#metal gear solid drabble

[c0smoshit]

VENOM SNAKE BREEDING. PLEEEEAAAAASSSSSEEE

Guess I gotta feed you guys what you've been seriously neglected of😭

Thanks for the request sweetheart!! 🫶

Dirty, Dirty words ○°•

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Venom Snake/fem!reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut!, cervix kissing, size king, breeding, what else?

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ There really isn't any, just some horny hours daddy snake

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ This man, this man is just too much 😭

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 600

"That's it, just like- mmph that"

His loving voice wasn't the only thing filling you up certainly.

Strong, calloused hands kept your legs by your thighs securedly against him as he kept you in a tight matting press. The underside of your knees kissing his elbows as you slowly lost your sanity bellow him.

Everyone would've guessed that the Boss liked it rough

"So deep!"

Glossy eyes parting to look at him he saw your gorgerous smile again, feeling himself tense inside you at such direct words.

However, they would've never have guessed that he would snap that easily too.

The feeling of your ankles caging him in a prision of lust, love and sweet desesperation. Your angelic voice ringing through his ears as your nails traced, not so soft, painful patterns on his back it was-

"Want it- ngh... inside, please"

-enough reason for the switch inside his head to be pulled down.

Roughly

"Huh? Inside? Want me... to-"

Pushing himself deeper if it was even posible, tip kissing your cervix when he wasn't even the whole way in.

you were screaming.

"... fill you up baby? Hah- Is that it?"

Nodding your head as your mouth was too busy shaping his name over and over again.

"My good girl, such dirty-... desires"

He was as troubled as you in terms of speaking, panting like he was in heat, gripping you like he would grip one of his dozen guns.

"Then I'll- I'll give it to you"

Cheeks burning like crazy, hands gripping his back you couldn't even feel the pain of your legs anymore thanks to the diabolic position he had you folded in. And you could feel how affected he was too, pulsing, twitching the more he lost himself inside your walls.

"Such a dirty, dirty girl"

Damn, being called "Boss" really changed the way words formed inside his brain before rolling them into your ear as if they were warm honey.

He stopped, he fucking stopped.

"Wha-"

Thumbs squishing your cheeks you suddenly noticed the coldness of the room, opening your teary eyes to see him sitting with your ankles by his ears as he grabbed your woobly legs.

"Why did yo-"

"Shh sweetheart, if I'm going to cum inside, I want it to last"

Regaining your breath it was as if a sudden wave of reality hit you,

Like a train.

Legs disgustingly sore, walls throbbing around him, sweaty skin, that painful sensation in between your legs as he took away your sweet relief and him slowly pulling out.

"You look so damn- pretty like this"

Pausing as he shoved himself back inside, grinning wickedly at your gasp, pulling away the hand that forced you to look at him to grasp your thighs as you squirmed around.

"Don't run from it- hmm, gonna fill you up so good princess"

You could only cry out for more, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks from the stimulation, moving up and down, down and up. Feeling holes dig into your skin you knew he had his gaze locked in you, enjoying the way you were going mad bellow him.

"Cumming, god princess- 'm gonna cum so hard"

You didn't even know how much time had passed since you had climaxed, mind going blank as you finally felt hot ropes enveloping you, for the first time.

. . .

"You are absolutely begging for another round, sweetie"

Scrunching your nose at the humid ambience you found yourself facing what seemed like a starved man looking in between your open legs, as if he was watching a reinaissance painting.

[icycoldninja]

What would mgr Raidens reaction be to you slapping his metal butt

If you had the audacity to approach a walking arsenal and slap him in the ass, you would discover that it jiggles slightly. How this is even possible is beyond you, but it's safe to assume this has something to do with Doktor.

Raiden would obviously be very confused and a little upset, since that rarely ever happens, and would most likely seek to return the favor before storming off in indignation.

[sionevo]

OTASUNE DRABLE SNEAK PEAK

[galionne-vibin]

MGS Crack/Rarepairs #1: Otacon/Psycho Mantis (Castlevania)

Requested by @robot-autistic, I hope you like it!

Very short and sweet but I had a lot of fun with this one!

((I'm still taking Crackship/Rarepair suggestions, although I cannot promise I will write something for every prompt))

Otacon / Psycho Mantis (Castlevania)

“Oh! This is where I kept getting stuck when I was a kid because of the wargs… I remember sometimes I'd get so scared of them I'd turn off my Dad's NES and run out of the room crying…”

Hal laughed quietly to himself and shifted his legs slightly. He felt the weight of Mantis’ head press into him and heard the gentle hiss of air from his mask. As he continued playing he seemed to think for a few moments, before pausing the game and setting down his controller.

