mivalyn

[mivalyn]

♡ Claimed, stuffed and satisfied ♡

18+, mdni!

König x fem!reader

Cw: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, anal fingerin, anal sex, deep throathing, multiple orgasms

!Requests are open!

Word count: 674

Your relationship with König has been a smoldering fire for months, each encounter stoking the flames higher, hotter. He’s the embodiment of raw, primal masculinity - towering over you with a body carved from stone, a predator's gaze that pins you in place, and a voice dripping with unshakable dominance. Every movement he makes oozes power and control, and the way he looks at you - hungry, possessive - sends a shiver down your spine. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and God help you, because every calculated touch, every rumble of his voice, leaves you aching for him.

He doesn't hold back when it comes to satisfying you in every way possible. His breeding kink is what initially drew you to him, and now you can't get enough of feeling his hot, creamy seed pump into your body. His cock, impossibly thick and throbbing with need, never fails to drive you to the edge of sanity. He takes you any way he wants - filling your ass, pussy, and mouth with his thick cock and making you feel like the ultimate cumbag. But it's not just about sex for him - he worships you like a goddess, adoring every inch of your body.

König towers over you like a vengeful god, easily two heads taller than you with a massive cock that seems to never tire. His thick, fleshy cock bring you to climax at least four or five times, leaving your body quivering and begging for more. He thrusts into your dripping wet pussy, he relentlessly pounds away, punctuating each deep thrust with a bite on your neck, throat, collarbones, and nipples. His rough, calloused hands explore every inch of you, leaving behind welts and bruises that you wear like badges of honor. Every touch is searing, primal, as if he’s branding you as his. He devours your delicious pussy and ass afterward with fervent hunger, his tongue and lips exploring every inch of your sensitive skin. With each flick of his tongue, he elicits another moan from your overwhelmed body.

But he doesn't stop there - oh no, he knows how much you love it when he plays with your tight anus, expertly stretching it with his thick fingers before plunging his big, thick cock deep inside. As he thrusts into your ass with merciless force, he reaches down and grips your clit between his calloused fingers, tugging and twisting it until you're writhing in pleasure. With a guttural moan, he empties himself deep inside you, marking you as his own. Your screams of pleasure only fuel his desire, and he shows no mercy as he takes you to the brink again and again.

But his true dominance shows when he takes control and fucks your throat mercilessly. He’s obsessed with the sight, how your lips stretched wide around his girthy cock, tears streaming down your cheeks as you struggle to accommodate his size. He’s patient at first, guiding you, but once you start to relax, he takes control, gripping the back of your head and thrusting into your mouth with the same ferocity he shows your pussy. And when he finally releases his hot load down your throat, you swallow every drop like the good little slut he knows you are, and it drives him wild.

König isn’t just dominant—he’s commanding, primal, and entirely in control. But what takes you by surprise every time is the tenderness he shows after your fiery encounters. As rough as he is in bed, he becomes gentle in the aftermath, lifting your exhausted, trembling body into his arms like you’re the most precious thing in the world. He carries you into the bathroom, where he runs a warm bath and carefully washes you, his large hands surprisingly delicate as they glide over your skin. He kisses every mark he’s left behind, murmuring soft words of affection.

And even though you already know how intense and wild he can be in bed, the way he treats you afterward makes you fall for him all over again - you just can’t get enough.

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[mivalyn]

☁ The cold below ☁ (16+)

Requested by: @princeasimdiya12

Koe no katachi / A silent voice fanfiction

Cw: chains, drowning, cloth gag, nearly death experience, death

!Requests are open!

Word count: 1,205

Kazuki Shimada was a storm of resentment and fury. For years, he had done everything in his power to break Ishida Shouya - bullying him, humiliating him, and isolating him from everyone around him. Yet Ishida had endured. Worse, he had grown stronger, thriving in ways Kazuki couldn’t fathom.

While Kazuki stumbled from one failure to another, his life a spiral of dissatisfaction, Ishida rose higher. He had friends, success, happiness - all the things Kazuki believed should have been his. It felt like an insult, a mockery of everything Kazuki had suffered. Envy turned to hate, and hate festered until it consumed him.

He wanted to end it. He had to end it. Ishida didn’t deserve his life.

Kazuki planned his revenge carefully, his mind fixating on one goal: Ishida would drown. He prepared everything: heavy chains, cold steel balls to weigh him down, and a thick cloth to gag him. The ocean would do the rest.

Under the cover of night, Kazuki made his move. Dressed in black, he slipped through Ishida’s open window, his heart pounding with adrenaline. The silence of the house only fueled his determination.

°°°

Ishida Shouya lay fast asleep, wrapped in the comfort of his bed. Barefoot and dressed in a loose shirt and baggy pants, he was the picture of peace - a peace he had fought for, earned after years of struggle.

But that peace didn’t last.

A harsh, foreign pressure forced its way into his mouth, yanking him out of sleep. His eyes snapped open as his jaw was forced wide, a large gag sealing his lips shut. He tried to scream, but the gag muffled him completely, reducing his cries to muted, desperate sounds.

“Mmmffhh! Hhhhffnnn!”

Rough hands pulled his arms behind him, tying his wrists tightly with ropes that bit into his skin. He thrashed, his bare feet kicking against the bed in a frantic attempt to resist, but it was no use.

“NNnngghhhff! HHhnnffmmm!”

Before Ishida could see his attacker clearly, a sharp blow struck the back of his head. Pain exploded through his skull, and the world went dark.

°°°

Kazuki grunted as he hefted Ishida’s unconscious body over his shoulder. The boy’s head hung limp, his bare feet swaying with each step Kazuki took. He moved quickly through the empty streets, his breath fogging in the cold night air.

He stopped briefly at his house, grabbing the heavy chains, the weights, and the cloth he had prepared earlier. The bag was heavier than he remembered, but the weight only pushed him onward. He could almost feel the satisfaction of seeing Ishida sink into the ocean’s depths.

When he reached the docks, the moonlit water stretched out before him, dark and endless. The rhythmic sound of waves lapping against the wood filled the air as Kazuki dropped Ishida onto the cold, damp planks. He stood over the boy for a moment, catching his breath.

It was time.

°°°

The first thing Ishida felt when he woke was the chill of the dock beneath him. The second was the ache in his jaw from the gag still lodged tightly in his mouth, sealing it shut. His eyes fluttered open, and he saw the night sky above him, stars scattered like shards of glass.

The sound of water filled his ears, and panic rose in his chest. He tried to move, but his wrists were bound behind him, and his ankles felt unbearably heavy. The faint metallic clink of chains confirmed it.

“Mmmnnffhh! HHhhnngghhh!” His muffled cries were frantic, but the gag held firm, allowing only muted sounds to escape.

Kazuki stepped into view, his face twisted with fury and something almost like triumph. “You’re awake,” he said coldly, crouching beside Ishida. “Good. I want you to hear this.”

