My Cellphone's Screen Just Burned Im Gonna Kym

me and my tall muscular fictional boyfriend 🌷💭🍰🧸♡

Hi 👋🏻 I just came across your account and I read your artist and muse.

And I was wondering if you are writing a part 2 to this?

Hello! Well, yes but it will probably take some time because of college, but in two weeks or so the part 2 will be up!

(part of the Wife at First Sight series)

In Ghost’s eyes, the first time you smiled up at him was the moment you became his and his alone.

So what if everyone apart from you knew it?

Didn’t make it any less of a fact, as far as he was concerned.

Still though, he wanted to learn more about just who his pretty little wife was, including anything that might make letting you know about your marriage a little easier. And so like the good soldier he is, he goes about it as though it were a reconnaissance mission.

He asks you how you take your coffees and teas, holding his breath as he watches you take the first sip of whichever drink he’s made you that day, pride swelling in his chest when you tell him it’s perfect, even better than when you make it.

The first time he’d done so, your eyes widened in surprise when he put his large, gloved hands over yours where they were wrapped around the mug, leaning forward and bringing the rim to his lips where he took a sip for himself, eyes locked with yours. You were unsure of what to think or say, but he apparently decided for you that this was okay, returning the warm drink to your mouth where he encouraged you to take another sip.

You figured that it was alright, he did make the tea for you after all, right?

You even laughed when he started only serving you in a mug with ‘Mrs.’ printed across the side, certain that it hadn’t been in any of the common room’s cupboards before.

He eyes the book peeking out of your bag one morning as you tuck it away, purchasing his own copy the very same day, curious to know what you like reading. You’re pleasantly surprised, if not a tad confused, when you find the next two books in the trilogy sat atop your desk soon after, a small note written in chicken scratch lain on top reads ‘To : Wife’. He’ll make a point of commenting on the novel if he sees you holding it, slipping in tid bits of information to impress you show he’s read it as well, likes the same things you like.

He’ll joke about how the food on the dining hall is always subpar, trying to casually find out what you like eating, subtly pulling out his phone and typing anything new into his notes app where he’s been keeping track of all your likes and dislikes. He just wants to get things right with you, be good for you, prove he can be the husband you need. You’re already perfect in his eyes, his sweet little soulmate who just doesn’t know it yet.

Though this was the first military base you’d ever worked on, you couldn’t recall anyone having ever warned you about the way Lieutenants apparently like to haze the new hires, never mind the fact that everyone else was apparently in on it.

No one bats an eye when you go to take the empty seat next to him in a briefing, and he wraps his strong arms around you to instead plop you down onto his muscular thighs, carrying on with the task at hand as though this is perfectly normal and professional. Even the Captain hardly glances at the interaction, so you figure it’s okay, some strange form of team bonding?

Not a soul comments on the way the Lieutenant insists on being the one to cut up your food and feed you bites during meals in the dining hall, pretending as though they don’t hear him telling you about how “my wife works hard enough, don’t need to be liftin’ a finger wit’ me around, love.”

They know to move out of the way if you’re approaching a closed door, knowing if the Lieutenant is anywhere near, he’ll be rushing to open the door for you before you can even attempt to do it yourself.

Even Soap has stopped complaining aloud and only rolls his eyes when Ghost drops anything and everything he’s doing- whether it’s spotting the Sergeant in the gym, being out on a morning run, hell even being in the middle of a shower- to send you a good morning text at six o clock on the dot. Every. Single. Morning.

No, you never exactly anticipated this sort of a running gag from a hardened military base, but you’re not exactly complaining either.

Not when you find your heart fluttering every time your fake work husband dotes on you like he really would marry you at the drop of a hat.

Besides, it’s all just playful, innocent fun, right?

Especially when everyone begins to apparently forget your name and instead refers to you only as Mrs Riley.

And when the Captain tells you that your requested time off for a honeymoon has been approved, something which you definitely don’t remember requesting, well that’s all just fun too, right?

