Domenique tem o controle da sua vida perfeita na palma das mãos. Porém tudo isso muda quando ela conhece ele, e ele decide que quer ela. PLÁGIO É CRIME! Não permito adaptações da história!!!! Haverá palavrões, cenas de conteúdo sexual e afins então se você não curte esse tipo de coisas bad boy infelizmente não é para você.

Todos os créditos vão a blujamas/thcscus no ao3, estou apenas traduzindo a história dela! (fanart na capa feita por moneyoniis no twitter) _________________________________________________________________ "Eu entendo. Você ouviu que o lugar que você ama estava com problemas, então você voltou, mas eu não-eu só-por que você não me levou?" Aqui estava, finalmente. Catarse, ou algo parecido. "Eu os caçaria com você, Philza, as pessoas que fizeram aquilo com sua cidade. Eu lhe daria a sua vingança em uma bandeja de prata. Eu lhe daria o mundo." Philza não parecia culpado. Só parecia cansado. "Entretanto, eu não os cacei." // Ou, aquela fic onde Techno e Phil são velhos imortais, e Tommy e Wilbur são decididamente... não. 28/05/2021 - #4 minecraft! 18/07/2021 - #1 ao3, #5 dreamwastaken! 20/08/2021 - #4 mcyt! 22/08/2021 - #1 mcyt!!!

Not only was Ghost one of your father's best friends, but unfortunately also the man you had a crush on for the past few years. He was supposed to watch you because your father had to be away for a few days, an important mission, and somehow he was afraid for your safety, even though you had insisted that you were old enough to be on your own. But your dad seemed to view that differently. The fact that you were 20, almost 21, was not the reassurance he needed to keep you home alone for more than a night.

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.

From the second you joined the Taskforce as Captain Price's new assistant, Ghost couldn't stand you. Unfortunately, he was the one who had to come to rescue you after you were abducted by Makarov's men. To make matters even worse, you were now stuck in a safe house with him, with a snowstorm raging outside, and no way of leaving this house in the next few hours.

While you were busy thinking about the technicalities of this encounter, König grabbed your hand and placed it on his body. Gentleman enough not to put it directly on his crotch, even though you honestly wouldn't have minded it. It seemed as if Ghost wasn't happy with König having your undivided attention, so he grabbed your other hand. Placing it a bit lower than König had, so low that you were basically holding onto his belt. Heat started to pool between your thighs, nipples hardening underneath your flimsy shirt, and the realization that you were wearing next to nothing hit you like a brick. "Also, Prinzessin," König spoke up, a hint of a dirty grin in his voice. "Should we try some of the things you wanted to do, or are you going to chicken out now?"

Some people talk in their sleep. Some get up, walk around and find themselves in unusual places. And Simon Riley - well, Simon Riley fucks in his sleep.

They won't allow to think bad of yourself, especially when you try to put everything on yourself. Let us take care of you, they said. You wanted to be taken care of, badly. So you let them. They take care of what is theirs...and you belong to them. Sequel to Smoked Kisses - this can be read as a one-shot

You made a mistake. You made a mistake on the mission and it ruined everything. You wanted to blame yourself, to tell yourself you were the one that ruined the mission. After all it was worth, you slipped up and that was all it took for everything to spiral out of control. You wanted to sulk in your misery, to let yourself suffer in the silence that followed a failed mission. Ghost is quick to call you out on it and Price is not one to allow you to think such things about yourself.

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.