This is a gay and a boy story... There's also a spg scene.. It depends on you if you're going to read it or not.

After the last few missions that Task Force 141 has been on Simon ' Ghost ' Riley and John ' Soap' McTavish have grown close to one another becoming an inseparable and powerful pair, but unfamiliar feelings have grown between the two, causing them to grow closer but what will it become?

The story of your sexual capitulation told by the bloodthirsty supervillain who discovered your secret identity, ruined every chance of you maintaining a normal functioning relationship, and is kinda-sorta (without a doubt, definitely) obsessed with you. ***** Your name is Hector Jean-Baptiste. By day you're an upstanding college student: rugby star, stellar Haitian son, autism activist. By night you're Makeshift, an electrokinetic powerhouse hailed as the greatest superhero of our generation. Keeping your beloved alter ego a secret shouldn't be an issue, but recently your sadistic archnemesis, Vortex, can't seem to grasp the importance of personal space... Basically, the deadliest villain in the world disguises himself as a charming barista intending to seduce, corrupt, and destroy America's favorite poster boy (AKA You) only to fall dangerously in love with the kind-hearted man (Also You) behind the mask instead. Whoops? ★ Featured during #CelebrateBlackStories, #BlackPride2021, and #WrittenwithPride2021 ★ Wattpad Certified Fresh Read CONTENT WARNING: This story contains strong language, mild violence, sensual themes, and mentions of racism and homophobia.

pretty much just smut.🤝

This is similar to my story The sun & moon with Simon 'Ghost' and Johnny 'Soap' These will just be one shot not related to the storyline So please enjoy :)

Hi there, I'd like to explain a teensy little thing before you go reading this. after the events of MW2022, Task Force 141 go on a mission near the Eastern border of Belarus. their mission is to investigate a warehouse that had been suspected to be occupied by AQ forces, attempting to smuggle weaponry deeper into London. after TF141 infiltrates the building, the AQ forces catch them, and call for backup. backup soon arrives and the team engages in a massive shootout with nearly 50 men. the team is eventually forced to retreat. this entire escapade leads to the sudden demise of Ghost. or so the task force thought.

Being a part of Captain Price's Special Task Force 141 was no easy work. Often away from loved ones for extended amounts of times, dropped in the middle of nowhere, with intelligence that could crumble life and society as we know it today or could launch another world war with only your closest battle buddies being there to support you; sometimes it was someone you had only known for six months being on your six and trusting they were going to get you out alive. Being killed or captured was always a threat and work was never easy. Missions often went sideways, and you sometimes only had the supplies in your bag with the clothes on your back. Blood often stained the hands of the members of the 141, they flirted with the grim reaper often, and any distractions could risk your life on the field. So why couldn't the tall Manchester rainstorm get the short Scotland sunshine out of his head? Copyright pxnkedniall Words: 92,330 Something in the Orange - Zach Bryan These characters are from Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022) developed by Infinity Ward and published by Activision Part 1 of It's Not Living (If It's Not With You) book two: The good I'll do https://www.wattpad.com/1306237308-the-good-i%27ll-do-ghost-x-soap-i

[texting] Lucas Brandon has always been a flirt to all the girls. He enjoys attending huge parties with big crowds and always tried his best to get into some girls pants, but seems like this party took a big turn for him as he got someone else's number instead. Nathaniel King is a private guy, didn't enjoy going out as much, but he never refused to go to parties that he was invited to. Girls, and even boys, fall for him easily, and when he wants something, he gets it. When a random message is sent to him, he becomes amused and is interested. Nate wants him, and as I said, he gets what he wants.

A man finds out too late that rejecting another woman for the love of his life would get him cursed for all eternity to watch his love die over and over again. Can the curse be broken? Read to find out.

"You're really pissing me off, Iggy, so I'm gonna give you two options. Either walk away or keep fucking provoking me and watch what happens," Ignatius' bottom lip caught between his teeth, Enlil's hot breath tickling his ear as the sylph leant in awfully close. One option was far more appealing than the other, though the other was far more practical. "Why would I walk away now, daddy?" Ignatius felt Enlil's arousal pressing against his clothed ass, making his own hardening cock twitch with anticipation. Was he really going through with it? He doubted it would just be a blowjob that time, he could still back out, Enlil wouldn't be mad. "I'd watch what you say next, princess, don't go giving me the wrong idea," Enlil spoke in a much softer voice, resting his hand on the wall to the left of Ignatius' head, his lips so close to the phoenix's ear they just grazed against the skin. Ignatius hesitated, guilty thoughts rushing into his mind, each one dissolving as Ignatius focused on how well his back fit into Enlil's chest. "Please," Ignatius whispered, sliding his hand up the wall to cover Enlil's, "please, daddy," Ignatius suddenly felt very vulnerable, fearful that Enlil would reject his advances. "Please what, princess? Tell daddy what you want," Enlil pressed his lips to the crook of Ignatius' neck, running his tongue over the curvature of his skin, coaxing a hushed moan from the phoenix. God, who had been kidding? How could he have ever resisted Enlil when he spoke to him like that? "You," Ignatius breathed, bringing Enlil's hand down to rest upon his throat, "I want you, daddy, all of you," Ignatius' breath caught in his throat as Enlil applied a hell of a lot more pressure than he had done before, no longer increasing it at a gradual pace. "It's about goddamn time, princess..." {Book Three of the Inamorate Series}