This But With Kyle Garrick, The Absolute Slut Of A Man That He Is, When Youre Both Soldiers Who Have

this but with kyle garrick, the absolute slut of a man that he is, when you’re both soldiers who have grown close to each other on base. let me cook for a minute PLEASE 🔥

no thoughts head COMPLETELY empty i just can’t stop thinking of lieutenant simon “ghost” riley, who’s now also reader’s boyfriend simon “ghost” riley, fucking you soooo hard that you black out and forget his name, completely brainless and only remembering his call sign after how much he’s plowed you senselessly :(

simon riley x fem! reader

nsft ✰ creampie, brief mention of squirting, fem! anatomy, fem! reader, saucy to soft, honestly a lot of soft simon (man is so incredibly whipped for u) heh… this one’s been sitting in my NOTES of all things for soooo long because i might be a slag :0

when you come down from it all, from the taste of smoke and sugar and bitterness, a million other things dancing on your tongue, a blunt ringing in your ears so unmissable you’d think fireworks went off in your apartment, your blurry vision slowly begins to reveal the silhouette of your boyfriend, still hovering over you. just as sweaty and fucked out as you, if not even more.

simon. your darling, darling simon. boyfriend who just absolutely fucked your brains out for you without a shadow of a doubt. you were gone, always the desired result though after a good fucking from your love.

the weakest little whimper leaves your chapped, swollen lips when you vaguely remark his body lurching down, lower towards yours, until another, louder and more embarrassed whine also leaves you when you finally realise what he’s doing. he was going down to inspect your poor little fucked out cunt like the sadist he so clearly was— it’s so well established by now, so long into sleeping with the man, that he always loved the sight of his cum slowly dripping out of your abused little hole. it was a primal sense of fulfillment, that he’d get from it after all. the fact that he’d marked you so well, so clearly from the inside that it was beginning to spill out, so unbelievably thick as streams of it began to mix with your own gushiness and slick gave him a feeling of accomplishment that not even blowing out the skulls of his enemies on the battlefield could compare to.

a small, soundless breath leaves your mouth when you try to talk, but that’s when the realisation comes sharply— you have nothing to say. genuinely nothing. your brain was completely empty, having probably leaked down your thighs by now when he’d fucked every last thought out of your head. you barely even recognise the man now comfortably situated by your still-spread legs; you know who he is, but no name, no recognisable sense of identity comes to your head as you let out another hoarse breath in an attempt to communicate.

but then another little whimper leaves you through your heavy breaths and dizzy little sounds as you try your hardest to come down, and you realise that you do know this man. it’s your lieutenant. lieutenant ghost. how could you ever forget the giant masked man always wearing the skull face who’s authority you’d always obey, way back when you first began working with the task force? of course you could never forget him!

(your poor little mind must have blacked out so hard during those countless orgasms that he’d given you, that you completely forgot about the man you’d been dating for the past two years now: instead only remembering the man you’d been serving under for the past three. the man who you trained yourself to obey and work for ever since you met. and honestly, with how dumb and mushy he’d made you after orgasm number three, nobody could blame you.)

“…ghost.” you softly, deliriously whisper out amidst your heavy pants, completely out of touch with reality and the world that you’re still in right now. your eyes are glued to the ceiling, your entire body unable to move, and that’s when you finally, faintly register the small tear rolling down from the corner of your eye towards your hairline as your body continues trying to recover from the high. fuck. orgasm was so good that you cried?

“nah, ‘ts just me baby… just simon.” he whispers back with a small smile on his face as his eyes move to look at yours for a second, deeply admiring the adorable little fucked out look you have. your eyes were glazed over, he could almost see the hearts in your pupils from how clearly fucking great that final climax was for you. your face was glossy with sweat, hair disheveled, and your bare breasts rose up and down as you panted heavily, gaze glued to the ceiling. he continues to reposition himself over your limp, helpless sprawled out frame underneath him on the bed until he’s properly situated over your lower-half, eyes locked on your pussy. he pushes one of your legs open, admittedly more roughly than he’d intended to, and unintentionally lets out a low moan from deep within his throat when he’s greeted with the full display of the creampie he just gave you.

