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[fanficbrainrot25]

I could see ocelot being a bit more gentle with his darling if he's to torture them, a lot more slow with it, gently prodding and poking at them with a needle, face a little too close to theirs, all while saying he loves them

after all once of his quotes is something along the lines of "interrogation is about quick, deliberate strokes of pyshocloigal warfare to get the information that's needed" and another one saying how the longer an interrogation goes on the more dangerous it is for both parties involved

You're giving me ideas... anon. It's dangerous to give me ideas.

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You had been trained for torture. Hell, you had been tortured—knives dug into your skin, unforgettable scars that you wish were only invisible. Never slipped a word to the enemy. And you've never wanted to, until now.

A man who trained you. A man who knows all your weaknesses. A man who until recently you thought had your best interests at heart.

Now you know the truth.

You want to beg for something, anything.

The way he is looking at you, like you're the opposition, the person he must crack. You already have. And you want out. But your pride keeps you quiet, your need to rebel and escape joining in.

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Prolonging it.

He's prolonging it, the bastard.

His facade has been built up meticulously. And you would have been fooled by it if it weren't for the tenderness of his actions.

He's giving you every chance to give in. Each taunt has a veil of forgiveness. Each touch is almost loving. All efforts to make you theirs.

'Come back to us.' It's what he wants. It's what they want.

Every action is commanding you to do that.

What are you but a soldier?

A cog in a machine that pushes you back in, tightening you to its parts, every time you try to wiggle out.

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+ bonus (lines he would say to his darling while interrogating them)

"We aren't something you can leave."

"Give us their locations, soldier. I would hate to ruin that pretty face of yours―mhm, but maybe I wouldn't."

"I can ruin a man with one bullet. But it's much more fun to do things the hard way. That's how you like it. Hard. Slow. Pain bordering on the cusp of pleasure."

"It'll never be over."

"How much can one person take? Are you as good as to handle pain from three men?"

[fanficbrainrot25]

hi! are you able to write a venom snake x fem reader nsfw alphabet or headcannons by any chance?

Venom Snake x Fem!reader NSFW Alphabet [MDNI]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like Venom would be pretty caring

Even if he fucked your brains out, he'd still take care of you

I can imagine him wiping you down with a scented towel, putting you into a calm state

Sometimes he'll have you wash up with him, helping you wipe yourself down

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands

He loves feeling you up with them

In terms of you, probably your breasts

Even in a non sexual setting, he loves resting his head on them, it puts him at peace in a way

(Which is definitely needs, afterall he's in charge of a PF)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I feel like he would be into come swallowing (either way)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Even if he won't admit it, he likes it when you're being bratty with him

He thinks it's cute when you talk back to him. It makes him want you more.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I'd say pretty decently

Since everyone thinks he's the one and only Big Boss (which he's come to believe himself), there no shortage of people wanting to get with him

Before you he'd occasionally sleep around, mostly to destress himself

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style 

That's it, thats all imma say

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's not really goofy outside of sex, so I don't think he would be during it either

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Grooms himself pretty well, more so now that he's with you

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not alot... 

He pushes that aspect down because he doesn't want to get too attached

And he thinks you shouldn't either

What if one of you dies? What then?

He has a whole army to take care of, if he loses someone he loves, then might mess him up a good while

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn't really have the time to, but when he does he'll do it quick

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He'd definitely be into choking

You can't tell me otherwise, this is "big boss" we're talking about here

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He'd prefer to do it in his quarters

Mostly because he doesn't want his other soliders knowing about you two

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you rock your hips back and forth

Or when you look at him a certain way, even if you don't mean to

Probably his biggest turn on his when he's sparring you

And gets you into a chokehold

He loves how you look, straining against his hold

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

PDA

Like I said earlier, he doesn't want other soliders knowing about you two

So if you try to show him affection publicly? Infront of other people? Huge turn off

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to give

Lapping at you, seeing you face contort in certain ways...

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough

He'll go easy if it gets too much for you, but then he'll be back at his usual pace again

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves a quickie

Especially in the bathrooms or lockerooms

He'll have you against the wall, muffling you with his hand so other don't hear

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Venom can be very risky sometimes

If you're on a mission with him, best believe he'll try to do something with you

Of course, he'll sometimes tap out of his codec, and Kaz and Ocelot already know about you two, so it doesn't take much to guess what he's up to...

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He could last for long

Maybe a few rounds, three being the most

After that he'll tire out to the point where he'll fall asleep

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nah, not really

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Most unfair man you'll ever meet

He'll tease and edge you to the brink of insanity

But he can't help it

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's trained himself to be quiet, only making a few grunts here and there

When he's close to an orgasm, he'll get louder, not realizing  that he's moaning out your name

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Venom thinks that no one knows about you two on mother base

But uh... yeah... they do

They're just too scared of the Boss to say anything

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

LARGE AND GRITHY 😋

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Semi-high

It really depends

On missions he'll (usually) focus well enough to do his job right

But if you're with him, his drive is absolutely higher

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends how much you two do

But he'll fall asleep pretty quickly

[fanficbrainrot25]

NSFW alphabet for Raiden, please?