Ishida thrashed, his bare feet scraping against the damp wood as he tried to wriggle free.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Kazuki’s voice cracked as he spoke, a mix of anger and desperation. “You’ve ruined me, Ishida. You didn’t even have to try. Everything I wanted, everything I worked for - you just took it. And now look at you! You’re happy, you’re thriving, and me? I have nothing!”

Ishida’s muffled protests grew louder, but the gag reduced them to meaningless noise.

“Mmmpphh! Hhhnnnffhhh!”

Kazuki ignored him. “This is justice, Ishida. My justice.”

He grabbed the chains and began wrapping them around Ishida’s ankles, attaching the heavy metal balls with deliberate precision. The cold metal bit into Ishida’s skin, and his struggles grew frantic.

“NNHHNNFFHHH! HHNNNGGHHHH!”

When the chains were secure, Kazuki yanked Ishida to his feet. The boy swayed unsteadily, his bare feet pressing against the damp wood. Behind him, the ocean loomed - vast, dark, and waiting.

“Goodbye, Ishida,” Kazuki said simply. Then, with a hard shove, he pushed him into the water.

°°°

The freezing water hit Ishida like a wall. He sank instantly, the heavy weights pulling him downward with terrifying speed.

“Mmmmnnnfff! HHNNGGHHHH!” His muffled screams vibrated through the water, but no one could hear them. The gag sealed his mouth shut, his tongue immobilized, leaving him utterly helpless.

The moonlight fractured into shifting beams as he sank deeper and deeper. The pressure in his chest grew unbearable as his lungs begged for air.

The ocean floor slowly came into view, an alien world of pale sand and swaying seaweed. Tiny fish darted past, their movements quick and indifferent. A crab scuttled across the sand, its claws clicking rhythmically as if mocking Ishida’s struggle.

His bare feet brushed the sand, his body settling as the chains anchored him to the ocean floor. His vision blurred, the world around him dimming. The glow of jellyfish flickered nearby, their translucent forms drifting like ghostly lanterns.

Just as the darkness threatened to consume him entirely, a sudden tug at the chains snapped him back. His body jerked as the weight on his ankles shifted, the chains loosening inexplicably.

His feets slipped free.

°°°

Kazuki stood at the edge of the dock, staring at the rippling water. His chest heaved with exertion, his heart pounding in his ears. Ishida was gone. The boy who had everything was now nothing more than a memory, swallowed by the ocean.

It was over.

Kazuki turned to leave, but something caught his eye - a shadow moving beneath the water.

He froze, his blood turning to ice. The ripples grew larger, and then, with an eruption of water, Ishida broke the surface.

Kazuki stumbled backward, his mouth falling open in disbelief. The chains were gone, the weights missing. Ishida, soaking wet and gagged, clawed his way onto the dock, his eyes blazing with fury.

Kazuki staggered back. “No… no, this isn’t possible!”

Ishida lunged forward, and Kazuki stumbled, his foot catching on a loose plank. He fell hard onto the dock, his head cracking against the wood.

Before he could recover, Ishida was on him, his bound hands shoving Kazuki toward the edge.

“Wait - stop!” Kazuki screamed, clawing at the planks.

But Ishida gave one final shove, and Kazuki plunged into the icy water. The last thing he saw was Ishida standing above him, drenched, furious, and utterly unbroken.

The ocean claimed Kazuki without hesitation.

[mivalyn]

° • . Knot me up, please . • °

18+, mdni!

Alpha Hawks x omega male!reader

Cw: knotting, anal fingering, anal sex

!Requests are open!

Word count: 1,277

The Number Two Hero, Hawks, soared above the city as the last rays of the sun painted the skyline in hues of gold and crimson. It had been an unbearably long and taxing day, one filled with high-stakes missions and political meetings that drained every ounce of his energy. Yet, the thought of coming home to you, his Omega, his mate, was the one thing that kept him going. He longed for the simple comfort of shedding his boots, slipping into the familiarity of his home, and wrapping his wings around you, cocooning you in his love and warmth. The vision of holding you close, listening to your soft breaths as you nestled into him, was what had carried him through the grueling hours.

As he finally touched down on the balcony of your shared apartment, the weight on his shoulders lightened slightly. He opened the sliding glass door, and instantly, your scent flooded his senses. But something was different. The usual soothing sweetness of your pheromones was sharper now, richer, almost intoxicating. It struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Heat.

The realization made his heartbeat quicken, an urgency overtaking the fatigue in his body. He let his bag drop carelessly by the door, his boots abandoned mid-step as he moved toward the bedroom. His wings flared behind him instinctively, his body acting on pure instinct. When he pushed open the door, the sight before him stopped him in his tracks, his golden eyes softening with a mixture of affection and desire.

There you were, curled up in the center of the bed in one of his oversized shirts, clutching it tightly to your chest. Your face was flushed, your eyes glassy and filled with a need so palpable it pulled at every primal instinct within him. The sheets around you were tangled, evidence of restless hours spent trying to manage the unbearable ache coursing through your body. Seeing you like this, vulnerable and yearning, melted away every ounce of stress from his body and replaced it with an overwhelming need to comfort and protect you.

“Hey, baby,” Hawks said, his voice soft as he approached the bed. He lowered himself to sit beside you, his hand brushing tenderly through your hair. The small, needy whimper you let out at his touch sent a shiver down his spine. He hated that he hadn’t been there sooner.

“You should’ve called me,” he murmured, his eyes filled with concern and guilt. “How long have you been like this?”

“Since this morning…” you admitted, your voice trembling and thick with emotion. Tears glistened in your eyes as you clutched his shirt tighter, pressing it to your nose to inhale his scent. “I didn’t want to bother you. I know how busy you are…”

Hawks’ heart ached at your words. He leaned down to press a tender kiss to your forehead, his wings spreading wide before folding around you in a protective embrace. “You could never bother me, baby,” he whispered, pulling you gently into his lap. His strong arms encircled you, his warmth enveloping you completely. “You’re my priority. Always. I would’ve dropped everything the second I knew.”

You sniffled against his chest, your body trembling as the heat surged through you. The ache was unbearable, but his presence, his touch, offered a semblance of relief. Hawks’ hands moved to stroke your back, his fingers firm yet gentle, grounding you with every touch.

“It’s okay now,” he soothed, his voice low and calming. “I’m here, and I’m going to take care of you.”

You nodded weakly, your trust in him absolute. Hawks leaned back slightly, his hands moving to the hem of the shirt you wore. “Let’s get this off first, yeah?” he said softly. His golden eyes searched yours for permission, and when you gave a small nod, he carefully lifted the shirt over your head, revealing your flushed, trembling body. The cool air brushed against your skin, making you shiver, but Hawks was quick to fold his wings around you again, shielding you from the chill.

His hands explored your body with reverence, his touch both soothing and electrifying. When his fingers brushed against your cock, already hard and aching, you let out a shaky breath. He wrapped his hand around you, stroking slowly, his movements precise and unhurried.