“ghost…” you weakly whisper again, barely registering his words. barely comprehending the full extent of your relationship with the huge, heavy man in front of you currently admiring, completely stuck on the absolute state of your wrecked little cunt right now, after what was probably the longest and most intense fucking of your life.

he chuckles again, already sensing the adorably confused little expression on your face- furrowed eyebrows, puffed out lips, slightly separate and opened to help you even further in regaining your breaths- even though his eyes never once leave your lower half. thick globs of his own spend have already leaked down from your cunt, trickling past your asshole and pooling onto the bedsheets below the two of you, diluted a little by your own slick and squirt, and forming what is possibly the most lewd and downright delicious display simon has ever seen in his life. he could stay here forever, admiring the scene for the rest of his life.

but he also needs to do his job now, helping you recover from it all. from what he gave you, from what you let him take from you tonight.

“it’s simon, love, no ghost here right now.” he mumbles sweetly as he finally relents and tears his gaze away from your spent womanhood to properly face his sweet girl, his smile only widening when his suspicions on how evidently fucked out your facial expression is becomes confirmed. he chuckles softly again, the sound nothing but a low, exhaled breath as he moves up to hover over you, his face inches away from yours as he cups your cheek with one of those large, warm hands of his in an attempt to get you to finally look at him. (the same hand that he’d already wrung orgasm after orgasm out of you with tonight.)

when your eyes finally tear from the ceiling to look at his face, long lashes batting repeat against your skin as you try to blink the blurriness of your vision away, he coos, fingers sprawling over your face to gently brush away the stray hairs that were messily scattered over your forehead and eyes.

“mmmm-” is the only dumb little sound you have the brain capacity of making, but it gets shushed up automatically when he presses the softest of kisses against your lips, automatically forcing your vision to go back to normal that much more straight away, allowing you to finally, properly focus on the man still hovering in front of you. the man you were slowly beginning to remember that you loved, more than practically anything.

he presses another delicate little kiss to your forehead, the corners of his lips turning upwards that much further as he hears the sound from you amidst your consistent weak breaths and moans, before he moves down over your face again, still cupping your cheek and tilting your head upwards to try and make you properly look him in the eye. god, he loved when you would get like this. maybe, potentially, getting to witness the aftermath of what he would do to you was his favourite part, even more than the sex itself.

“you know my name, yeah? c’mon, love, say it. say my name.” he coos to you, so tenderly you’d think he was trying to reel in a scared farm animal or pet. he tilts his head inquisitively at you, absolutely enamoured by how spaced out and completely engulfed by bliss and satisfaction you still were, as he waits for a response from his beloved girl.

“gh-” you can see his eyebrows raise a little. in that classic simon way whenever you’d do or say something questionable to him, that amused him or perplexed him further. only simon could do that. your simon. and then it dawns on you. it was him. it was simon.

“s… s-simon…” you finally slur out happily, the tiniest of smiles beginning to spread across your cheeks as you tilt your head back at him and blink quickly, finally beginning to recollect yourself and come back down to reality after it all. it only makes him beam back at you in response, that familiar and warm smile comforting you and pulling you so much closer back to earth as you begin to regain feeling in your body and brain.

“yeaaah…” he drawls out proudly, chuckling a little more at you before he leans back down to your forehead, granting you another soft and familiar peck. “that’s it, baby. that’s my girl.” he murmurs against your hairline, those big, warm, admittedly slightly rough palms of his roaming back down across your body- tits, tummy, hips- until they meet the backs of your thighs once again, and he pushes them up against you to put you back into the exposed position you were originally in, after your orgasm hit you. he silently wondered when you’d even slumped your legs down, probably out of so much fatigue from the whole thing, at some point while you tried to come to your senses. it made sense… but he also wasn’t finished admiring the state of you right now- even if you did manage to get your brain back.

he shamelessly hovers back down towards the lower half of your sweaty little body, big hands of his grasping each of your thighs to greedily spread them a little wider and push them back against you, essentially folding you, as he resumes what he was doing in admiring the absolute state of your wrecked little cunt. his cunt, that he had the privilege of using whenever his precious girl let him.

“fuuuckin’ hell, love…” he rasps out, warm breath from his mouth hitting your inner thigh as he praises the sight before him, before he plants another peck there, too, right where his fingers are gripping the plush of your thigh. he just genuinely couldn’t stop staring at it. his cum. the way it was spilling from inside of you, after he’d stuffed it so deep in there you’d think it was your body producing it and not his. the runniness of it all. it was genuinely like a sweet, slow, milky waterfall. goddamn was it lewd… not to mention the giant wet patch you’d personally made for him on the sheets below you, before he even spilled inside. he was definitely taking a mental snapshot, trying as hard as he could to remember the image for next time.