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 (𝐌𝐆𝐒𝟐!𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧)

A/N: Writer's block was killing me, sorry for the wait.

Requested by: Anon

Pairing: MGS2!Raiden x Fem!Reader

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟒𝟏𝟒 (𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔)

⚠️CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, NSFW (obviously)

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⚡A >>> Aftercare⚡(what they're like after sex)

Raiden is of course the type to be very exhausted after sex. He would simply sleep it off or hang with you in bed. The guy's a simple man.

⚡B >>> Body part⚡(their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

On himself: his manhood; on you: titties and pussy

⚡C >>> Cum⚡(anything to do with cum, basically)

Raiden's cum is a bit strange, per say, being lightning bolt related. it would give you a slight shock that feels like a tickle when he's filling you up.

⚡D >>> Dirty secret⚡(pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Raiden's dirty secret is that he likes to be dominated by his partner, but obviously he's not going to say anything about it.

⚡E >>> Experience��(how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Experienced well enough and he knows what he's doing.

⚡F >>> Favorite position⚡(this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. Raiden loves seeing you ride his dick.

⚡G >>> Goofy⚡(are they more serious during the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's definitely not goofy, but he gets excited during the moment.

⚡H >>> Hair⚡(how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

The hair on his head is particularly the best, soft and fluffy. He for sure keeps himself in check for the hair on his private area and face, has them buttery smooth.

⚡I >>> Intimacy⚡(how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Without a doubt, he is the romantic person.

⚡J >>> Jack off⚡(masturbation headcanon)

Raiden only does it when he's alone in the shower, but not very often.

⚡K >>> Kink⚡(one or more of their kinks)

Biting and licking kinks, to himself and on you.

⚡L >>> Location⚡(favorite places to do the do)

10 times out of 10 he prefers the bedroom.

⚡M >>> Motivation⚡(what turns them on, what gets them going)

Charming and seductive women, which you happen to be both.

⚡N >>> No⚡(something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Asking him for or about wanting anal sex. He doesn't do that and it makes him ditch the arousal immediately.

⚡O >>> Oral⚡(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Has no preference and he's good with his tongue.

⚡P >>> Pace⚡(are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He goes slow and sensual. Come on, he wants you to enjoy the moment too.

⚡Q >>> Quickie⚡(their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Raiden rarely ever wants quickies.

⚡R >>> Risk⚡(are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Risks are fine with him, but he doesn't do them that often.

⚡S >>> Stamina⚡(how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Raiden can go for however long his partner can pleasure him.

⚡T >>> Toys⚡(do they own any toys? do they use them?)

He only says "yes" to the collar, prime example being those lust chains from Instagram.

⚡U >>> Unfair⚡(how much they like to tease)

He does teasing every now and then (see "Dirty Secrect" for more details).

⚡V >>> Volume⚡(how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Raiden's sometimes loud from overall enjoyment of the moment, but only does it to quiet himself down.

⚡W >>> Wild card⚡(a random headcanon for the character)

This did happen on a couple of occurances, but whenever Raiden cums, he will sometimes accidentely summon a lightning bolt from his cock due to losing control of himself. The rest of the city suffers from a blackout and it's his fault for a few of them.

⚡X >>> X-ray⚡(let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Cock length for this man is a little above average, 4.5 inches (11.43cm).

⚡Y >>> Yearning⚡(how high is their sex drive?)

Raiden's sex drive is about normal, though he craves for it during peaceful moments and while he's relaxing around the house.

⚡Z >>> Zzz⚡(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Either 5 minutes after or until you fall asleep. There is no inbetween.

[fanficbrainrot25]

hey diva… love your work you’re doing for the james sunderland girlies… we are a rare breed and im loving our representation. also saw you are looking to write for mgs and let me say… i am SO EXCITED RAAAA. would love to see some solid snake x reader during mgs2 smut 🙏 there is so much potential for angst with the whole double identity/fake dying and you slay the hell out of that.

anyway… thank you queen for your service ❤️

★ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 . . . 3.6k

★ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . . . request , complete. SOLID SNAKE ( DAVID ) X F!READER !! 18+ SMUT MDNI !!

★ 𝐂𝐖 . . . death . grieving/trying to move on . they are kind of mean to each other ? rough/angry sex . slapping p_rn with a little plot !