“Let me help you,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as his other hand slid over your backside, his fingers finding your slick entrance. He pressed a finger inside, moving gently, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure that made you whimper and cling to him.

“More - please, Keigo,” you gasped, your voice breaking with desperation. Hawks’ heart clenched at the sound, his need to provide for you overriding everything else.

“Anything for you, baby,” he promised, adding a second finger. He worked you open carefully, his movements deliberate as he searched for that spot inside you that would make your body sing. When his fingers found your prostate, a choked cry escaped your lips, and your body arched against him.

It wasn’t long before the pleasure overwhelmed you. Your release spilled over his fingers, your body shuddering as waves of ecstasy washed over you. Hawks withdrew his fingers gently, bringing them to his lips to clean them with a playful smirk. But his eyes remained soft, filled with nothing but love and adoration as he looked at you.

He stood briefly, shedding his clothes with practiced ease. Each piece revealed more of his lean, muscular body, and your eyes drank in the sight of him. When he returned to the bed, he pulled you back into his lap, his hands steadying your hips.

“Now,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear, “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

He positioned himself at your entrance, his hands firm on your waist as he guided you down onto his cock. The stretch was slow and deliberate, his golden eyes watching your every reaction as he filled you completely. The fullness made you cry out, your hands clutching at his shoulders as he stilled to let you adjust.

When you gave a small nod, he began to move, lifting and lowering you on his cock with a steady rhythm. Each thrust hit deep, the pleasure overwhelming as you clung to him, your moans filling the room.

“K-Keigo - more, please,” you begged, your voice laced with desperation. “I want your knot - I need it.”

Hawks groaned at your words, his lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck as his movements quickened. “You’ll have it,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “You’ll have all of me.”

The sensation of his cock thickening inside you was almost too much, the stretch pushing you to the brink. Your climax hit like a tidal wave, your body tensing as pleasure tore through you. Hawks followed moments later, his knot locking him inside you as he spilled his release deep within you.

He held you close, his wings wrapped protectively around you as you both came down from the high. After a few moments, he carefully cleaned you up, his touch tender and reverent.

Once you were both settled back in bed, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. The steady beat of his heart and the warmth of his body lulled you into a peaceful sleep, safe and cherished in his embrace.

[mivalyn]

꒷꒦ Steamy relief ꒦꒷

18+, mdni!

Ghost x fem!reader

Cw: unprotected sex, smut

!Requests are open!

Word count: 1,177

It was raining heavily outside, when you finally stumbled through the door after a grueling shift at the hospital. The cold rain had seeped through every layer of clothing, clinging to your skin and sending chills down your spine. Your hair stuck to your face in damp tendrils, and your shoes squished uncomfortably with each step. The warm glow of your home felt like an oasis, but nothing compared to the sight of your boyfriend, Ghost, rushing toward you from the kitchen the moment he heard the door open.

“Hey,” you greeted him softly, your voice a little shaky as your teeth chattered. Water dripped from the hem of your coat onto the floor, forming a small puddle at your feet.

Ghost’s eyes immediately softened with concern as he took in your soaked state. Without a word, he grabbed a towel that had been casually thrown over the back of the sofa and wrapped it snugly around your shoulders. His large hands rubbed your arms gently through the towel, trying to coax some warmth back into you.

“You’re freezing,” he said, his voice laced with worry. “Come on, honey, let’s get these wet clothes off you. Would you like to take a warm shower right now?”

“Yes, that would be great,” you replied, your voice quivering slightly from the chill that had settled into your bones. “I’m freezing.”

Then, with a hopeful tilt of your head and the softest, most pleading eyes you could muster, you added, “Will you shower with me?”

Ghost’s lips curved into a smile, the kind that made your heart flutter no matter how many times you saw it. “Of course,” he said, his voice warm and reassuring. He could never resist your puppy-dog eyes, and you both knew it. “I’ll just finish up dinner real quick. You go ahead, undress, and wait for me in the bathroom. I’ll be right there.”

Before heading back to the kitchen, he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips lingered for just a moment, his presence grounding you after the whirlwind of your shift and the chaos of the storm outside.

You shuffled to the bathroom, your fingers fumbling as you peeled off your rain-soaked clothes. Each article hit the floor with a damp thud, and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief as you stood naked in the warm, steamy air of the bathroom. The thought of Ghost joining you made your heart beat a little faster, a flicker of anticipation warming you from the inside out.

It wasn’t long before the door creaked open behind you. You turned to see him stepping in, his expression softening further as his gaze swept over you. He didn’t say a word, just began unbuttoning his shirt, his movements slow and deliberate. His body, sculpted by years of training and hard work, was a sight you never tired of. His broad shoulders, defined chest, and rippling abs were enough to make your mouth water.

You bit your lip, unable to hide the way your eyes lingered on him. He noticed, of course - he always did. A knowing smirk tugged at his lips as he teased, “You must like what you see.”

“Oh, I do,” you replied with a playful glint in your eye. “But I know it gets even better. I love your broad thighs... and that big, uncut cock of yours the most.”

His chuckle was low and rich, sending a thrill down your spine. “Good to know,” he murmured, kicking off the last of his clothes. “Come on, let’s get in the shower. You need to warm up... and I think I can help with that.”

The heat in his voice was unmistakable, and it made your pulse quicken. He guided you under the shower’s warm spray, his hands steadying you as the water cascaded over your chilled skin. The warmth was instant relief, but it was nothing compared to the way his touch felt as he reached for the soap and a washcloth.

Ghost moved with purpose, his hands gentle yet firm as he lathered the soap and began washing you. His fingers brushed over your shoulders, your arms, and your back with care, but when he moved lower, his pace slowed. When his hands found your pussy, his touch became deliberate, his fingers teasing your folds while his thumb pressed lightly against your clit.

“You’re so ready for me, baby,” he said, his voice rough with desire. He lifted you effortlessly, his strong hands gripping your thighs as he pulled you against him. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed, his deep voice sending shivers through you.

You did as he said, your arms wrapping around his neck as you felt the tip of his cock press against your entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside, stretching you inch by inch until he was fully seated within you. The sensation was overwhelming, your body arching as you gasped his name.

Ghost began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, each one sending sparks of pleasure through you. His lips found yours in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he poured all his love and passion into the moment. He shifted his angle slightly, and the next thrust had you crying out as he hit your g-spot perfectly.

Your moans grew louder, echoing off the tiled walls as he quickened his pace. The pressure building inside you was unbearable, and you clung to him desperately, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you chased your release.

“Come for me, baby,” he murmured against your ear, his voice thick with need.

And you did. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you trembling in his arms. Ghost followed moments later, his pace faltering as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock throbbing as he spilled into you.

He held you close as you both came down from your highs, his hands stroking your back soothingly as he kissed your temple. After a few moments, he gently pulled out, his cum dripping from you in a way that made you blush. Ever the caretaker, he cleaned you up, his touch tender as he made sure you were comfortable.