“... Hey Mantis, tell me… Are you sure I'm not boring you…?” Hal asked softly.

The psychic turned his head to look up at him, light reflecting off of his orange lenses.

Earlier that evening the pair had settled down in Hal's room after dinner, with the conversation quickly shifting to his rather impressive collection of games and consoles. As it turned out, Mantis wasn't nearly as unacquainted with the video gaming world as his partner had expected ; leading to an old NES being dusted off so Hal could show him a few games. The two were currently nestled together on his bed, Mantis taking up most of the space as he lay on his side with his head resting in the engineer's lap.

“-I mean I know I talk a lot when it's about things I like, and I don't want to annoy you with this when-

-You like to talk, I like to listen.”

The words rang out in Hal's mind, skipping his ears entirely.

“-But what if you-

-I am enjoying myself if that is what's worrying you.”

Mantis rolled over so he was on his back, looking up at Hal.

“-I don't like talking. Especially when it's not necessary. But listening to you… It's nice. It's soothing…

-Soothing…?”

A small nod.

“I'm used to soldiers and military personnel, people whose entire lives revolve around war. People like Eli- Liquid Snake, who live to fight. So listening to you talk about the small things that bring you joy and how much you enjoy them… It's new. And very pleasant…”

Hal looked down at him, with big round eyes behind his glasses. It seemed like he didn't know how to respond so Mantis kept talking.

“Besides, I like Castlevania. I didn't get to play games very often when I was young, but the first Castlevania was one of them…”

Mantis shifted back to his side again to look at the TV screen.

“I can help you if you're still scared of the wargs…” He teased.

This finally seemed to snap Hal out of his thoughts and the engineer's cheeks flushed a few shades darker.

“Oh come on now…” He muttered, although he couldn't help but smile when he heard the elusive whistling hiss from Mantis' mask that signified a small laugh.

He reached down and picked up the controller again.

[savage-rhi]

Right before the events of MGS 1. Kaz’s slaying:

Ocelot: I truly wish I could tell you about the responsibility I carry. Im sorry I had to lie to you, Kaz. And I’m sorry for what I’m about to do now.

Miller: yeah, whatever you say ocelot. do what you “have” to. I’ll see you and boss in hell.

Ocelot's tired eyes darted across the walls of the house. Before him were maps, pictures, and weapons of yesteryear. Remnants of a past life dedicated to the mission. Big Boss's dream. His shoulders continued to tense up the longer he looked, only to be distracted by Kaz clearing his throat.

Right, the mission...

Ocelot turned his head to the side before he allowed himself to fully acknowledge his former colleague. Kaz stared at him, bound to a chair, eyes defiant as blood trickled down his forehead yet he remained composed. Daresay more so than his attacker who decided to turn his gaze to the dark horizon outside the large window nearby. The first snow gently swaying against the cold Alaskan winds.

"I truly wish I could tell you about the responsibility I carry, Kaz." Ocelot's voice was calm—almost too calm—as he swallowed a lump in his throat. "It’s a burden—one that’s twisted everything I thought I knew."

"Yeah, whatever you say Ocelot." Kaz bitterly replied with a frown. He bit the inside of his cheek, remembering once upon a time how the very man before him would've gladly taken a bullet for his comrades. Whatever was going on with him, Kaz knew Ocelot had truly lost his way. Hell, as far as he was concerned, Big Boss did as well. The kind of plans that man had for the world held no place for those who were sane.

"Do what you 'have' to." Kaz spat, knowing he sealed his fate. There was no point in arguing with mad man when he was set in his ways. He learned that the hard way himself all those years ago. The Diamond Dogs, all those plans he had, it didn't matter.

Ocelot finally turned to face Kaz, his expression unreadable. For a moment there was a spark of something that crossed his tired face, but it quickly disappeared.

"I'm sorry I had to lie to you, Kaz." He took a step closer, his right hand resting on the grip of his revolver, anticipating the draw. The air suddenly feels charged with the finality of what's about to transpire, and for the first time in a while, Ocelot felt hesitant. "And I'm sorry for what I'm about to do now."

Kaz's lips curled into a grim smile, eyes unwavering even in the face of his own mortality staring him down.

"I always knew it would come to this," He let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow in the room. "I'll see you and Boss in hell."

Ocelot's hand remained steady as he drew his revolver, the metallic click echoing in the room. His eyes close, soaking in the moment. He had never been a religious sort of man, but he sent a few unspoken words to whatever was listening before forcing himself to look into his friends eyes as he took his life.