★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . omg diva :') i love you for this but i think i need to be sedated. this takes place after he fakes his death but before he helps raiden, if the context even matters ? idk don't ask me about mgs lore i'll start crying lmao

There was always a car parked outside your window, an unremarkable presence that somehow offered comfort—a silent sentinel ensuring your safety. Day after day, it lingered, a fixture of your life, almost as though it were watching over you in his stead. But today, for the first time, someone stepped out. You watched as a man exited the car, hesitated in the driveway, then straightened his coat and approached your porch.

A gentle knock echoed through the stillness, and with dread weighing down each step, you opened the door. The man before you was plain, almost forgettable. He wore a hat that cast shadows over his face, his gaze obscured behind thick glasses he adjusted with shaking fingers. He couldn’t look at you, eyes darting to the floor, as though seeking a way to soften the blow he was about to deliver. But you already knew. You could feel it—a familiar, creeping cold that began in your chest and spread like ice through your limbs.

“Ma’am, I'm sorry but...your fiancé is dead.”

The words were soft, like a whisper from another world, but they hit with brutal force, each syllable closing in around you like a vice. His words crashed against you, and in the hollow silence that followed, all you could hear was David’s voice echoing in your mind. How many times had he warned you, tried to push you away, his face grim and serious, telling you that loving him would come with risks you couldn’t yet fathom? You’d heard him, but you’d never truly listened. You’d been so sure that this wasn’t something you’d ever have to face—that the risk was part of who he was, not of who you were. He had been so insistent, as though trying to prepare you, in his own way, for the life that followed in his shadow.

You thought you could bear the long silences, the days and nights spent wondering where he was and whether he’d make it back to you in one piece. You thought the sacrifices were worth it, believing love could shield you from the reality of his work. But standing here now, with the weight of those words still settling over you, you finally understood the depth of the danger you’d dismissed, the gravity he’d tried so hard to make you see.

The world outside dulled into a low hum, and inside, the air thickened, pressing in from all sides. Your knees trembled as the walls seemed to close in around you. But before you could collapse, the man’s hands reached out to steady you, grounding you just enough to keep you on your feet.

"He was a hero."

Of course he was.

Time moved on around you, indifferent to the hollow ache in your chest. The seasons changed, the leaves turning, falling, and growing back again, but you hadn’t let him go. His side of the bed was always untouched, pillows fluffed and blankets smoothed, as though he’d walk in any moment, casting off his jacket and boots, filling the space with his warmth.

His clothes remained in the closet, his razor and toothbrush undisturbed in the bathroom. To you, it felt as if the world might have forgotten him, but you couldn’t, and even though your mother insisted it was time, you couldn’t bring yourself to remove your ring. To you, he was still yours, no matter what anyone else believed.

Eventually, at your mother’s urging and your friends’ encouragement, you tried to pick up the pieces. It wasn’t easy, but little by little, you let yourself imagine a future—one that didn’t hurt as much as the memories you held onto.

Tonight, after months of emptiness, you had finally agreed to a date. He was nice, polite, everything you might’ve wanted if you’d met him in another life, under different circumstances. And even though you’d forced yourself to smile and engage, trying to find a spark of something, your heart was still somewhere else, tangled up with someone who wasn’t coming back.

As he walked you to your porch, your date paused, his gaze lingering a bit too long, that expectant look in his eyes clear as he offered to stay the night. You hesitated, your hand on the doorknob, and smiled apologetically, murmuring a gentle, “Not tonight.” You leaned in to kiss him softly, hoping he’d take it for what it was—a polite goodnight and nothing more. He accepted it, albeit with a disappointed smile, and waved as he headed back down the steps.

Part of you wished he didn't. You couldn't help but to feel guilty, but it'd been so long since you felt the touch of another man. The sensation of feeling ravished, relentlessly. "I'm acting like a bitch in a heat." You muttered to yourself as you unlocked the door and stepped inside. The familiar quiet settling around you, a calm you hadn’t been able to recreate with anyone else. But then you froze, feeling a presence in the room.

There, sitting at the edge of the couch, looking like he’d just walked out of one of your dreams—or nightmares—was David. He watched you, a small, almost sheepish smile playing on his lips, and your heart slammed into your ribs. He looked tired, his clothes worn, his hair a bit longer than usual. And he was unmistakably, undeniably alive.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression hovering somewhere between amused and wounded. “So… nice date?”

As you stared, struggling to process the sight of him sitting there like a ghost brought to life, David’s hand shifted, revealing something small and gleaming between his fingers. Your engagement ring. The one you’d left tucked in a drawer after trying to let him go. He turned it idly in his hand, the light catching on the band as he ran his thumb over the smooth metal, almost absently. It was like he was testing the weight of it, feeling its significance without quite understanding it.

It was odd seeing David have such an attachment to it. He never wore his own, swore it was for your safety. Nobody could know that The Solid Snake had a tether to the earth, they'd kill you for it. It never bothered you much, especially after his assumed death you dramatically convinced yourself that, perhaps, your own death would've been kinder.