He carried you out of the shower, drying you off with the same care before dressing you in soft, warm clothes. His own towel hung loosely around his hips as he led you to the kitchen, where dinner was waiting.

As the two of you sat at the table, eating the meal he’d prepared, you couldn’t help but smirk. “We should shower together more often,” you said, your tone light and teasing as you winked at him.

Ghost chuckled, his lips quirking into that familiar smile that made your heart flutter. “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice warm and sincere. “We definitely should.”

You both laughed softly before returning to your meal, the unspoken bond between you stronger than ever. It was just another moment in your life together, filled with love, intimacy, and quiet joy.

[mivalyn]

☆ Tension unraveled ☆

18+, mdni!

Ghost x fem!reader

Cw: unprotected sex, fingering, smut

Word count: 1,392

!!!Requests are open!!!

After a long and grueling mission, all you wanted was peace and quiet. The kind that felt impossible to find in the chaos of base life with Task Force 141. The shower seemed like a good start, something to help you wash off the sweat, dirt, and tension that clung to you like a second skin. You slipped into the steaming water, letting it cascade over your sore muscles, your head leaning against the cool tiles as the adrenaline from the mission faded.

But when you stepped out and toweled off, you realized the tension wasn't gone. Not entirely. Something still coiled tight in your chest, thrumming low in your core. Maybe it was the stress, the close calls, or just the lingering adrenaline-but you were determined to do something about it tonight.

Sliding into an oversized shirt and a pair of simple panties, you made your way to the bed. The room was dimly lit, the faint hum of activity outside your door just background noise. As you reached into your nightstand and pulled out your vibrator, you already felt a flicker of relief-anticipation winding in your stomach as you settled against the pillows. Tonight, you weren't just unwinding. You were taking control.

As the vibrator hummed to life, you let your body relax, your legs falling apart as you teased yourself through the thin fabric of your underwear. The buzz against your sensitive skin drew a soft moan from your lips, and you slipped the panties off, tossing them carelessly to the floor. Sliding the toy between your folds, you sighed deeply, closing your eyes and letting the pleasure build slowly.

You were so lost in the sensations - the vibrations, the way your hips moved instinctively against the toy - that you didn't notice the faint sound of footsteps just outside your door.

Ghost had been on his way to his own room, intending to grab some sleep, but something stopped him. Maybe it was the faint moan he thought he'd imagined, or maybe it was curiosity. Whatever it was, it drew him closer to your door.

The sight through the slightly ajar door made him stop in his tracks.

There you were, sprawled on your bed, your legs spread wide, your head thrown back in bliss as your vibrator worked slowly inside you. The oversized shirt you wore had ridden up, leaving you completely bare to his view, the toy glistening with your arousal as you moved it in and out with deliberate, lazy strokes.

Ghost felt his pulse quicken, heat rushing through his body as a primal urge overtook him. His cock stirred against his combat pants, hardening at the sight of you. You were so lost in your own world, so vulnerable, and all he could think about was how desperately he wanted to replace that vibrator with his fingers, his tongue - his cock.

Unable to stop himself, he leaned forward, his gloved hand lightly brushing the door as he pushed it open just a fraction more. But that tiny sound - the door creaking - snapped you out of your trance.

Your eyes darted to the door, your breath catching as you saw him standing there, his tall figure shadowed by the dim light of the hallway. For a moment, you both froze. His gaze locked onto yours, his dark eyes betraying the lust that simmered beneath his otherwise stoic mask.

"I - uh - didn't mean to..." he stammered, an unusual crack in his composed demeanor. His cheeks flushed slightly, but there was no hiding the hunger in his gaze as his eyes drifted back to your exposed body.

Your lips curled into a wicked smile. "Ghost," you said softly, teasingly, "are you just going to stand there, or are you planning to help me out?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, the embarrassment melting into something darker, something more dangerous. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

"You cheeky little minx," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver through your body. "Do you have any idea what you're asking for?"

Your smirk widened as you leaned back against the pillows, your legs still shamelessly spread. "Not really," you admitted, your tone dripping with challenge, "but I'm more than willing to find out."

That was all the invitation he needed. Ghost crossed the room in long, deliberate strides, his intense gaze never leaving yours. The way he looked at you made your heart race, anticipation coiling tightly in your stomach. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between your legs as his large hands slid up your thighs, spreading you even wider.

His hand moved to yours, stopping your slow motions with the vibrator. "Let me handle this," he said in a low, commanding tone. You let go, and he pulled the toy out of you, his movements slow and deliberate. He studied it for a moment before his eyes returned to your slick folds, glistening and ready for him.

"You taste as good as you look, don't you?" he muttered, more to himself than to you. His lips curled into a predatory grin as he leaned down, his hot breath brushing against your most sensitive spot.

The first swipe of his tongue against your clit sent a jolt through your body, and you let out a shaky moan. He chuckled against you, the vibration teasing your skin. "So sensitive already," he murmured before diving back in, his tongue swirling and flicking in ways that made your head spin.

You gasped when he slid a finger inside you, his thick digit stretching you just enough to make you arch off the bed. He worked it slowly, curling it upward to hit that perfect spot, his tongue never ceasing its assault on your clit.

When he added a second finger, you couldn't hold back the stream of moans that spilled from your lips. Your hips moved against his hand, chasing the pleasure as his pace quickened.

"F-fuck, Ghost-"

His low groan in response vibrated through your core, and the sensation pushed you closer to the edge. "That's it," he growled, his voice rough and full of desire. "Come for me."

Your climax hit like a tidal wave, your entire body trembling as he coaxed you through it, his fingers and tongue unrelenting until you were gasping for breath.

When he finally pulled away, he licked his fingers clean, his dark eyes locked onto yours. "We're not done yet," he said, his tone promising so much more. He stripped off his clothes, revealing a body honed from years of combat and discipline. His cock stood hard and proud, the tip glistening with pre-cum as he climbed back over you.

He climbed back on top of you, removed your oversized shirt, and gazed appreciatively at your exposed body. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, gently pinching and rolling one of your nipples between his fingers. His mouth then descended, and he began to suckle your other nipple, cupping your breast from below. He alternated his attentions, lavishing kisses and caresses on your sensitive peaks.

"Do you feel that?" he murmured then, his cock brushing against your slick entrance as he leaned down to kiss you, his tongue claiming yours in a fierce, dominating kiss. "That's all for you."

And when he finally pushed inside, filling you completely, you couldn't hold back the cry that escaped your lips. The way he moved - slow, deliberate, hitting every spot that made you see stars - left you trembling beneath him.

"Mine," he growled against your neck as his pace quickened, his thrusts deep and relentless. "You're mine."

The way he claimed you - body, soul, and everything in between - left no room for doubt. As you both reached your peak together, his release filling you with warmth, you knew this wouldn't be the last time he showed you exactly how he'd take care of you.