YOUR MAKAROV X VIRGIN READER WAS SO GOOD it got into my dreams last night and let's just fucking say it was the best night sleep i've had in a while. his forcefulness was so scary and soooo good <3

and i don't need to squint to see the misogyny , it's loud and clear coming from him ;D

Ajsgsjgajzvs thanks for the feedback im glad u liked it !!!

i didn't know if i hadmade the misogyny part obvious enough so i put it like that lol

anyways i love makarov, especially 09 Makarov he's so terrible i want to eat him

soap is the kind of guy to come back from deployment with two bullet wounds and his arm in a cast and just shrug it off like achhh it’s nothing serious hen. but when he gets the stomach flu he’s literally on deaths door whining and complaining pestering bird about her taking too long to cook him his chicken noodle soup. also she should really check his temperature again he’s still burning up :(

dinner's ready

i wanna suck his dick so bad

Damsel in need...

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Highschool sweethearts .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

Teenager! Simon 'Ghost' Riley x teenager!gn reader

!!warnings: fluff, Ghost is a bit mean in the beginning, no gendered pronouns used for the reader, Ghost is 17, reader is 15-16, slow burn

English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes

You were a junior, you had a small group of friends that shared the same interested, nothing bigger than four people just so you didn't had to eat alone at lunch.

There was this boy in your biology class, Simon Riley, some close people called him Ghost for some reason, you didn't know why. He was always wearing a black mask, covering half of his face, like if he was sick but he wasn't, you saw him playing volleyball wearing that mask and he definitely wasn't sick. He was always quiet in the class, just taking notes and looking through the window, you would be lying to yourself if you didn't thought he was at least a bit attractive.

Your friend, Kelly, who was a social butterfly, managed to know a bit about him. He only has one friend in his grade, a scottish foreigner and the other 2 was a senior and a freshman, they all had silly nicknames for each other but she couldn't discovered what were the nicknames. He always stayed in the school library reading something after class and he smoked cigarettes in the school field every Saturday at 11am and his favorite drink is tea. You didn't question her how she knew those thing, she just did.

You were in the biology class and the teacher assigned everyone a project, to make a resume of the books chapter that you had read the whole semester, It was a pair work... That the teacher would choose the pairs, pratically everyone complained but she did it anyway. It was simple, everyone had a number, if you are number 1, your pair is number 2, if your number is number 3, your pair is number 4 and such. You were number 7 and it just happened that Simon was number 8, he looked at you and then back at the teacher when she announced that you were his pair, he seemed... Almost annoyed.

It was Friday and the project had to be delivered on Monday, so you and Simon had the whole weekend to do it. You decided to talk with Simon after class to discuss where you two would meet to do the project but you couldn't find him anywhere so you had to ask the other students, none of them knew where he was until you meet one particular student, that one that had a scottish accent and a mohawk.

The boy said to you that Simon was really, really introverted and didn't liked people in his house unless that he was friends with them... And he didn't liked befriending with other juniors for some reason, despite that, the boy — that you learned the name was John MacTavish... Or Soap—, gave you Simon's address and said that, to not upset him, to bring him something as a gift, especially tea and gave you Simon's phone number before having to go.

The next day was Saturday, you woke up early and got ready, taking a shower and dressing comfortably, not caring too much about how you look, you took your notebook, laptop, pens and of course, some chamomile tea, hoping he would like it.

You took the bus to his neighborhood and knocked at his door. After a few minutes waiting, Simon opens the door, he seems like he just woke up, his hair messy and his eyes looks heavy. His eyebrows frowns, he apparently didn't liked seeing you here. "What do you want?" He says, his voice deep as ever. "The science project." You answered, looking at him, trying to sound friendly.

"it's fuckin' ten in the morning, go back to your house. We have until Monday to do this shit and I don't want to do it today, go wash some dishes or a laundry and leave me alone." He spitted, closing the door, not leaving space for you to talk. You were surprised, you didn't expected the quiet, introverted Simon to be like that. You were determined! You has things to do tomorrow and you need this project ready today.

You knock on the door again, "Go away!" He yells, "I have something for you!" You yell back and after a few minutes of silence, he opens the door and you show him the chamomile tea box, he looks at you and then at the box and grabs it, "come in." He says, his voice tired and he opens the door to you. You step inside, taking off your shoes and leaving it at the doorway.

The house was kinda messy, a lot of boxes here and there, especially of pizzas and the kitchen smelled like tea. "Where are your parents?" You asks Simon, following him inside the house. "They're on vacation and they decided I'm old enough to be home alone." He mumbles and then turns to you.