He shrugged, a small, almost cocky smile playing on his lips, and he held the ring up with a casual flick. “Didn’t expect to see you… moving on so fast.” He tried for humor, his tone light, almost teasing. “Guess I can’t blame you for needing a warm body around. You must’ve missed me.”

Seeing him holding that ring, the very symbol of the life and love you’d mourned, felt like a slap in itself. You took a shaky breath, heart pounding as the reality of it—the casualness, the nerve—sank in. Your shock turned to anger, and you clenched your fists at your sides.

Noticing your demeanor, David stepped closer. He reached out his hand and the anger that had been simmering finally erupted. Before he could touch you, your hand shot out, slapping him hard across the face. The sound echoed through the room, the sharpness of it as raw as the pain he’d left you with. His head snapped to the side, and he froze, his cheek reddening where you’d struck him.

You took a shaky breath, every part of you shaking with the tension you’d held back for so long. “Do you think this is a fucking joke?”

His smile faltered, his expression shifting as he took in the fury in your eyes. “I… Look, it was part of the mission,” he said, a hint of guilt creeping into his tone. “I thought it’d be easier if—”

“If you let me think you were dead?” you cut him off, voice rising. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through? What it’s like to believe I lost you for good?”

David’s face fell, the weight of your words finally settling in. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought you’d… be okay.”

You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes as everything poured out. “Do you know what it’s been like, David? Trying to live without you? I thought I’d lost you forever. I went on a date tonight because I thought I had to let you go!” Your voice cracked. “And now you’re just… sitting here, like it’s nothing?”

For a moment, he was silent, his expression growing somber. Then, quietly, he reached out a hand to you, regret darkening his gaze. “I didn’t understand how much it would hurt you, baby. I was wrong. And I’m sorry.”

“Fuck you,” you whispered, barely holding yourself together. “You left me to grieve you. To go through all of that alone. And now you’re just here, acting like it’s no big deal?”

David lowered his head, his voice barely audible. “I’m sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing, but… I see now how wrong I was.”

The anger ebbed, replaced by the pain of everything you’d carried alone, and you couldn’t stop yourself from stepping closer, needing to feel him, to know he was real. His hand reached up to cradle your cheek, and he pulled you into his arms, his voice thick with regret as he murmured, “I’m here now. For good. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you’ll let me.”

You wanted to stay mad, to push him away—but you couldn’t. His arms around you, his warmth and heartbeat steady against yours, brought a sense of calm you hadn’t felt in so long. For now, you let yourself sink into him, allowing the anger and grief to fade, if only for a moment.

You're such a fool for him.

David kissed the corner of your lip. His hands find their place on your hips. His warmth envelops you, steady and familiar, as if he could melt all the time and distance that had separated you.

His lips capture yours completely, a slow, lingering kiss that feels like a claim, pulling you deeper into the moment, grounding you in his touch.

He pulls back just enough to brush his nose against yours, a faint, teasing smile curving his lips. “You had wine?”

You shiver, his breath warm against your cheek, the scent of him intoxicating. “A little,” you admit, barely a whisper.

“Expensive?” he murmurs, his fingers tracing a gentle line along your jaw, sparking tingles that send a thrill through you.

You nod, biting your lip. “Yeah. He went all out for me.”

David lets out a low, amused chuckle, his hand slipping to the small of your back, pulling you closer. “God… and you didn’t even put out?”

You can feel his heart beating against yours, the intensity in his gaze holding you captive. “Because,” you say softly, voice catching as you press your forehead to his, “I missed you.”

“Tell me what you missed most,” he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing drawl as his fingers brush along your waist, his touch both familiar and electrifying.

You open your mouth to answer, the words on the tip of your tongue. “Your coc—” But you catch yourself, cheeks warming as you meet his gaze.

A flicker of amusement dances in his eyes as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “Go on…”

You let out a frustrated sigh, trying to steady yourself, to hold onto even a sliver of your anger. “I’m supposed to be mad at you, asshole.”

David chuckles, his thumb grazing your cheek. “I know,” he whispers, his voice soft but unrepentant. “But tell me anyway.”

His lips press against yours once more, filled with urgency and longing. David's strong arms lift you effortlessly and your fingers instinctively wrap around his neck, seeking comfort and security. It feels like a fairy tale as he leads you to the bedroom that was once shared between you both.

With care, he sets you down on the soft mattress, and your hands trace the contours of his back, cherishing every touch as if trying to imprint it in your memory. You have to remind yourself that this is real, that he is here with you now. The scent of his cologne fills the room and adds to the atmosphere of passion and longing, it’d been too long.

His lips press hard against your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses that ignite your skin. You can feel the familiar heat radiating off of him and it's almost impossible to resist. "Tell me what you missed," he demands again, his voice dripping with eagerness. He needs to hear it, to know that he still has this hold on you.