And as you lay in his arms afterward, your head resting against his chest, his possessive grip around your waist, you couldn't help but smile.

"You'll never need that toy again," he murmured, his voice low and firm. "If you're ever tense, you come to me. Understood?"

"Understood," you whispered, closing your eyes as sleep pulled you under, safe and sated in his arms.

[mivalyn]

♡ His to command ♡

18+, mdni!

König x fem!reader (contains smut)

Word count: 1,912

You had quickly made a name for yourself in KorTac, your sniper skills earning the respect of even the most seasoned operatives. Precision, discipline, and a cool head under presure were your trademarks. You prided yourself on keeping things professional, always putting the mission first. Yet, there was one man who consistently disrupted your focus - König.

König was unlike anyone you´d ever worked with. Tall, broad-shouldered, and exuding a quiet authority, his commanding presence made it impossible to ignore him. With every step he took, the room seemed to shrink around him. His voice, deep and resonant, always carried the weight of someone used to giving orders. Oftel laced with a heavy German accent, his words carried an edge that made everything he said feel more pointed, more deliberate.

While the others in the team found him intimidating, you felt something else entirely: intrigue. He wasn't just a leader in the field-he was something more, someone who commanded not only respect but curiosity. And your curiosity had grown over the past few months of working with him. Your interactions started out as professional, respectful nods exchanged after successful missions, but over time, your conversations became more personal. It was in the way König would offer you his thoughts after missions - his sharp, almost clinical perspective softened by quiet moments of humor.

And then there was the way he looked at you. A glance that seemed to last just a moment too long. And his protection - always keeping an eye on you, his movements always ensuring your safety, even when you didn't need it. The gesture had started to feel personal, not just professional. It was a subtle kind of dominance, gentle yet commanding, and it made your pulse quicken whenever he was near.

It had been building for weeks. The unspoken tension between you and him, simmering just below the surface, was becoming impossible to ignore. Tonight, it would finally reach its breaking point.

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You lay stretched out on your bed, the rare quiet of your quarters enveloping you. A book rested on your lap, though your attention kept drifting away from the pages. It was a luxury to have a day off - free from missions and responsibilities, and you intended to enjoy it. For once, there were no gunfire or the constant hum of tactical planning. Just peace.

That peace was abruptly shattered when your door swung open, and you looked up, startled, to see König standing in the doorway. His posture was stiff, as if he had just walked off the battlefield. He was still dressed in his combat gear, his gloves in one hand, his rifle slung across his back. His expression was grim, jaw clenched, and his normally composed demeanor was frayed, something darker simmering beneath the surface.

"König?" you asked, sitting up, your book forgotten.

He didn't respond at first. The door clicked shut behind him, and the heavy thud of his boots echoed through the room as he crossed toward you. Without a word, he dropped his gear in a pile against the wall. The action was deliberate, as though he had purposefully entered with an urgency that could not be ignored.

He ran a hand through his dark hair, a silent sigh escaping from his lips. His broad shoulders were tense, and you noticed the subtle shift in his stance - the subtle power that radiated from him as he stood in front of you.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low, rough around the edges. "Komm her, Liebling." The words slipped from his lips like velvet, yet the command behind them was unmistakable.

The effect of hearing the German endearment sent a thrill through you, your heart skipping a beat. You hesitated only for a moment, before rising from the bed to approach him.

As you came within reach, König´s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with surprising gentleness for a man of his size and strength. But there was no mistaking the force in his pull as he yanked you closer, his chest pressing against yours. His lips crashed onto yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was fierce, raw, and possessive, leaving no room for hesitation. It was as if he had been holding back for far too long, and now he couldn't stop.

When he finally pulled back, his breath was heavy against your skin. His lips hovered near your ear as he whispered, the words thick with his accent. "Ich brauche dich, Y/N," he murmured, his voice rough, filled with hunger. "I can't wait any longer."

The rawness of his words sent a jolt of heat through your veins. But you didn't flinch. Instead, your lips curled into a confident smile. "Then don't," you whispered back, your voice steady but laden with anticipation.

König´s eyes darkened, his pupils dilating as his hands moved with purpose. In one fluid motion, he shoved you backward onto the bed, his powerful frame pinning you beneath him. His hands were all over you, sliding under your shirt, pulling it off with quick efficiency, as though time were suddenly a luxury you couldn't afford.

"You drive me verrückt," he growled, his German accent thick as he straddled you. "Do you know that?"

You let out a low laugh, your hands sliding over his muscular chest. "I might have an idea," you teased, a glint of mischief in your eyes.

King smirked darkly, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "Freches Mädchen," he muttered, his voice both scolding and affectionate.

His movements were slow, deliberate, savoring each inch of skin as he revealed you, inch by inch. When you were completely bare before him, he paused for a moment, his gaze scanning your body with a reverence that made you shiver.

"So schön," he murmured, his voice low with awe. The words sounded like a prayer as they slipped from his lips, his German accent making them sound even more intimate.

You met his gaze with unwavering confidence. "Then show me," you challenged, your voice sultry, daring him.

His eyes darkened, a predatory smirk curling at the corner of his lips. "Oh, Liebling," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you again, this time slower, deeper. "I'll do much more than show you."

His hands moved between your thighs, finding you already wet with anticipation. A low growl rumbled in his chest as his fingers circled you, his touch skilled, deliberate. "So eager for me already," he whispered, his accent making the words drip with dark promise.

Your breath caught as his fingers slipped inside you, the sensation sending a ripple of pleasure through your body. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "Let me hear you."

His pace quickened, and soon you were arching your back, your body responding to his touch in ways that left you breathless. When you finally came, it was like a tidal wave crashing over you, and you trembled beneath him as you tried to regain control.

König removed his fingers slowly, bringing them to his lips and savoring the taste. "You taste so damn good," he groaned. But he wasn't finished. He lowered himself between you legs, his mouth following his hands as he tasted you. His tongue worked over you with precise skill, each stroke drawing another breathless cry from your lips.

"König," you gasped, your fingers threading into his hair as your body tensed with another approaching orgasm.

When he rose again, his lips glistening with your arousal, his eyes were dark with desire. "Are you ready for me, mein Schatz?" he asked, his voice thick with longing.

Your lips curled into a sultry smile. "Always," you whispered.

Without another word, König positioned himself between your thighs, his cock hard and ready, and with one swift motion, he entered you. The sensation was overwhelming, the sheer force of his thrust stealing your breath. You gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders as he set a brutal pace, each thrust deep and purposeful.

"Verdammt," King growled, his hips slamming into yours. "You feel so good, Y/N. So perfect."

Every inch of him seemed to claim you, and your body responded eagerly to his touch. The room was filled with the sound of your bodies colliding, the rhythm of your coupling synchronized with the primal energy between you.

As his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive ring of your ass, you gasped. "Do you like that, Liebling?" he teased, his voice dark and full of intent.