The trigger pulled, and a single gunshot rung out.

Kaz's body slumped forward, lifeless as a thin trail of smoke rose from Ocelot's revolver with a hiss. He shuddered for a moment, biting his bottom lip. Eyes watering on their own accord. For a second, he held regret in his heart, the only thing keeping him stable was Big Boss's words. How the best was yet to come.

"Goodbye, old friend..." Ocelot whispered to himself, turning to leave as he holstered his weapon.

This death wasn't a waste... He'd make sure of it.

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[the-bar-sinister]

Kiss Prompt 60: Out of Hate

In the early days Ocelot thought he hated Kaz, but that didn't make him want to kiss him any less. If anything, it made him want to kiss him even more, if only because of how much it seemed to annoy the other man.

Ocelot, ever the consummate torturer, delighted in the absolute frustration, anger and confusion he got from Miller every time he grabbed him and pressed a kiss to his lips.It was becoming a bit of a distracting habit; he felt compelled to steal one every time he passed Kaz on the base.

What was the harm?

ao3 link

kiss prompt list

[basil-the-scorned]

Trent Baretta and Orange Cassidy Drabble

Don't know where this came from, but is definitely after full gear. (and written halfway before the chaos happened)

He's been keeping up with AEW since Orange took him out, and slowly the feeling he felt towards Orange kind of…dimmed. He's not over the monkey wrench to the head--- that takes a hell of a lot to get over---but he guesses it was payback that was coming since it was swung at Chuck's ankle.

The Orange he was painting in his head, all high and mighty and for himself, was nowhere to be found this month. The only proof of what hes been saying about Orange was through Mox, and months ago it would be exactly what he wanted to hear. That he was a snake, cold-blooded and unnerved. But Trent had the somewhat pleasure to know Orange long enough to know he was far from that right now.

So he made himself come a few minutes away from the pay-per-view a day later, when everyone else left to go to their own houses and apartments in the city. He went to the same old apartment that's now a hotel and knocked on the same door he remembered.

The wind was blowing in his ears, and he was ready to turn around when the door swung open. Whatever saying Trent had on his mind died when he saw the faint sight of red near Orange's head.

Then he saw the white of the door slam in his face.

It was a stupid idea to come out here. He knows it, the universe above him knows it enough to keep making his nerves not act right when he thinks about it. Yet he kept standing there with a slight hope that maybe it would open back up. He was also prepared for the bridge he burned to fully be in ashes.

He was still surprised to see the door creek right back open with eyes that told a worse story: a puffy square of red around his eyes and the bridge of his nose. It looked weird compared to the chill in his eyes, still not expecting Trent of all people to be knocking at his door. But he just stepped a small enough space away from the door, barely enough room for Trent to walk into the hotel room.

Before he could even say a sentence, Trent heard than saw feet rushing towards him before his own feet were knocked back into the air. He felt something crush his side and a rush of air blowing through his ears as he was falling to wherever he was about to land hard on. Thank God all he did was fall for a living, because he was used to the blow on his back as he landed something that he hoped was a bed.

What was was able to focus on though was Orange now on top of him, face now matching in red. The panting was the only sound that filled his ears besides the air conditioning above him. Then suddenly, that same AC cut off and it made something in Orange set off.

Before he could even process it, Orange's fist was connecting to his chest. (Or nose. One thing for sure, it hurted like hell) "Ow, fu-" Trent couldn't even finish before another fist hits him, then another one, each one going to different places, so he couldn't even know how to block them well. Random, some soft, some hard enough to have him hiss and groan out in pain. Some getting the arm he finally put up, others at his chest. One got him good in the gut, and he felt some of the air leave him. Unpredictable, too much for Trent to guess so he reached out and grabbed one of Orange's rounding fist coming for his chest again.

"Stop!" He yelled out, now panting as well with his body glowing with pain. Orange's eyes were wild, his hair not laid down as much. The grip Trent had was broken by a surprise fist to his nose. "Fuck!" This time, he knew something was going to be dripping down soon.

But before Orange could give another blow, Trent blindly reached out and grabbed a solid soft object that he was hoping was a pillow--either that, or something that he could knock Orange off of him at this point--and swung it around. Thankfully, he saw the square pillow hit Orange in the shoulder, and he lowered it to where his face was.

He could taste the metal running down his throat and starting to feel it run down to his lip. A reminder of how bad this could go if he wasn't careful enough. He was basically giving Orange ammo. Softer, yes, but still something that can be used against him.