You furrow your brows, trying to maintain some semblance of anger as his hands roam freely over your body, disregarding any barriers. But when he whispers in your ear, all thoughts of resistance disappear.

"I missed your cock," you confess brazenly, feeling a rush of arousal at the thought of him buried inside you.

David responds by thrusting his hips against your clothed slit, causing you both to moan in unison. He leans back slightly and groans into your mouth, unable to contain his pleasure at hearing your admission. You reach for his hand and bring it to your face, hungrily licking and nipping at his fingers before taking them into your mouth.

"Did you miss me?" you ask seductively, locking eyes with him. "Did you spend countless nights jerking off thinking of me?" With a devilish grin, you dart your tongue out and trace it along his palm and between his fingers before sucking two of them into your mouth. A fire ignited in you both, parting for air you taunted, “David, you came in this hand didn’t you?” Your saliva is coated between his fingers, “and you wished it was inside my cunt.”

You glare up at him, daring him to say something, to try to justify what he’s put you through. He’d never seen you so forward, he found enjoyment in being the dominant one. His libido getting the better of him, he blamed it on being a man. David doesn’t speak. Instead, he leans down, his lips brushing against yours in a rough, demanding kiss.

"What about you?" He growls, his grip tightening on your hips as he thrusts into you relentlessly.

"Did you finger fuck yourself?" He sneers, each thrust hitting deeper and harder. "With the showerhead? Or did you buy a fake cock to fuck?"

His hands wrap around your throat, choking off your breath. "Why didn't you fuck him?" He demands, his voice dripping with jealousy and possessiveness.

"Your date, or anyone else. Did you know deep down that no one else could stretch your cunt like I can?" His words are filled with rage mixed with betrayal, fueling his rough movements as he claims you.

You can’t let him make you come like this. Clothed, like a bitch in a fucking heat. The second you feel his body shudder above yours, you take advantage of his weakened state. With all your might, you push forward to sit upright. The shift in position, the sudden display of power causes David's eyes to widen.

"On your back, Snake." It isn't a request, it's a demand. And like the loyal dog he is, he quietly obeyed.

Straddling his hips, David's erection is pressed firmly against your core. The dry humping session leaving both of you soaked. You're fine like this. It isn't ideal but, you can easily come with the sensation of his cock against your clit and then leave them him there to fend for himself. But for David? He bit his lip to stifle a whimper. He desperately craved for his release.

"How dare you?" You ask, voice still frayed with anger. With an open palm, you slap him again. A silence washed over you both, David grasped your wrist and kisses the same palm you slapped him with. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled into your hand.

Snatching your hand back, you dismount from his lap to kneel on the bed. Unhooking the straps of your dress revealing your bra, you taunt him. “Maybe I should just leave you here and head out for a real man.” You could feel his cock twitch. The clasp of your bra is now undone and you present him your hardened buds. “For a man who won’t lie to me.”

“No! Baby please.” David begged, “I’m sorry—” he repeated. He straightened his posture, sitting up right to face you. Defeated and pathetically aroused, he exhaled another apology. "Let me make it up to you." His voice was desperate, his cock harder than ever. "I can't take it anymore." He pleaded, gripping his dick in a show of desperation. "I need you so fucking bad."

Impulsively, you press your lips to his in a heated kiss. "Don't make love to me," you command breathlessly, "fuck me." You kiss him again, this time softer, before lifting your dress over your head and tossing it aside without a care. David follows suit, undressing himself in a swift motion. The two of you are naked before each other, locking eyes with an intense flame burning between you. Gathering your courage, you confess to him, "I want you to fuck me, hard.

David lies back on the bed, pulling you on top of him. "Then be a good girl and come get it," he growls in response.

His cock is rigid against your stomach and you run your hands up his chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath his skin. David teases your slick opening with the tip of his cock before sliding into you with a powerful thrust. The sensation of his coarse pubic hair brushing against your sensitive skin sends shivers down your spine and elicits a gasp from your lips. David grunts in response, the sound sending waves of desire through you.

Starting off slow, David stretches your tightness as he moves in and out of you. With each thrust, he slaps your ass hard, leaving red handprints behind. The combination of pleasure and pain has you whimpering and gasping for more. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you bite down on your lip to stifle your screams as ecstasy courses through every inch of your body.

"Fuck...you feel so good," David groans, his voice raw with desire. "Tell me how badly you need this dick." His dirty talk only fuels the flames of passion within you and you throw your head back. Mouth agape, you’re moaning loudly as he reaches between your bodies to rub circles on your throbbing clit.

"Please...I need it so bad," you whimper, unable to hold back your desperate need for him. Your body trembles and pulses around him as he continues to thrust into you with a fierce hunger, filling you up and satisfying your every wish.