"Yes," you moaned, your body trembling with each motion.

King smirked, pressing a finger against your tight entrance before easing it inside. The sensation of dual penetration was overwhelming, and you cried out, your body writhing beneath him as you teetered on the edge.

"I will claim every inch of you today," King whispered in your ear, his voice a growl of need.

The intensity of his words sent a shiver of anticipation through you, and you surrendered completely, your body on fire as he took you to new heights.

Hours passed, the night stretching on as King kept his promise, exploring every part of you with unrelenting passion. When you finally collapsed together, your bodies slick with sweat and your breaths coming in heavy, uneven gasps, you felt a profound sense of exhaustion, mixed with the deep satisfaction of a night unlike any other. Your body ached in the best way possible, each muscle pleasantly sore from the intensity of their connection. You could barely move, but there was something about being in König's arms that made you feel safe, as if nothing else mattered in the world.

König, too, seemed spent, his chest rising and falling with each breath, but he didn't let go of you. He pulled you into his arms, his large hand stroking your back with a tenderness that contrasted with the force of your lovemaking just moments before. You nestled closer to him, yourr head resting against his broad chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. The comfort of his presence enveloped you, and for the first time in a long while, you felt completely at peace.

His voice, still deep and resonant, broke the silence. "You're mine," he whispered softly, the words a quiet declaration, though the possessiveness in them was unmistakable. "Mein Schatz."

You smiled against his skin, your hand tracing patterns on his chest as you looked up at him. You could feel the weight of his words, the depth of his feelings wrapped in the simple phrase. "Always," you whispered, your voice full of warmth, you fingers gently tracing the curve of his jaw.

The bond you shared felt irrevocable now, something solid and unbreakable. In the stillness of the room, you found yourself wrapped in his strength, not just physically but emotionally. It was a rare feeling for someone like you - so used to being in control, to relying only on yourself - but with him, you didn't need to be anything but yoursel. You were no longer just an operative in a world of danger; you were his, and he was yours.

You both lay there for a long while, basking in the afterglow, the world outside fading into insignificance. Even in the quiet, You knew that nothing would ever be the same again between you. This was more than a moment of passion - it was a shift in your relationship, one that went beyond the mission and the shared battlefield.

[mivalyn]

✧.* A hand to hold ✧.* (König x panic attack fem! reader)

Y/N was always in control. Every action she performed, every word she said, was thought out and intentional. She carried herself with a cool, stable presence - either in the very center of a firefight or through the tension of a tactical briefing. To her KorTac teammates, she was consistent, sharp, and unshakeable.

But no one ever questioned the price of that composure. They did not see the cracks way beneath, the weight she silently carried. There wasn't a single flaw in the mask she wore, but that didn't make it invincible.

And tonight, it was breaking.

The debrief had started like any other. A clinical breakdown of the mission, what had gone well, what could have been done differently. But when her commanding officer critiqued her decision during the mission - "An alternative approach might have reduced civilian casualties" - it cut deeper than it should have.

She'd known. She'd been replaying the scene in her mind since they left the field. The faces of the people she couldn't save, the desperate screams, the silence that followed. She'd done everything she could, but it hadn't been enough. And now her CO's words only confirmed what her mind had been screaming since the mission ended: You failed.

By the time it was over, her chest was tight, her body coiled, ready to spring. She slipped out of the room quickly, footsteps brisk, head down. She ignored her teammates' hellos, their concerned eyes. Her breath quickened as she moved through the corridors, her mind spinning faster with each step.

They'll see. Keep it together. Not here. Not now.

She couldn't go to her quarters-not when it felt like the walls were closing in. Her feet carried her to the cellar, a place she hadn't consciously chosen. It was the bottom level of the base, used for little other than storage. It was cold and quiet and dimly lit.

She pushed through the door and stumbled down the stairs, her legs weak beneath her. The weight in her chest was unbearable by the time she reached the concrete floor. She pressed her back against a stack of crates and slid down to sit on the floor.

She drew her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms tightly around them. She buried her face in her arms and willed the storm inside her to pass. But it didn't.

Her breathing turned into short, shallow gasps, her lungs unable to pull in enough oxygen. The room grew smaller, the walls closing in on all sides. Her chest constricted even further, her heart pounding against her ribs. Her hands shook uncontrollably, nails digging into her arms with an attempt at grounding herself.

You're weak. You're not good enough. They'll see you like this, and they'll leave you behind.

She pressed her forehead to her knees, trying to silence the spiral of thoughts, but it was like a dam breaking-years of guilt and fear and pressure pouring through all at once. Her hands moved to her temples, gripping her head as though she could physically stop her mind from racing.

Her throat constricted, her breathing quickening, ragged, and irregular. The more she tried to steady them, the more her body fought her. She fisted her hands, digging her nails into her palms, praying the pain would take her mind off it. It didn't.

It felt like drowning.

Her vision blurred and black dots danced at the edges of her sight. The cold of the concrete seeped into her, but it wasn't enough to pull her back. Her thoughts spiraled, louder and louder, drowning out the faint hum of machinery and the distant murmurs of the base.

She didn't hear the footsteps until they were close.

"Y/N?"

Her head jerked up; her sight was blurry with tears that would not fall. She blinked to settle her vision and made out a figure standing in the doorway, in a silhouette against the dim light from the stairwell. It took a moment for her brain to register who this could be. König.  

Her stomach plummeted. Of all the people who might find her, why did it have to be him?

“Go away,” she croaked, her voice hoarse and trembling. She turned her face away, her body curling inward again. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.” His voice was calm, steady.

She clenched her fists tighter, her body trembling as another wave of panic threatened to pull her under. “I said leave!” she snapped, her voice breaking on the last word. “I don’t need to be fixed!”

König didn’t leave. He took a step closer, his boots heavy against the concrete, but stopped a few feet away. He knelt slowly, his towering frame lowering to her level.

“I’m not here to fix you,” he said quietly. “I’m here to make sure you’re not alone.”

His voice cut through the storm, a tenuous lifeline amidst the chaos. She turned a denial, her face pressed into her knees. "You don't understand," she mumbled, her voice muffled and weak. "Anyone who sees me like this. You see me like this. They‘ll think I'm weak."

"No," König said with a firm voice. "They won't.

"You don't understand!" Her voice rose, shaking and strained. Tears were spilling freely now, hot against her cheeks. "If they see me like this, they'll think I can't handle it. That I don't belong here."

"That's not true."  

"You don't know what it's like!" she yelled back, her voice cracking. She actually gasped for breath, her chest heaving, the panic clawing at her again.  

"I do," König said softly.

She froze, her breathing still ragged. Slowly, she lifted her head, her red-rimmed eyes meeting his.

“I know what it’s like to feel like you’re drowning,” he continued, his voice steady but quiet. “To want to disappear because the storm in your head won’t stop. I’ve felt it too.”

Her gaze searched his face, desperate for any sign of a lie. But there was none.

