She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

Invited to the bar by Hesh and Logan, you're trying to keep composure as Logan's new girl finds ways to take digs at you. Everyone (besides Logan) knew you carried a torch for him, and seeing him with her is torture. To make matters worse, now Keegan is watching, shattering your resolve without even trying.

Captain John Price, commander of Task Force 141, has two sides. One; the jovial, open friend that all the 141 members have come to know and love. The other; a dark, assessing, and powerful man who doesn't take failure as an option. You are the primary intelligence liaison and mission planning operative for Task Force 141. You know that you're good at your job, have received praise saying such, but you've yet to have a first-hand opportunity with the 141. The 141 has a new mission - surveilling an enemy operative headquarters based in a quaint farmers town. Captain Price doesn't trust anyone other than himself to go, but he needs a mission planner to come with him. You're chosen to join. Can you two work together well enough to get the job done, or will the close quarters become too much? Oneshot.

{𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙} 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡. 𝙈𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 18+. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙜/𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡, 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘒ö𝘯𝘪𝘨 (mainly Ghost)

SFW chapters marked ❕ NSFW chapters marked ❗️ These oneshots only include characters from the MW2 campaign for now. • There IS a lot of dirty smut right off the bat, be ready and read at your own risk. • Written in "you" format rather than "y/n" •NOT intended for minors.

Violet has passed test after test to gain the approval of her boss - and esteemed baker - Ranger. The latest test was to make lemon meringue pies for the patrons at The Grind, and when Ranger sees she received help, he has the perfect plan for her punishment. Lemon meringue pie has never been so sexy.

Olivia Larsen, easily one of the greatest hackers in the world works for KorTac. She trips over her words everytime König walks into the room, and he knows it. He knows how she feels, and has a hard time keeping the tension at bay. It's only a matter of time until one of them acts on it.

You visit your Colonel late at night in his office. He needs your comfort.

Your sick obsession with Ghost leads you to breaking into his quarters late at night not expecting him to be there. But once you lay eyes on him, you can't stop yourself from trying to take his mask off his face. He wakes, you knew he would. Fortunately for you, you're no longer a shadow at his heel, he now has an interest in you. (Story from TikTok)

Ghost needs some care. You end up being the sore one.