His eyes spark with a mischievous gleam, "Say my name," he commands.

Feeling shy, you look at him and stutter, "David?"

He clicks his tongue in disapproval.

Suddenly, it hits you. "Snake," you moan in ecstasy.

Gripping your hips, David flips you over onto your stomach without taking his cock out. Your cries of surprise turn into moans of ecstasy as he slams himself back inside you without warning. Grabbing your hips roughly, he angled your body to hit that sweet spot deep within you, making you see stars. His grip on your hips bruises your skin but all you can focus on is the way he pounds into you like a man possessed by a primal need only you can fulfill.

"Is this how you want it?" he growls in your ear as he grinds his hips against yours with a feral intensity. Each impact makes the bed frame creak with your passionate movements, banging against the headboard.

"Yes! More Snake...harder!" You beg for more, arching your back to meet his powerful thrusts. David's balls slapped against your ass cheeks with each brutal thrust, and before long, his heavy breathing and the wet slap of your bodies colliding are the only sounds filling the room.

David's grip on your hips tightens even more, fingers digging into your skin as he fucks you harder and faster, pushing you to the edge of the abyss. Your face is buried in the sheets, gripping on them for dear life. Wet walls squelch and clench around him, words are incomprehensible. “S-Snake, fu-fuck!” It’s caught in your throat, until you release. Your orgasm coming at you fast, hard and unforgiving. “Oh my f-fucking god. Yes!”

"I...I'm... oh God," David pants, his face contorted with pleasure and pain. "I'm going to—" but before he could finish his sentence, his hot, sticky cum spurts inside you, covering both of you in a sticky sheen. He exhales sharply, collapsing back onto the bed spent.

You both lay there panting heavily, trying to catch your breaths as the heat between you cooled. David caresses your cheek lovingly as he whispers apologies in your ear. "I'm sorry for keeping secrets from you... I won't ever do it again... I promise."

The weight of David’s words hung in the air. You turned to face him, chest rising and falling rhythmically as you met his gaze. The hazel of his eyes softened, revealing a rare sliver of vulnerability. His hand, warm and tender against your skin, gently brushes away a stray lock of hair from your forehead. You shifted closer to him, curling into his side and burying your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent mingled with sweat and sweat-soaked sheets.

“We can talk about it in the morning.”

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Can you write some headcannons about what dating MGS2!Raiden would be like?

Yup, sure!

MGS2!Raiden x Reader dating headcannons

-Prepare for lame jokes. No, seriously, Raiden has some of the corniest dad jokes in existence.

-Takes you on dates in the city, just the two of you walking around hand in hand, admiring the bustling scenery together.

-Will let you dress him up like a fairy princess or whatever you want, makeup, hair and nails included.

-You two have King Kong and Godzila movie marathons every week.

-These marathons usually have lots of cuddling, snacks, sparky comments, giggling, and occasionally goofy imitations of the battles taking place in the currently playing movie mixed in with them.

-Takes selfies of himself in his tight uniform at work and sends them to you, usually with a suggestive caption.

-Loves playing video games with you, especially fighting or multi-player shooting games.

-He has tried to give you a lap dance before, and thanks to those wide, child-bearing hips of his, he slayed.

-Will learn how to cook for you so when he's off duty and you're at work, you get the luxury of coming home to a hot meal.

-Has attempted crocheting and has made you a few pretty towels, scarves, and a little hat for when it gets chilly.

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CAN WE PLEASE GET SOLID SNAKE SMUT PLEASE IM BEGGING LITERALLY ON MY KNEES🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Lonesome Cabin [MDNI]

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Out in the Alaskan snow, you and the legend — and old friend — Solid Snake have a sparring match. You practically begged David to train with you, wanting to show off your improvement since the last time you saw each other. However, the weather has other plans for you, and a snowstorm cuts off the session early. In the cabin, with powdery snow blowing past, you look for warmth in each other's arms.

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TAGS: Solid Snake/Reader, Fem!reader, PRE-MGS1, friends to lovers, smut, snowed in, SNOWSTORMS!!!, oh no whatever will we do, hmmm I guess we could snuggle... just for warmth ofc, a little rushed, not really proof read, i did this in a weekend, my first time writing smut lmao

WORD COUNT: 1,975

A/N: I just wanna say this is heavily inspired by a solid snake bot I saw on c.ai. The creator is @ caetuna ! Although I don't use c.ai anymore, if you do, please support them! Their bots were simply fantastic and made me enjoy the app a little more 

anyways, thanks for being my first request! enjoyyy 🫶

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You're not sure why Dave agreed to your crazy idea. Afterall he had every reason not to.

Snake and you hadn't been in contact for quite awhile. Granted, you both had your own life's to tend to but, you still should have atleast called. So when you did, and asked if it was okay if you stopped by his place on your journey across Alaska, you most definitely didn't expect him to say yes. 