"You think this mask I wear is just for the battlefield?" He motioned faintly to the hood resting around his shoulders. "It's not. Sometimes it's easier to hide behind it than to let people see what's underneath."

Her breathing hitched, her tears slowing as she clung to his words.

"You're not weak, Y/N," he said firmly. "You're human. And you don't have to face this alone."

She gave a choked sob, and her shoulders shook. "I… I don't know how to stop it."

"You don't have to stop it all at once," König said, grounding. "Just start with me. Breathe with me. Can you try?"

She was hesitant, trembling in her body. "I've tried before," she whispered. "It doesn't work -"

"It will," he said, in a calm, certain voice. "Just look at me. Focus on my breathing. You don't have to do this alone."

For the first time, she let herself take in the sight of him fully. His pale blue eyes were steady, unwavering-an anchor in all the chaos. Slowly, painfully, she matched her breaths to his, though they hitched and broke several times.

"That's good," König muttered. "Again. In through your nose. One… two… three. Out through your mouth. One… two… three."

The minutes ticked by, but the storm inside her slowly muffled, the tension in her chest slowly releasing. Finally, after so many minutes, her breaths evened out. Her body slumped in exhaustion, and she wiped at her face with shaking palms. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Thank you."

König said nothing. He remained as he had been, cross-legged on the cold floor. There was something calm, unyielding about his presence—a silent reassurance that she was not alone.

And for the first time in years, Y/N let herself believe it.

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[mivalyn]

❆ Hold on tight ❆ (John "Soap" MacTavish x hypothermic fem!reader)

The mission had gone flawlessly, but victory had come at a heavy cost. Fot three grueling days, Y/N and her team had maneuvered through enemy territory, completing their objectives with military percision. The enemy was relentless, and there had been barely any respite during those long hours. Now, as they trudged through the dense, snow covered forest toward the extraction point, the harsh toll of their ordeal was beginning to show. The weight of exhaustion hung over them like a shadow, their limbs heavy and their minds dulled by the constant vigilance needed to survive.

The sky above was a dull, oppressive gray, its clouds swirling with dark promises of a coming strom. Snowflakes spiraled lazily down, at first a gentle flurry, but soon picking up speed, whirling through the air like vengeful specters. The bitter wind stung their skin, cutting through every layer of tactical gear they wore. The cold wasn´t just uncomfortable - it was debilitating, sapping what little strenght remained in their weary bodies.

Captain Price led the group, his steps steady but measured, his experience and years in the field allowing him to remain calm under pressure. His sharp eyes scanned the dense woods, ever on alert for any sign of danger, despite the exhaustion that had begun to settle into his bones. Gaz moved just behind him, his rifle always at the ready, his eyes constantly darting between the trees and his teammates. Soap lingered near the back, his gaze more focused on Y/N than anything else. She was lagging behind - a rare sight for someone as resilient as her. She had always been a pillar of strenght, someone who could push through any situation. But today, there was something different in her stride, something Soap couldn´t shake off. Ghost brought up the rear, his silent presence a constant source of reassurance.

"Y/N, you alright back there?" Soap called, his usual cheer missing from his voice. Concern lingered beneath the words, though he tried to keep it hidden. The wind carried his voice, but Y/N´s response came in a faint murmur.

"I´m fine," she replied, but the words lacked their ususal conviction. Her head hung low, her steps slower than normal, the weight of fatigue dragging at her. "We´re almost there."

Soap´s brow furrowed. He could feel the shift in her energy, a subtle but undeniable change. She was usually the one who kept the group on track, the one who never fell behind. But now, she was struggling. He slowed his pace to fall in beside her, his gaze never leaving her form. There was something off - something he couldn´t quiet put his finger on. Her movements were stiff, almost mechanical, and her breath came in shallow gasps. Soap had seen exhaustion take down men and women, but this was different. This wasn´t just fatigue.

Suddenly, Ghost´s low voice cut through the tension, his observation calm but chilling. "She´s moving slower," he said, his tone sharp with concern. "She´s cold - too cold."

Soap´s heart skipped a beat. He glanced at her, seein the faint tremor in her shoulders, the tightnessin her movements. Her skin was pale beneath the layers of her gear, her gloved hands gripping her rifle too tightly, as though trying to hold onto something, anything, to keep her grounded.

"Y/N, talk to me," Soap said, his voice softer now. He reached out, his hand brushing lightly against her shoulder. "Are you sure you´re alright? No shamein taking a break."

She met his eyes, but the usual spark in her gaze was gone. Instead, there was something distant, almost empty. "I´m fine," she repeated, but there was a fragility in her voice now. A crack that Soap couldn´t ignore.

The snow began to fall faster, the wind biting even harder as it whipped through the trees, stinging their faces. The cold had started to penetrate their clothing numbing their skin, seeping into their bones. Soap´s concern deepened. He could feel now - something was terribly wrong. Y/N´s pace had slowed even further, each step heavier than the last. Her breath was shallow, ragged. The world aroud them seemed to blur, the cold and snow making it harder to focus on anything but her.

"Bloody hell," Soap muttered, his heart hammering in his chest as he stepped closer to her. Her movements were becoming sluggish, her face growing increasingly pale. He watched in horror as her legs wavered, the strenght draining from them. She was swaying, struggling to stay upright. And then, whithout warning, her boot caught on a root, and she stumbled.

Soap was there in an instant, his arms outstretched to catch her before she hit the ground. "Y/N!" His voice was sharp, filled with panic as she sagged against him, her legs buckling completly. He could feel the cold emanating from her like a freezing wave. It was too much, fartoo much.

"I´m... just tired," she murmured weakly, slurring her words as though every syllable required an immense effort.

"No," Soap snapped, his voice sharp with urgency. He gently cupped her face, trying to focus her blurry eyes in him. "That´s not tired. That´s hypothermia. Y/N, you need to stay awake. You need to stay with me."

"Y/N!"Soap shouted, turning his head to look at the others, his panic rising. "We´ve got a problem. She needs help now!"

Captain Price and Gaz turned sharply, their faces hardening at the sight of Y/N´s near collapse. Ghost was already moving, his practiced hands swiftly pulling Y/N into his arms. Her head lolled weakly against his chest, and Soap´s stomach clenched at the sight of her - she was barely holding on.

Price cursed under his breath. "We can´t wait here. She won´t make it until extraction. Soap, Ghost, get her to cover. Gaz, with me. We´ll secure the area."

Without hesitation, Ghost knelt and lifted Y/N into his arms as though she weighted nothing. Soap quickly grabbed her pack and scanned the area, desperate for any kind of shelter. A dense cluster of pines loomed nearby, their thick trunks offering a small chance of reprieve from the raging wind. Ghost carried her there, carefully setting her down against the thick bark of a tree while Soap moved to start a fire.

The wind howled around them, the snow falling in a suffocating veil, but Soap worked quickly, his hands numb from the cold as he fumbled with his flint. He couldn´t afford to waste any more time.