He felt his only protection be pulled out of his hands, having the slight it does something else to save him.

It does save him, by being bulkier and easier to block with his arm. It also finally made sounds come out of Orange now instead of just Trent, each swing came a grunt or some kind of half yell. Eventually, the swings didn't thud against his arm as much, and the final blow was more of a push against his stomach once again.

Orange's chest was heaving, his face still just as red but so was his eyes now. He looked….exhausted underneath all the anger he just threw out of there. All Trent could do was just lay back, not really knowing what's next.

"Why?" A question, rough and scratchy, came out of Orange's throat. The pillow was lifted again, and he asked again a bit louder. His voice croaked with every question, like it always did when he didn't talk for a long time. As Trent was hit again and again, he kept getting asked why and Trent tried to fill in the blanks himself. Why was he here, why did he come after he lost something important again, why wasn't he with Don or even Mox instead of here, why, why, why?

A final soft blow and then the pillow stilled on his chest. Small half stripes of blood was now on it, and again Orange had the upper hand. His whole weight was still pressing hard, not even giving Trent a chance to flip him over--he wasn't drunk or cozy enough for him to not care.

He cared a bit too much tonight. It's all in his shoulders and ruined eyes that was still glaring at Trent with a tired fury. Then it was something was cut off, and Orange dropped on top of Trent and the pillow.

[lady-wallace]