It was an obligation really, to atleast say hi to him. And show off your new skills in the process.

"Are you sure about this?" Snake grumbles.

"Yes I am."

"You really think you've improved enough to beat me? You?"

"Snake c'mon..."

"I just find it ridiculous is all." With that thought, he gets into stance. "Well, if that's the case, then come on. Show me what you got."

Getting into stance, you face him in the snow. The clothes you two had on were probably not enough for the chill, but who cares about that anyway?  Snake's brown hair danced along with the gentle breeze that came through, obscuring his face for a moment. He seemed to have grown a bit of a stubble since the last time you saw him, though you don't blame him. Who would bother with shaving out here? He's retired anyway, and lives in a lonesome cabin, it's not like he has anyone to look nice for. Not that you know of.

It looked good on him.

"Let me know when you're ready." 

His deep voice brings you back to reality. "Ah, right." You shift in the snow a little more, trying to get into your flow state. 

Fists clenched, you spring towards him, sending a few jabs towards him which he blocks with ease. You try to sweep his leg, which catches him off guard, sending him flying down. He's quick to recover, springing back up and sending a kick in your direction. Somehow he grabs your arm and spins you around until you land against his chest. His breathing is heavy, you could see the mist of it infront of you, coming out unevenly. You just him in the ribs, catching him off guard. With him distracted, you put some distance between you two. Snake however, is quick to chase you down.

He sends punches one after the other. It's relentless, one after the other, and he just screeches to a stop. You take the opening, sending a punch — which ends up being really foolish — since he takes your arm and flips you over on your back. The impact explodes your back with pain, the frosty snow numbing the ache. 

"Ouch..." You groan.

Snake looms over you, the bastard having the audacity to smirk at you. The last golden rays of sunshine fade behind him. "Looks like you haven't learned a thing." He extends his hand out.

"I've learned plenty I'm just... a bit rusty is all." You grab his hand, pulling yourself up. 

"I'm sure you have. Maybe next time." He brushes himself off, "By the way, there's a snowstorm coming through soon. So I'd stay safe out there."

"Really? Hm," You purse your lips in thought. "I could stay here for the night then."

"Oh."

Oh? Why did he say it like that?

"Unless, you don't want me to-"

"No."

"What?"

"No I," He looks away, "I'm just surprised." He coughs. "Uh, you can come inside."

Trudging through, you follow closely behind Snake as he leads you to the cabin door. He pushes it open, the inviting smell of wood and ash flooding your nostrils. You close the door behind you, taking off your jacket and hanging it on the coat hook. The living room was beside you, an ancient woven carpet beneath an even older looking table.  A sofa sat sung behind it, velvet and parts of fabric missing. It sat across from the fireplace, which from what you could tell, looked like it was used earlier.

"Nice place you got here..."

Snake made a noise of approval, but from the tone of your voice he could tell you weren't really, approving of it, to say the least. "You can sit down if you want."

Taking the invite, you kick off your shoes and run towards the sofa, plopping yourself down. It was surprisingly comfy despite it's looks.

"I'll get the fire going. Do you want anything to drink?" He asks as he fiddles with getting the flames to spark.

"A few cups of beer would be nice."

He chuckles at that. "Not surprised." 

"I need to relax, Dave."

"Yeah, after getting your butt kicked from me."

You scoff. "Shut up."

Finally, he got the flames going, the crackles of fire soothing your ears, a stark contrast to the howling winds of outside. As he left to go get drinks, you reminisced on old memories. You missed this. The back and forth banter, the talks that lasted way too damn late into the night, the occasional play fighting, you missed it all. But most of all, you missed him.

A part of you would never admit it, but you've fallen so hopelessly in love for him. It started out platonic, but as you grew closer and closer, you felt your feelings towards him shift. It's horrible, truly, and seeing him again like this? It just made things worse. Thoughts swam and zipped through your mind, the noise becoming a bustling city. A corner store of wholesome thoughts there, a corner store of thoughts-you-would-never-share-aloud-even-for-a-billion-dollars- there. You pinch the bridge of your nose to steady your thinking. 

Footsteps approach, and you notice Snake coming back. It looks like he already changed into something more comfy, wearing a simple white shirt a navy sweatpants. Beers in hand, he sits down next to you, the weight of the coach sinking along with him.

He offers you one. "Here."

"Thanks." You groggily answer, taking it from him. For a moment your fingers brush, and a cackle pops.

The sound of opening cans fill the room, you and Dave chatting with one another. Just like you used to. You drink a few more cans, but not enough for you to be completely drunk. Dave however seemed unbothered, despite already drinking four cans of it.

"So," Alcohol bubbling in your system. "You've meet any pretty ladies as of late."

"How recent are we talking?"