“mmm, fuck…” you slowly drawl out yourself, mimicking his profanity, as you register more and more of the pleasure he gave you in the aftermath of it all, seeping into your bones. you let out a heavy breath, tilting your head down towards where he’s at as your eyes finally, fully focus on him, and you finally take in everything around the two of you. everything that just happened, everything that you just did to each other. it turns his gaze away from your pussy once again towards your face, and he grins, handsome and wolfish, cockily almost.

“that good?” he asks, his voice that perfect mixture of gravel and timbre that has your insides stirring all over again.

“mhm.” you confirm, smiling down at him and using what little strength you were slowly beginning to regain to nod your head, as he slowly crawls back up your body so that his face meets yours all over again. you take it as a cue to finally relax your legs when he lets go of your thighs, tiredly slumping them down against the bed as your breaths become more stable and less heavy, bit by bit.

“yeah. think you soaked the bed a bit.” he teases, full-on beaming at you as he relishes in the way your eyes widen ever so slightly and your lips part in surprise as you process his words. oh shit. oh fuck. (no wonder the bed below you felt wetter than usual.)

“…i didn’t mean to.” the word spill out of your lips before you realise, whiny and breathless as you mumble them up at him, barely even realising that you were frowning partially before he chuckles softly once again and his hand comes back up to cradle your cheek. you find yourself leaning in to the warmth of the touch, so perfectly paired with the roughness of his palm, naturally.

“shhhh…” he immediately coos, before smiling again and shaking his head at how upset and slightly embarrassed you looked. did you not know?

“quiet down, baby…” he continues, practically purring out the words to you. “you know i love it when you cum like that, hm?”

he can’t help but chuckle yet again when your lips shut but your eyes remain widened, probably so shy and bashful by his shameless words. it’s almost enough to wipe away all the thoughts from your mind, once again. almost. you can’t think of that much to say in response, apart from-

“you’re perfect.” you state sweetly, that dumb little look still present on your face as you blink up at him, looking at simon like he built the universe for you. like he hung every star in the sky, just for you. he smiles, at the compliment, and in turn, you smile, too.

“you’re better.” he breathes out, lovingly, words so soft it’s practically a whisper. his eyes are glued on to yours, a testament to how much he’s focused on you and your recovery from being plowed so senselessly right now as he refuses to tear his gaze off of his woman. (and also, he was done relishing in the sight of your pussy by now.)

“mmm… i- i love you, simon.” you breathe out lazily, the happy expression on your face growing tenfold as the words leave your lips. it was safe ground, for the two of you. what was once a terrifying phrase was now comforting, due to the fact that you both had already began using the sacred “l” word for the past maybe two, three months now. the happiness on his face spreads as he processes it, in turn mirroring the expression on yours, as he chuckles softly and beams at you. if you didn’t know any better, if you’d maybe recollected a little more brain power by now, it would have maybe also seemed like he was getting choked up.

“i love you too.” he breathes out with those beautiful caramel brown eyes of his still glued to yours, followed by the sweetest little mumble of your name, before he plants another kiss to your cheek and finally flops over to the side of you, gently pulling you against his chest. you let out a small exhale of both relief as well as fatigue as the exhaustion washes over you, and you allow your eyes to flutter shut as you rest your head on his chest, because you finally realised after it all that you were safe. you were home.

home with your lieutenant. your boyfriend. your simon.

<3

© sugarmeowee 2024. please do not copy, translate or claim any of my writing or works as your own, or share to any third party sites!!

a/n- FIRST EVER POST WOWOWEEEEWOW!!! also jfc this ended up being SOOO much longer than i intended, i had to do so much tweaking to it in comparison to the blurb i originally had written in my notes. but i hope you all enjoy!! please do like ‘n reblog ‘n share if you did, it would mean a lot to me as a new writer!! until then, see u next time sexy tumblr people :-)

this is an 18+ space, minors do not interact!

intro/about me—

hiiii n welcome to my blog!! i’ve been on tumblr for a LOONG time now but i’ve never written despite how much i’ve really wanted to, so i finally decided that after so long of reading other people’s fics and just existing as a ghost who reblogs and likes content on this app that i’d finally make my own stuff on a separate account!!

- u can call me sugar

- i live in london

- est 30/8/2024 <3

who i write for—

the main fandoms that i am very VERY (emphasis on the very) interested in areeeee

- cod

- f1

- the boys

- the mcu

i’d say 99% of my content (when i first start, at least) will be involving fem! & fem! anatomy readers, but i am really interested in writing for male! readers too, especially if i get any requests for it!

