Captain John Price has everything you could wish for in a man. He is tall, muscular, his voice dripping with confidence every time he speaks. The only problem is that he's also your new guest professor, and he's making your heart skip a beat whenever he looks at you, causing it to almost burst out of your chest when he invites you to his office to help you with your thesis.

"Are you going to hurt me?" you asked, and your voice was no longer as secure as it had been when he wasn't standing so close to you that you could feel the heat his body radiated. "Do you want me to hurt you, meine kleine Maus?" You swallowed thickly, the reason for the goosebumps on your body no longer the cold night's air. By now, you had completely forgotten about his demand for you to play some kind of game with him, but he was quick to remind you. "I'm going to count to 10, and you better start running right now. And when I catch you-,"

From the first second he saw you, König was completely and utterly obsessed with you. So when you ran into him late at night, tears streaming down your face, the universe served you to him on a silver platter. "Come in, we can sit down in my room and get you cleaned up, and then you can tell me what happened, ja?" he said quietly, a smirk hidden beneath his mask as he guided you into his room.

Simon "Ghost" Riley was assigned to observe some houses at night, supposed to find out who was the driving force behind the riots that spread around town. Instead, he finds himself spending most of his nights looking at just one particular house; until the object of his desire looks straight back at him.

When Price told Ghost that he had to go to the United States for a solo mission where he would assume the role of a bodyguard to gather intel on an important target, Ghost was already feeling annoyed. He expected snobby people who would boss him around, maybe even having to tend to spoiled little brats like a babysitter. But nothing could have prepared him for you - because in a way, you were so much worse than anything he had expected. And the cruelest irony was that he found himself irresistibly drawn towards you.

Simon "Ghost" Riley almost never sees his 'home', a cheap little place with quiet neighbours and enough space to be called cozy. But when he returns home after a mission to find he has a new neighbour, how will his life change? Will he ever get used to the new noise? Or will he move out to find some quiet?

A story in which (y/n) had an unforgettable one night stand with a kind, such a gentleman, but hot guy she met at the bar. However soon it turns out that the hot, monster in bed kind of man from that certain night is her new English teacher at her university. . . . Read the story to find out more! • Professor Rengoku x University student reader • Teacher x Student relationship. If it's not your cup of tea, then you shouldn't read this story. Best rankings: #1 in rengokukyojuroxreader #1 in kyojuroxreader #1 in tags #1 in rengoku #1 in rengokuxreader #1 in demonslayer #1 in rengokukyojuro #1 in kny #1 in kimetsunoyaiba #1 in demonslayerxreader -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- 🔞⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️🔞 • For mature audiences only! This story will contain bad language, VERY detailed mature themes, such as smuts. If you are a minor, I suggest you to don't even start this story. If you do, then remember that I warned you... • I do not own the anime/manga, nor the characters from it. • I only own the storyline and a few ocs here and there throughnout the story. Story stared: 15.07.2022. Story ended: 18.04.2025. -Hungarian Shinobi

────── 𝐂𝐄𝐔𝐗 𝐐𝐔𝐈 𝐕𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓 Le 10 janvier 2013, les Etats-Unis déclarent officiellement la Ligue organisation terroriste et ses membres, ennemis à abattre. L'unité d'élite de NATO, coalition armée, jure alors de traquer ces cibles au même titre que chaque individu menaçant la paix internationale. Seulement des années plus tard, à l'aube de la troisième guerre mondiale, une alliance entre un lieutenant de la Ligue et la Task Force 141 fait tomber bien des masques. Au grand damne de ceux qui comptaient rester caché derrière à jamais.