"Mmm like in the past few weeks, months."

"I have."

"Yeah?" A tad bit of jealousy bites at you. "Who's the lucky woman?"

"Well, it's you."

"Oh, stop it."

"I'm being serious."

He looked you dead in the eye, and you couldn't help but laugh. You knew he was being serious, but you just couldn't believe it.

"Haha! Very funny, Snake." 

"What about you, you've met anyone?"

"Hm." You ponder for a bit. "A few, but nothing ever serious. Or, lasting." With the last word, you look away. You could feel him still staring at you. Okay, new topic. 

"Um, anywho, where are your dogs at?"

"They're hanging out in their room. I didn't want them to bother us."

Us.

Not you. Us.

"I guess that's fair," feeling cold you move a bit closer to him, brushing against his thigh. "Wasn't much of a dog person anyway."

"Excatly why I kept them away."

You're not sure what gives you the courage. Maybe it's the alcohol running your adrenaline, or something else entirely, but you decide to push this a little further.

"Is that the only reason?" A little closer now.

"No, I have plenty other reasons why." A glance at your lips.

"Which are?" You drawl out your words.

"It has to do with a certain someone who's in my home."

"Hmm, and what else?" You place your drink on the table.

"And... how they're driving me just about crazy right now." He leans in. "Making my mind go wild."

"Care to explain those thoughts of yours?"

"I'd rather show."

Just like that he's on you. Ravaging every part of your lips, so expertly you can't help but deepen the kiss. His right hand travel to cup your cheek, while the other hold your waist. Gently, you're pushed down against the couch. Fuzzy warmth envelopes you all over, igniting a spark deep inside you.

Eventually, you have to break the kiss to breath, panting breaths mingling with each other. Oh, the way he was looking at you. Like he's been waiting for this for so long.

"Listen-" He panted, "-If if you don't want to do anything more we can just-"

"No."

"Huh?"

"Snake, I wanna spend the night with you."

By his gaze, you knew your words shift something inside of him. The fact that your words held merit, that you could do that to him, made you clench your thighs.

"Then the pleasure is all mine." He's back to kissing you, his hands wandering over your chest, thighs, arms, whatever he could lay his hands on. It's instinct, of course, when you hook your leg around his waist. You needed to be closer, but it wasn't enough.

Thankfully, Snake seems to sense your thinking, lifting up your shirt so he has more skin to access. Making quick work, he unclasps your bra and pulls down your pants, now resting at your calfs. He trails kisses down from your neck to your stomsch, and back again, each one becoming more desperate than the last.

"You're downright gorgeous." He mumured. "Fucking beautiful."

You whine at his praise, Snake smiling at the sound. Taking his fingers, he toys with the band of your underwear, before slipping them under. Two fingers enter you at once and you could hear the lewd sound of how wet you were. 

"Can't believe all this is for me." He breathes, picking up his pace. "How long have you wanted me like this? Huh?"

"Snake-"

He perks up at the name, thinking it sounds better than the one he was born with. "Say that again." He pushes his thumb against your bud, earning a delicious moan from you. You could feel pressure building within you. Rapidly coming closer and closer. What else could you do, but chant his name over and over?

Ripples crash through you, and you let out a silent scream. Snake keeps going in and out, riding your high, before removing his fingers and wiping your juices off. You see him pushing his band down, springing out his hard cock in all it's glory. Slowly, he pushes your panties to the side, lining up his dick to your cilt. Very, very gently he pushes in, letting you get used to the side. 

"That okay?" He asks, sounding like he's barely holding it together. You nod.

That's the only warning you get before he plunges in. And you just feel him around your walls, the lewd slapping of skin on skin filling the room. His grunts were in perfect sync with his rhythm, and you both ascended to nirvana together. Pure bliss.

Snake starts to blabber on, giving you praise and telling you how beautiful you were and what have you, causing your orgasm to build quickly. By the way he was stammering, you could tell he was close too.

"Where- argh fuck - where do you want me to-"

"Inside," You beg. "Please."

That pushes him to the brink. Earth shatters and you can feel him spasm inside you, filling you up with his seed. You're close behind, white starts filling your vision as you cry out. You both take a few beats to relax, taking a break from the high. Snake was still inside, laying his head on your chest, his arms embraced around you. Lazily, you run your fingers through his hair, smiling at how soft they were.

"Looks like we're staying warm tonight." You whisper. Already half asleep he just grunts, "You could say that again."

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masterlist

*= smut/nsfw

Solid Snake

Lonesome Cabin *

Headcanons

Venom Snake x Fem!reader NSFW alphabet *

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welcome

hi hi! feel free to look through my little corner on the internet ^^

this is both a sfw and nsfw blog, so if you see an MDNI on a post it means DNI! my writing will be reader inserts ONLY. I do both platonic and romantic stuff here aswell.

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