(please do send me any requests you have on my ask box at the top of my page, i’d love the ideas & inspo as a new writer!)

like it says on my bio, this intro post might not be the best at all since i’m sooo bad at technical things on tumblr teehee but i hope my writing will make up for that and that i’ll also eventually learn as i go!! happy reading <3

i have so many more things i want to write i’m about to burst with inspo and creativity but i want to wait first until my first fic about reader calling simon his call sign and forgetting his name post-sex hits at least 100 notes (•̤̀ᵕ•̤́) teehee i feel like an insane evil cat blackmailing her owners for treats

HII GUYS i just wanted to say i have a few drafts of fics that i’m working on but i won’t be active that much for now, because i’m moving in to university (i spent my first night there yday) i hope u all understand!!

also, tysm for the love on my work lately, i appreciate it endlessly as a writer.

- love, sugar <3

simon riley x fem! reader

nsft, mdni! ✰ fem! anatomy, heavy themes of religion (reader is alluded to be religious; wears a cross necklace), corruption, slight degradation, dom! simon, mean simon, choking, light slapping, brief mentions of simon’s childhood & father.

this is a part two to my previous fic, click here for part one— enjoy! :-)

“dirty girl like you doesn’t deserve this.” he grumbles, popping the necklace out of your mouth again, tiny strings of drool still connecting the precious cross to your lips as he makes quick work of slapping his palm back across your lips. he was smart; smart enough to know that you’d cry or try your hardest with that fucked-out little brain of yours to argue back, if he didn’t.

unintentionally letting out a out a strained grunt at the muffled moans and incoherent sounds still leaving you, he pulls, and pulls, beginning to tug on your chain increasingly hard- almost like he’s trying to kill you, even as he continues to pound you senseless. literally fucking you like he hates you, like he’s trying to prove it as a point even if it’s the last goddamn thing he does in his life.

it’s comical, really. simon could never hate you. not his sweet, gentle girl, apple of his eyes, angel of his dreams. but that’s just the thing.

you were an angel. the very same thing simon was always taught by his far too inebriated father that he would never get the privelege of coming near, ever, in his goddamn bastard life. the very same thing that the viscious, twisted man would always teach him, in slurred words, that simon never deserved to stand next to, no matter how much he grew, no matter how good of a man he could become.

it was embedded in his head that he was never worthy of an angel. he didn’t deserve the sacrality, the religion that your love to him felt like. he was a dirty, bastard boy, raised by an atheist who taught him he was never worthy of even looking at the gods— and yet here he was, with a young one now offering herself to him so freely.

he didn’t deserve it.

it felt like a joke. he felt like a joke.

so he was going to prove a point, and fuck you like he was trying to kill the religion that he didn’t deserve to experience, the religion you always shared with him- the divinity that was your love- single-handedly.

but it backfires.

of course it fucking does.

it backfires on the delirious, fucked-out, downright pussydrunk mess of a man when you whimper through his heavy palm, still clasped over your mouth, and your eyes begin to cross, plush thighs of yours wrapped around his torso beginning to tremble- violently. and he obviously knows what it means. he’s experienced it too much by now, had the privilege of witnessing and relishing in your telltale sign. he knew your body, had committed it to memory better than any piece of divine scripture any of the scholars could study.

he lets out a needy moan of his own, low and drawled out, as he feels your impossibly tight, gooey little cunt clench around his cock like your life depended on it, only momentarily feeling guilt for how meanly he had just spoken to you as his love for you begins to pour through.

but the man still can’t think. and his lips are so loose, so, incredibly loose, as his own brain begins to go dumb and mushy, mirroring yours, making every single thought begin to spill from his head as he gets off to the fact that you were getting off. you were close— and therefore, so was he.

“dumb- fucking— fuuuuck, baby— cry out to your god again.” he snarls at you, his face lowering to hover over yours, that handsome and downright broken visage of a man- of a ghost- being the only thing in your vision. all you can do is let out another choked whimper as he begins to slam so much harder, deeper, into you, your dumb little brain barely managing to process his command-

until he moves his hand down from your mouth to instead wrap around your throat, finally giving you that breath of air your body was so pathetically fighting for after all this time. all you can register is thick, steel-like fingers beginning to squeeze around your neck as he snarls at you again.

