You're an exhausted showgirl on one of many long nightshifts. What makes this one a little different? It's a certain scottish mans birthday and the one thing he wished for was to finish it off in a burlesque club with his fellow teammates. --- I'VE GOT NO CLUE, first of all. Like many, I have fallen for the boys and had this idea in my head for a long time now. The idea of Ghost being forced to go celebrate in a burlesque club with the others and how he would be so out of place there but trying dearly for Johnny. Since I couldn't find this type of story anywhere and i'm currently at home with the flu i thought okay so this is it? This is my moment? Keep in mind: •SMUT •FLUFF •English is not my first language and i haven't written fanfiction in years. •I don't know anything about the military and only have a little experience about how showgirls go on about their day so pls don't expect a super realistic story, we're literally just ballin. • 90% of this story will be heavily influenced by me listening to Portishead • Sweet comments & feedback motivate me to write, so keep em coming baby ♡ I HOPE U ENJOY THE DOMESTICATION OF SIMON RILEY ♡

A fanfiction in which a two people, by chance, slowly fall in love with eachother's lives, and realise that their stories become so intertwined, like they were meant to be together from the very begining of time itself. Mature themes which include: Violence, Gore and similar themes (details on info page) There will be 18+ Smut / Lemons at some point I promise (In total so far: 41,500~ words, 224,690~ characters)(21st Feb)

"I don't open up to people sweetheart, so don't think you're any different. You never will be." You are a Military Psychologist on base in London for the British Spec Ops task force 141. You've seen countless amounts of troops with all kinds of disorders, but none of them have ever intrigued you like Simon 'Ghost' Riley. The way he's so reserved, strong minded, and kind of rude without a care in the world. You hope one day you can help him, but for now he is making it extremely difficult. (Please note that this fanfiction will contain some campaign spoilers but isn't exactly campaign accurate. Also, I know I know I've used an old Ghost picture for the cover but none of the newer ones were working for me, but this is definitely about mw2 2022 Ghost.)

Book One in Beloved In Battle Series. Pairing: König x (Y/N) Mori ꧁𓊈༒𓊉꧂ The man looked startled and then hid in the house with the other three, a crash and grunting was heard inside the cabin. I twisted my head to try and get a look inside. A large man wearing a sniper hood exited the cabin by ducking his head down and tilting his large shoulders to walk out the door. "Stay the fuck away from me!" I shouted as the man walked, more like sauntering my way, I tugged at the ties binding me and shook, "I will fucking kill you! Don't touch me!" The man stood beside my chair, His light voice startled me as he spoke with a lithe German accent, "König here, four hostiles dead, how copy?" I couldn't hear a reply but a shadow passed behind the quad before appearing in front of the light. "Good job, mate," Price's accent sounded like heaven to my ears, he suddenly turned his eyes to me. They softened as he spoke, "You held out, good job." Currently unedited Long Chapters Mature Themes