This mission was supposed to be easy, get in, get out. Simple, easy, but so far it had been anything but easy. Kate had you dressed up like a doll. You were going to kill her, you decided as she applied makeup to your face. You'd steal her wife too. That woman was too kind for the demon behind you. And as you exited, Kate laughed at Captain John Price's face. Unbeknownst to the two of you, he's fighting off a boner. Or The mission should not be hard, but John is, and the closet is small.

"All I need is one shot." ✧ Simon "Ghost" Riley was a cold, heartless killer. He was untouchable, and he made his enemies cower just by hearing his name. Not you, though. Cold? Heartless? Hearing him referred to by those names would make you laugh. If anyone was demented and heartless, it was you. A menacingly precise and skilled sniper by the name "Odile," you were the one to be feared. So when you're captured and interrogated by Task Force 141 for being suspected of working with the terrorist Hassan, you're offered something you cannot pass up ─ valuable information on where to find an old friend that went missing 7 years ago by the name of König. The catch? Temporarily join Task Force 141 and help disarm a missile in Austria. ✧ [2nd Person P.O.V] [Ghost x Reader] [König x Reader] [Contains Smut] ✧ #3 in "fanfic" out of 1.4M+ #10 in "ghost" out of 55.4K+ #4 in "callofduty" out of 1,000+ #1 in "codmw2" out of 150+ #3 in "cod" out of 1,000+ ✧ Disclaimer: I do not own the Call of Duty franchise, its plot, or its characters. I only own my original characters. ✧ Began: December 20, 2022 Completed: July 4, 2023 Written during age(s): 15 yrs Full Word Count: 62k ✧ FANFICTION OF: Call of Duty

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

❝There is nothing to be sorry about, Dylans. It's not your fault. You didn't do anything.❞ I crave academic validation. But so does he... It is clear Dakota Reid and Nyla Dylans were close. Outside of school grounds, they were what most would call close friends. Always fooling around and putting up with each other's remarks. All until Nyla moved away from Presley in the sixth grade. She finally got out of Dakota's hair and he could breath a sigh of relief. He didn't realize how fast almost seven years can truly go by until Nyla moves back to the city she was born and raised in. Dakota was always number one... but not for long. Nyla wants Valedictorian just as much as Dakota does. Now the two are tied. Test time is coming up? Good, now who will get the higher grade? Partner projects? No worries, they will never choose each other. They know working together is impossible. There are no words to describe them other than academic rivals. Being next-door neighbors only made their competition stronger. Will Dakota be able to follow in his father's footsteps fast enough or will Nyla beat him to the number one spot? The end of the first semester is approaching faster than one could speak. Which star student will be labeled Valedictorian? Only the two-digit number most would call GPA will let them find out. Oh rivalry. This should be fun. ✰dual point of view ✰can be read as a stand-alone #1 in rivals 11/12/2021

MATURE CONTENT A short, hot Italian romance. Illaria has a one-night-stand with a man she knows is dangerous. Her best friend warned her about sleeping with the mafia, only do it once. No attachments. What Illaria doesn't realise is that Lucca has no intention of letting her go, she has no idea just how much of an effect she had on him. The second Mafia Don Lucca Vilenzo lays eyes on Illaria, he wants her. She's too sweet for his world and he knows he is selfish by dragging her into it, but he doesn't care. Lucca knows he's going to have her. It's just a shame she doesn't realise it yet.

Starting her second year of college as a literature major student, Nevaeh Violet was all alone, no friends or family to support her. Having gotten a scholarship to study, she's never been more grateful. Bouncing from foster home to the other, Violet never fit in, she's too shy and nice for her own good. Being all alone, she never got to experience love and care. Being called a freak because of her unique colored eyes, Violet suffers from anxiety and PTSD from past events making Violet struggle to make friends. *** Five mafia kings, all searching for their queen. 'The Rulers' as people call them, have all been searching for their one. They aren't related by blood, but they treat each other as such. They aren't brothers by blood, but by choice. They've known each other since diapers, they've killed and got hurt for each other. They're the most dangerous mafias to ever exist for their brutal ways and ruthless looks. They share everything, ever since they were young, as teenagers they all made a pact that they'll share the one once they find her. But after coming empty handed after searching for years, they decide to act as professors and see if they find the one. What happens when they meet innocent and broken Violet? Will they be able to fix her broken heart or will it be too late? Violet is an orphan, or is she? Read to find out!!! Book covers and aesthetics by _navy_bluee_ *** # 1 anxiety attacks # 1 polyamory # 1 reverse harem # 1 kings # 1 daddies # 1 care # 1 18plus

"The moment his eyes landed on me, I felt like having a déjà-vu" ____________________________________ "You look so divine." "Thank you, love." Cover is not from me.

"I really am sorry." "I know. Now lift your skirt for me," he demands, standing behind my sprawled out figure on his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his button up. I feel my face flush, and I lift my cheek from its position on the solid wood desk to where I knew they were standing, waiting. I lock my wide eyes with pale green ones, knowing Sebastian's my best chance at avoiding punishment. All I receive in return is a slow, smug grin, and then a shrug, telling me I'm all out of luck. I watch as he gets comfortable, leaning against the dark wood walls and sliding his hands in his now slightly creased pant pockets. My eyes flicker over to Nik and Oliver, who moved to take up the leather armchairs at each corner of the desk, each with wicked gleams in their eyes, feasting on my vulnerable position. I shiver as I feel Elijah's cold hand run up the back of my thigh softly, only to pinch the goosebump-covered skin just under the curve of my ass, jolting me into awareness. "You know I don't like waiting, pretty girl," he chides, leaning into me so I can faintly feel his even breaths whisper along my neck. I lift my hands and reach behind me to pull up my fitted skirt so that my panty-clad bottom is hit with the effects of the slightly too-high air conditioning. I shiver in anticipation of Elijah's hard hand, knowing that despite my fear, I'm also more excited than I've ever been. His hand suddenly reaches into the side of my underwear from behind and he slides his fingers through my soaking folds, leisurely stroking my clit. I inhale a sharp gasp of air, electricity flowing through my pussy at his mere touch. "You're such a good cunt for us, aren't you, sweetheart? Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now?"

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

They Are The Monsters. They Are The Princes. . . . Leyla Campbell, daughter of a corrupted politician, never expected her father to give her to them - two of the deadliest men in the world, for the sake of his reputation. They don't seem safe. They look like they'd rip her apart. She never expected that she might want them to. . . . Mature content. BDSM. Reverse Harem.