” And he blinks at you. Once. Cocks his head to the side before nodding, “wrapped things up fast to be here.” To be with you. Simon, who used to be able to go away for months at a time and was unbothered by the lack of civilian interaction, now only wanted to be out for a month or two at a time. He had something— no— someone waiting for him at home. A cute little kitten to take care of. He couldn’t leave his pretty thing alone for too long, could he? You were the one thing helping him keep his sanity. He had to be with you.
And he doesn’t say anything else, just goes up the stairs, knowing you’re right behind, following his leisure strides as best as you could.
“Sluggers at my friends till tomorrow, she really wanted to see the old pup.”
“The wash’s makin that weird sound again. I was gonna call the repair man, but you’re here now.”
“I didn’t get a chance to make dinner, but tell me whatever you want when you’re ready. I’ll whip it right up for ya.”
And the man is just barely acknowledging your words as you followed behind him to the bedroom. Grunts of understanding escaping his throat at everything statement, but he wants you to give him a quick rundown of what he’s missed. Just so he can mentally prepare for how to handle it just like he always does.
“Come ‘ere.”
He’s already pulling his clothes off, sitting on the bed of your bedroom, reaching out for you because you’re just not moving fast enough. You’re straddling him, and his hands are slowly making their was down your hips after taking off one of his shirts you had on, to your inner thighs, then grazing the back of his fingers to your underwear— they’re wet. Simon lets out a breathy laugh, “already this wet, haven’t even touched you. Been waitin for me doll?”
Like he didn’t know you were gonna get excited just from seeing him back, he’d had you on this routine even before you two were in a establishment relationship. Get the house all spic and span, stretch yourself out, take a day off from work or two— or three because as soon as he got in the house he was gonna fuck you like no one’s ever seen before. And he’s sliding your panties to the side, slipping two fingers in so they’re knuckle deep and thrusting them right at your spot.
Why so fast, you ask? Well Simons desperate. Desperate to get his aching dick inside the gooey pink walls that’s shapped for him. That doesn’t mean he’s not getting you to cum for him once, get you to melt under his touch was Daddy’s simple muscle memory. He looks away from your pussy, that’s load and soaking his fingers to look up at you who’s covering your mouth. He tsks, slapping your hand away as you whimper.
“Not gonna let me hear you? After I’ve been away soooo long?” He fains a frown, curling his fingers into you more, fingering you faster, harsher, and the butterflies in your stomach build. “Pussy so greedy princess, won’t let me go, she’s callin for me— shit- but you, you won’t even let me hear your pretty voice. You turned into a spoiled bitch? Ungrateful for what I do?”
“N-no sir.”
“No? Then let me hear how much you’ve missed me dollface,” the moans leave your mouth like a second language, your lost in pleasure, grinding your hips against Simons stomach and he hums in delight. Atta girl, what a good girl.
“I wanna- lemme- haa, cum. Pa can I? Nngh Daddy-“
Simon rolls his eyes, flicking your forehead with his free hand, silly thing, “Cut the whinin out ‘nd let it go.”
And you unravel so beautifully, thighs shaking, pulsing around his long fingers, slick drenching them. It’s almost dizzying how good you cum so much so you lose yourself while Simons connected your lips, it’s so sweet. Bewitching, getting you all worked up all over again.
Usually when you’re taking him, he has to give you a swat on the thigh or ass so you dont try to take all of him at once, but you were taking it nice and easy today. Just like he taught you. Slowly taking Simon’s veiny member inch by inch, practically choking his airway by how tight your cunt was. His eyes fluttered closed his eyes, letting out a breath in relief once you bottomed out, tip giving a slight kiss to your cervix. Christ, this was were he was meant to be. Inside your drenched pussy for the rest of his life.
He’s kneading at you hip, other hand caressing your your stomach (freak) up to your jaw.
“Took it so good princess. So fuckin warm, love that shit.”
Awww, he was being sweet.
No actually this time, when you were good by ‘helping him out’ after being away for so long Ghost was soft with you. Praised you, worshiped you, thanking God for letting him get back to your pretty face, sweet voice and mesmerizing cunt. And it’s so slow when you start moving, his head of blonde hair resting on your shoulder, shuddering breaths leaving his mouth. Like a wave, he’s drowning in the feeling. Drowning in you. Addicted to whatever mystical being that you were. He’d drown a million times if it meant being with here in his big arms, holding you so you’d melt into each other.
He didn’t know if he could admit, his precious thing, he needed you. It made him sick thinking of a life without you. He had to have you. Forever and a thousand more years, to hell and back.
“Missed you so much Daddy mmph- so happy you’re b-back,” you gasped, you were completely and utterly full, hips rotating and moving up and down on his length, all you could do was mewl, “Did so good out there baby. Protectin everyone— fuck- protecting me.”
If you thought that the military man didn’t have a praise kink, you’d be absolutely wrong. Your words were like music to his ears, his eyes finding you and that beautiful enthralled in ecstasy face. the real reason he was able to continue in day in and day out doing his job that was fucking his brain up. You were a sign that he was doing something right.
“I’m a baby? Babies protect the world, huh?” his lips curved up.
“y-yeah,” you whined, fuck, you were barley thinking. Babbling.
“Yeah?”