“beg. beg for god, love. beg. or i won’t- fuck- won’t let you cum, yeah?”

it takes you so much strength to even make sense of his words, in all the delirium and pleasure you’re lost in as your body processes nothing but the weight of his body and the delicious pounding of his perfect fucking cock inside of you. but you force yourself to understand. because there’s tears already prickling your eyes, and your skin feels like it’s on fire, and you know you won’t last that much longer.

and you know that tonight could be an endless night of being fucked dumb by him until he pulls out right when you’re about to climax, repeatedly, until the sun rises, if you don’t do what he says.

you know from experience.

“g-g-god-“ the hoarse sound somehow escapes your lips, amidst your heavy gasps for air as simon squeezes only slightly harder, giving you that perfect pressure around your neck that empties your head out entirely and makes your cunt gush. the sound is obscenely audible, causing the both of you to moan out once again in unison as you both register it, that disgustingly wet and repeated squelch of your pussy echoing through the room as simon continues to pound his girl senseless.

he coos at your begging, a crooked smirk growing on his face, before his other hand moves to give your cheek the tiniest of slaps, his brows furrowing in ecstasy once again when he registers you clench at the action. he didn’t even need to tease you about that. it wasn’t new to him that you liked this treatment from him. he’d known already by now that his angel was so, so tainted with filth and sin, only a fraction of the amount he was also stained with.

“louder.” he decides to utter out instead, relenting for a moment on your throat and letting his grip get lighter so that you have a proper chance of begging for him. for god. for both at the same time, maybe. you didn’t even know by now. you just needed to cum.

“g-god- si- p-please-“ you begin to slur out, reaching that phase of unintelligible babbling that simon absolutely adored from you. “p-please- b-baby- god… need to cum, please, si.” you try your hardest to continue pleading amidst the rhythmic moans and yelps of pleasure your brain was automatically letting out, the band in your belly impossibly close to snapping already as you continue to beg.

“p-please- si-mon- god— god.” you don’t even know if you’re calling him the title, at this point. you’re too fucked out to comprehend the blasphemy, the sin. all you know is he has so much power over you right now, and you’re practically helpless, under his mercy as you beg and pray for him to be kind to you.

what difference was there to a real god, anyway?

a sob-like moan leaves you as your thighs continue to tremble, harder, and your hands helplessly begin to flail out, pawing at him, desperately begging with your eyes and your face and the few tears that have slid down your cheeks as well as with your cunt, for mercy.

and he relents. grants you that salvation, as he continues to slam himself into you, the mild slaps of his balls against your clit finally sending you to paradise.

“fuck- can’t-“ he slurs, just as mindless as you. maybe worse. “can’t get enough of you, fucking angel- take it, take it, fucking take it-“ he babbles out, the gravel and timbre in his voice sending you reeling as you let out a final scream before letting go.

salvation. oblivion. you didn’t know what to call it.

all you knew was you forgot about everything and everyone, any deity in the sky, apart from the giant monster of a man still right on top of you as you gush and tremble and cry, fireworks going off in your body when he finally, mercifully grants you that climax.

simon’s a weak man, and it’s why he follows straight after you, nothing but weak groans and even a small whimper leaving his lips as he shoots his load straight into your belly before slumping his heavy frame down onto yours.

there’s nothing anymore, no sounds in the room, no lewd squelches or screams or prayers and cries, nothing but heavy breathing and panting, shaky little moans and gasps for air as the two of you come down from it, together.

it takes you a long, long time to recover. takes you a good few minutes to finally become verbal, to finally process the world around you again as you lie there in the bed you’ve just been so beautifully ruined in, simon’s head resting against the cushy padding of your chest as his body pants on top of yours.

when your brain manages to formulate words again, simple things, after it regains its first few braincells or so, all you manage to whisper out is short and weak—

“…i’m going to hell.”

simon chuckles, genuinely amused at the statement, before planting a few tender kisses on each of your breasts, an almost reverencing sigh leaving his lips as he grins up at you.

“yeah, well… either way, love… i’ll still be there with you.”

© sugarmeowe 2024. please do not copy, translate or claim any of my writing or works as your own, or share to any third party sites!!

a/n- i really really REALLY like how this came out :3 please please give me some feedback, i’d really appreciate it a lot as a new writer on this site!! anyways yeah i really love religious themes in dirty fics & smut if u couldn’t tell already by now, there’s just something so beautiful about it and all of the underlying religious metaphors, coming from an ex-religious believer hehehehe ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