"Stay with us, Y/N," Soap murmured softly, his voice urgent but still gentle as he struck the flint again, his breath misting in the freezing air. "You´re tougher than this. Don´t make me drag you all the way back."

Ghost, kneeling beside her, stared intently at her face, his sharp eyes assessing her condition. His voice was calm, but it carried an edge of cold truth. "She´s not quitting, but she´s freezing to death."

Soap felt his chest tighten. Every second felt like eternity. He needed to do something - anything - to bring her back.

The fire finally sparked, casting warm light into the bleak night. Gaz appeared then, his hand shaking as he wrapped an emergency thermal blanket around Y/N´s fragile form, carefully tucking it around her shaking body. Soap crouched beside her, his gloved hands rubbing her arms, trying to bring back some warmth.

"C´mon, lass," Soap urged, his voice now firm but laced with concern. "You´ve got more fight in you than this. Don´t let this damn snow win."

Her lips parted, her breath shallow as she whispered. Soap leaned closer, starining to hear. "Cold..."

"Aye," he replied, forcing a small grin despite the tightness in his chest. "It´s cold, but you´re not going down like this. Ghost and I didn´t drag you through hell just for a little snow to take you out."

Ghost adjusted the blanket, making sure she was covered properly. "She needs body heat," he said, his voice calm but insistent. "Soap, you´re better at this."

Without hesitation, Soap settled beside her, pulling her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. Her head rested limply against his shoulder, her body ice-cold against his chest. He could feel every inch of her shivering form, and it sent a sharp pang of fear through him.

"Gaz, stoke that fire," Soap barked, his voice tight with worry. "Captain, how far´s the chopper?"

"Five minutes out," Price answered sharply, his voice hard with determination.

Soap leaned close, his breath warm against her ear. "Hear that, Y/N? Five minutes. You just need to hold on for five more minutes."

Her eyelids fluttered, her gaze unfocused, and she whispered his name, "Soap..."

He squeezed her tighter, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of her voice, weak though it was. "You´re a terrible liar," he teased softly, the relief washing over him like a wave. "But we´ll work on that later."

The rhythmic thrum of the helipocter´s rotors began to cut through the strom, drawing closer with every passing second. Soap´s grip on Y/N tightened, his body acting as a shild against the cold. Ghost stayed close, his rifle at the ready, ever watchful.

When the helicopter finally touched down, the medics rushed forward, carefully lifting Y/N from Soap´s arms. They wrapped her in heated blankets, checking her vitals, but Soap refused to let go of her hand as they moved her toward the chopper. He climbed in beside her, still gripping her hand as if letting go would make her slip away. The medics worked quickly, but Soap´s eyes never left her face. Her features were still pale, her breath shallow, but the faintest pulse of life lingered there. He couldn´t bring himself to look away from her.

"You´re stuck with me now," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the helicopter blades. He forced a small grin, though his heart was pounding in his chest. "This isn´t how it ends, Y/N. Not like this."

Y/N´s lips twitched, her eyes fluttering open briefly. "Soap..." she whispered, her voice soft and raspy. There was something fragile anout her - something he´s never seen before. For all her strenght, her resilience, she had never seemed so vulnerable.

"I´m right her," Soap replied, squeezing her hand gently. The moment felt like it stretched on forever, the hum of the chopper´s engines surrounding them like a barrier against the cold, against everything outside that could threaten them.

Ghost climed into the chopper after them, his usual expression unreadable, but Soap could see the rare flicker of something softer in his eyes. The man was always in control, but this - this was different. He had seen Y/N in worse situations, had always her to bounce back, but there was something about her now that put even Ghost on edge.

Price and Gaz were already inside, their focus trained on the exterior as they prepared to leave the storm behind them. Soap´s focus remaind entirely on Y/N, watching as the continued to monitor her, checking her pulse, adjusting her temperature. The atmosphere inside the helicopter felt strangely tense, as though they were all holding their breath, concerned about Y/N.

As the chopper lifted off, breaking through the clouds and into the open skies, Soap couldn´t help but steal glances at Y/N. He couldn´t shake the images of her collapsing in hi arms, her body so cold it felt as though he was holding onto a lifeless shell. He knew he had to stay strong - he had to stay focused - but something in him shifted. Maybe it was the way she looked at him with those hazy, exhausted eyes, or maybe it was the desperate hope he felt when she whispered his name. Either way, he couldn´t ignore it anymore.

His gaze remaind fixed on Y/N, watching as the medics worked over her, slowly bringing her temperature back up. The warmth of the chopper contrasted sharply with the bitter cold they´d just left behind, and he could already see the slow return of color to her cheeks. But that lingering fear - fear that he might lose her, that she might slip away despite everything they´d done - clung to him like a shadow.

He shifted closer, not caring that the medics were still attending to her. His hand remained firmly grasped in hers, not wanting to let go. It felt foolish to even think about it, but there was something about her that had drawn him in deeper than he’d ever expected. Her sharp wit, her relentless determination, the way she could take down an entire squad without blinking - it had always intrigued him, made him respect her. But this… this was something else.

Soap’s voice came out in a whisper, his words for her alone. “I don’t know if you can hear me right now, but… you’re more than just a teammate to me, Y/N.” His words felt raw, more honest than he had ever been with anyone. The way her fingers tightened slightly around his hand was enough to make him feel like he wasn’t entirely lost in the storm.

She shifted slightly, her eyelids flickering open again. This time, she met his gaze with something that wasn’t exhaustion or pain - there was a glimmer of recognition. It was faint, but it was there. The same glimmer that had always been present between them, the unspoken bond forged through countless battles together. But now, it felt different. Stronger. More fragile, maybe. “Soap…” Her voice was rough, but there was a small smile tugging at her lips. A weak, tentative smile, but it was enough to make his heart skip a beat. “Yeah, I’m here.” His grip on her hand tightened, almost like a lifeline. He leaned in closer, as if the distance between them could still make a difference. “You’re gonna be fine. We’re gonna get you back, Y/N.”

Her eyes fluttered closed again, but this time, Soap didn’t feel the same panic rising in his chest. The color had returned to her cheeks, and her breathing, though still shallow, seemed steadier now. For the first time since she’d collapsed, Soap allowed himself to relax just a little. She wasn’t out of the woods yet, but she was alive. She was fighting.

As the helicopter soared through the night, heading toward the safety of the extraction point, Soap kept vigil over Y/N. His mind was still racing, still replaying everything that had happened - the moment she’d collapsed, the coldness that had gripped her - but now, something new was taking root in his chest. It wasn’t just relief that he felt. It was something deeper, something he hadn’t been ready to admit before. But now, as he watched over her, something inside him clicked into place.

She had always been a force in his life, a driving presence, and now, as her pulse steadied under his hand, he knew that she had become something more than just a teammate. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but somewhere along the way, Soap had fallen in love with Y/N.

And he would be damned if he let her go now.

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