“Yes pa, mmph- you’re my baby.” You sniff, your waterline filling with tears. Even if you’re the one doing all the moving this time, Simons good, too fucking good at making you feel— well— good. And he’s everything. Everything you ever wanted, everything you ever needed, so much so, it doesn’t feel real. His hands are everywhere, pulling, kneeding, nibbling. Focused on getting you there because you felt divine around him, just how you were supposed to be.
“That’s fuckin silly love, can’t be your baby and your daddy, that doesn’t make any sense does it?”
What an annoying brat this man was, you slap at his shoulder as he laughd, pulling you chest to chest, your nipples getting hard from the friction. “D-Don’t tease.”
“You love it, the way youre squeezin me, you definitely fuckin missed it. juuuuust how you love my dick. Shit, wanna make me cum? Don’t you baby? Use me. Ride it just how you want and make your daddy cum.”
And it’s fucking loud as you slam yourself down on him, the clap, clap, clap of your skin colliding together with every movement. You don’t even know how your eyes didn’t glue themselves to the back of your eyelids yet because the way Simon was stretching you out, keeping you niiiice and full as you clawed at his back, you should have. All you can do is gasp as your orgasm takes over you, you try pulling yourself away, but Simons pulling you closer. Whispering, “Shhh, shhh, shhh, it’s okay princess. Feel it. You can handle it.”
You’re a fucked out, mewling mess but still, Simons there. His mouth connecting to your nipples, sucking and biting as his hands on your hips, rutting up into you, he grips your curls with one hand, forcing you to look him in the eyes, “Fuckin move [+], told you to use me.” And it doesn’t matter that you’re exhausted, tears streaming down your face, your hips burning, sobbing that it’s too much. You’re some how, very sloppily, moving your hips because you were Simons good girl, you’d do anything to make him feel just as good as you did.
“Ahuh, that’s girl, my pretty baby girl.” Ghosts practically bruising your hips, groaning at how good your tight cunt is as he plops you up and down on his cock. You feel is length twitch and the tiny movement sends you over the edge again, screaming a pornographic moan as a shit, shit, shit leaves the scarred man’s mouth.
“Fuck meeee baby, that’s it, milk it.”
It’s so soft, light, as Simon cums inside you. His tattooed arms holding onto you like a vice, keeping you steady so you’d take everything he gave you, whispering in your ear of how good you were for your Pa. How he was so happy to be back in your arms. He’d lay you both down as you passed out and bundling you both up in the comforters. All while making sure you stay stuffed with him, because after you both took a much needed rest— Ghost would be back at it by sunrise.
Fucking you like you were the last person on earth.
a/n: would you believe me if I said this has been sitting in my drafts since February? Lmk what you think. Inspo: Cherry Waves by Deftones obvi.
mean Simon has me barking and chomping at the bit I hope you know 👀👀👀 he’s just so mean and controlling and I’m so pathetic and submissive my first instinct is just to fawn so that I don’t get hurt :((( do you think there’s any point in time where Simon gets a little softer with the poor Reader? I just don’t think I’d survive him being so cruel forever 🥺
So fun fact, I think by Simon’s estimate, he’s being remarkably nice. Reader is so untrained :/ but he’s a sadist not a monster. He recognizes that it’s not her fault; it’s Johnny’s.
He’s just playing with her is all! Nothing that bad about a bit of fun. Not his fault that she’s a prey animal; besides, a little fear is good for her.
How would a girl even meet meanie!Simon? He just doesn’t seem like the guy to pick you up at a bar, or slip his number on a receipt.
He’s gotta be a neighbor or something. Some situation where he gives very little attention and effort into getting the girl.
Funny enough, in a bar is exactly how you’d meanie!simon. A basically empty dive bar. And you looked so out of place compared to the other bastards hanging around there. You’re too pretty for your own good, even with the mascara on your face smudged, long lashes dancing with tears, jeans that were oh-so low on your hips, a tight cropped long sleeve turtleneck hugging yours tits perfectly. Nipples peaking through. Ghost basically decides that’s it’d be best to have a pretty thing like yourself next to him, in his skull balaclava, than next to some drunk pestering you.
He’s “saving” you.
You’re looking at him utterly confused when he calls you over to his side of the bar, he could’ve ever a killer (and in the right circumstances, he was, but that’s another discussion for another day), some stalker that followed you in, a perv— but you find your self walking over because it’s been a rough fucking day. You came for a drink, it truly couldn’t get any worse than this. You ended up babbeling off about the shit you’d been in, Simon is brushing off everything you’ve said. Listening but at the same time unlistening.
And it’s a simple offer, again, he’s decided he’d “save you” for the night.
“Should I help ease your mind then?”
It’s just above a question, because part of him read that little brain of yours already. You need some comfort, even if it’s just for an hour, or two, or three. Simon just wanted to get his dick wet. He knew how big he was, he’d settle for a pussy job. Next thing you know, you’re in his bed, half is cock in you, sobbing his name and the bastard refused to let you go after that because why the fuck else would anyone need to have your snug cunt around their dicks? Why would you even think about settling for less than nine inches? Why would anyone else need to hear your harmonies moans and mewls in their ears? Feel on all your curves the way Ghost could? They wouldn’t know what do with you.
He puts you on a leash, he’s helping a stray after all.
a/n: this question popping up right as I’m in the middle of writing a post for it, is god sent.