"Who gave you my address?" He questions, crossing his arms. You were slightly intimidated, he was so big for a teenager, it was probably good genetics and maybe gym? you never saw him working out. Maybe the fact he was always dressing hoodies and sweaters that covered his whole body also helped how you never noticed.

You gulps and looks at him, "John." You replies, he frowns slightly, "what John? I know a lot of Johns." He rolls his eyes. "Uh... MacTavish? Soap?" You nervously answers. He sighs and chuckles, "of course, Soap." He teased and then started to prepare the tea, taking a kettle and filling it with water, boiling it on the stove.

The following minutes are silent, he wasn't looking at you, you just wanted to do the project and get out of there. You open your mouth but then hesitated, so stayed quiet. "Are you going to stay there stare at me?" Simon looked at you from over his shoulder, making you feel small even if you two didn't had a big height difference.

You look away and shakes your head in an no and he turns back to the kettle, he puts the tea bag in the boiling water and waits a few minutes before turning off the heat and pouring the tea into a cup. He drinks it and sighs, his face softening. He then turns to you, "You want some?" He offers, you hesitantly nods, he pours some tea into a cup and hands it to you. You drink it and being honest, you didn't liked tea much but this one tasted good.

Simon smiles a bit, it seems like tea brings him to a better mood, "What's your name?" He asks, you frowns a bit, you two were a duo project and he didn't know your name... You tell him your name and he nods. You two talk for a while, drinking tea.

It was now 12pm and you had things to do at 2pm, so you interrupts him. "Let's do the project, I need to go in a few hours." His smile fades and he nods. He leads you to his bedroom upstairs, you take your laptop from your backpack and you two sit on the floor and starts working on the project. You two were finished at exactly 1:40pm, the project wasn't perfect but it had to be that because you were a busy person and didn't had time tomorrow.

"oh god, I'm gonna be late for my volleyball practice." You panics, quickly organizing everything. You didn't had a driving license yet so you had to take the bus that took a long time to arrive so you will definitely be late... "I'll drive you there." Simon says, taking you out of your trance, "Really? You don't need to, i can take the bus-" "Yeah, let's go, c'mon." He cuts you off.

He takes your hand and your backpack for you, walking you to the garage. You jump into the passenger seat and he goes to the driver seat, you give him the address of the place and he starts driving as fast as legally as possible. Your hair flying in the wind as you laugh.

You arrive at the place a bit late, like 5 minutes late but it's better than 30 minutes late at least. You jump out of the car fast and runs to the entrance, "see you at Monday!" You yell at Simon and waves at him beflre entering, he waves back and you can see a weak smile on his face.

Is this the start of something more than a friendship?

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🌸 my requests are open by the way! Hope you enjoyed. I'm sorry if it it's too small, I'm still learning :)

Ghost’s New neighbour

3am thoughts i guess or whatever.

Tw: Suggestive…

Whatever you do, don't imagine yourself as Simon’s cute little neighbour.

Don't imagine the first day you moved in, how you went to press the button of the elevator to take you to your new apartment, but a large, rough hand beat you to it. Behind you a large, intimidating man that made you shiver from solely his cold presence.

Don't imagine how he'd take up over half of the elevator, filling the space with a scent of musk and…gunpowder? And the elderly couple and their two dogs rushing in at the last second doesn't help, making you squeeze and press against the massive man.

Don't imagine how your skin littered with goosebumps; his stance, demeanour and cold eyes the cause, or maybe it was the tight black compression shirt that outlined his abs, his slightly loose pants that did nothing to hide his sheer size.

Don't imagine how you have to hold in your breath as your ass brushes against his thigh, making you close your eyes as you try to ignore the heat emitting from him. And as if that's not enough to have your mind spiralling, he moves to stand directly behind you, pressing his bulge against the curve of your ass, is he doing it on purpose, or was it really necessary to press the button to his floor, even though you pressed the same number only a few seconds ago?

Whatever you do, don't imagine how he'd slowly rock his hips, casually, in soft waves as his fingers brush against your wrists. you have to pretend as if nothing is wrong as you answer the couple's questions politely, trying go get to know you, trying to be friendly neighbours

“Come over later, 8:30 pm sharp, I don't appreciate tardiness” he’d say in a low tone, his lips inches away from our ear as he slips past you, wanting to get off the elevator first.