Abbacchio Week Day 6: Your Wildest Dreams

Today's @abbacchioweek2024 fic drabble is set in my High School AU timeline (Time in a Bottle) It takes place about 6 months after the main story.

~~~~~~~

Leone couldn’t stop staring at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t quite believe this was actually happening; it all felt like a dream.

Probably because it had been a dream for as long as he could remember. And now his childhood longing to become a police officer was now finally coming to fruition.

He felt like a child again, in his crisp new uniform, felt like a pretender in a way. Like he was wearing a costume.

He certainly didn’t look like himself. He’d gotten used to the cut hair, the bare face from when he had been at police academy but he looked like a child playing dress up now in full uniform. But he had a badge of his own—a solid metal shield over his heart, it was no cereal box plaything. The gun at his belt was not full of darts, but more weighty ammunition with heavier consequences. Today was the end of all of those past years of playing cops and robbers in the school yard. His achievement had finally been realized and he couldn’t be more ecstatic.

He straightened his shoulders, trying to feel less like an imposter, and took a deep breath, reaching for his hat.

He checked the time and realized with a curse that he was going to be late for his first day if he didn’t get his shit in gear.

He hurried down the stairs and grabbed his keys from the table by the door. “Um, I’m heading out,” he called, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

“Not yet you aren’t,” his mother said, hurrying from the kitchen, her face breaking out in a grin as she saw him. “Look at you! So handsome.”

“Mom, seriously,” Leone huffed, face flaming as she cupped his cheeks and pulled him down to kiss the side of his head.

“You’ll do fantastic on your first day, darling,” she told him confidently.

Sylvia hurried down the stairs, about to head out the door for school. “Wow, you look like a real police officer, Leo.”

“I am, dummy,” he snipped at his younger sister.

She grinned and stuck her tongue out at him before her face softened. “You look cool.”

Leone huffed a laugh and accepted the hug she gave him. “Thanks, Sylvie.”

“Trying to leave without saying goodbye?”

Leone glanced up to see his dad coming out of the office with a small smile on his face. Leone straightened up, yet again self-conscious. “I was gonna say goodbye…”

“Come here, let me look at you.” His father took him by the shoulders and looked him up and down. He sighed and Leone felt a brief moment of trepidation that he would go back on his encouragement of Leone’s career path and tell him he was disappointed.

But he met his son’s eyes with a smile and squeezed his shoulders firmly. “I’m proud of you, Leone. Now go make a good impression on your first day.”

Leone nodded and impulsively hugged his father. “Thanks, Dad.”

As he pulled away, he tugged his hat on, finally feeling reality seeping in and realizing that it was even better than he could have thought of in his wildest dreams. He smiled at his family and headed out the door on his new journey.

[foolofthegeekdom]

Ummm drabble I'm crossposting from pillowfort since I never posted it here.

Lately, the Metal Gear Solid series has been on my brain. It's odd in that, while I truly love the series, I usually focus in on the more obviously bits of it. Clearly the games have a focus on the interaction of emerging technology with the human mind and body, as well as long thoughts on war, identity, and even the concept of perception. But these haven't been my focus of late; rather one character stands out in my recent thoughts: Vamp. I think what's brought me here is a very surface level interaction with Resident Evil Village, specifically Lady Dimitrescu. I don't have much to really say about any of that, since my interaction with that game doesn't go deeper than the internet meme-y Lady Step-on-the-D, but I do think it's got me considering my first realizations of the interaction of sex, identity, and horror. Granted, MGS is not a horror series, and even when flirting with the trappings of horror, it tends to stay rather shallow, but for my middle school self (and current self, honestly) a shallow dive into horror is enough, especially as I was hitting a point of really working on figuring out myself in a way that wouldn't really come to fruition until much much later in my life. 

So what do I mean? At this point, I'm clearly familiar MGS as a series and feel like I know what to expect, if maybe having had some of it go over my head in the first game. But here we are, just really having scratched the surface the second part of this game, wholly having been thrown by the twist that hit just prior (if you've played it, you know the one). In the skin of a new character, and being faced with unfamiliar surroundings we encounter a hallway that echoes a moment in Shadow Moses, the player comes across blood splatter that creates a trail to around a corner. The aftermath of violence on display creating tension and (for my less horror inclined and shielded mind) dread with each step. But just two steps into the hallway, and your control is taken away, it's a cutscene, and the player is no longer in control as the tension builds. 

The scene jumps to a room where anonymous soldiers are clearly being stalked; two are quickly dispatched from the shadows, then Vamp reveals himself. A close up on his face as he sighs deeply in anticipation and excitement, before he moves, gracefully dodging and deflecting attacks. Vamp's movements, style, every once seeming like a big cat pouncing and moving, the kind of movements so often more attributed to more femme fatale types. His weapons, knives, far more intimate and phallic than firearms used by our "good guys" in this scene. Mini-scene ends with another deep sigh as the blood of the final victim sprays over Vamp, accented with another deep sigh. 

The cutscene continues with Raiden interrupting Vamp doing as his name implies, sucking on the neck of a victim. The staging though, which is as true as in any vampire media, is truly intimate, at least for Vamp. He holds the soldier against the wall, pinned not too unlike  A point made even more clear as he turns, reaches down and draws a large blade from it sheathe hung directly over his crotch to extend between his legs. He draws the knife against his own chest, a ritualistic marking, a notch in his belt. Before pouncing Vamp's movements are deliberate, slow, and border on sultry. And as he attacks he moves with twirls, spins,  and jumps all not out of place on a dancefloor or ice rink. While problematic to wholescale equate those activities with feminine identity, it's hard to separate this from the coding that was and is often ingrained in the games. 

This first encounter really sets the tone for future encounters with Vamp as the series progresses. Always a threat displayed through an appeal to sexual lust to stoke fear, often underlined with homoerotic gestures. (Later scenes show Vamp licking his knife with a menacing glare. A movement that, given one replaced prop, wouldn't be too out of place in an early '00's teen comedy for it's suggestiveness.) This weaponized femininity, eroticism (threatening), and sexual control in a series that often struggles to have a clear idea of it's own messaging around sex, sexual identity, and kink is hard to place at times. The merits of this representation in Vamp is certainly worth discussion and is by no means flawed. 

Was Vamp an "Ah-Ha!" moment for me in regards to my own sexual identity? Not really, especially not at first play. Again, it'd be years before I really figured that out for myself. However, in hindsight, there's a discussion to be had in how Vamp uses some of the tropes of sexual horror to be effective as a monster beyond the typical Metal Gear Solid villain. Would Vamp have become the meme of the day as Lady D has, had the internet of the day been what it is now? I doubt it for one terribly obvious reason. However, he borrows from the same traditions of horror that Lady Dimitrescu and even contemporary Silent Hill monsters would. Maybe that initial titillation and fear is striking a similar chord, which is my I've been thinking about Vamp and Metal gear Solid 2 so much lately. 

[danddymaro]

In My Opinion | MGSV Drabble

Reader insert // Your name // (Y/n)

Word count: 100 / Drabble

Kaz’s opinion on Ocelot & (f/n)

In My opinion

“So….Ocelot...” Kaz started, offering a half smirk at the simple mention of the name, causing (f/n) to glow, knowing just what he was implying.

“You know... he doesn’t like leaving you around me for too long,” he informed her, and she knew it was true. 

- She’d noticed the way his jaw tightened, becoming very curt and impassive.

“He’s just watching out for me,” She reasoned, causing Kazuhira to throw his head back, laughing, “If you say so,” he mused, shaking his head before he looked back down at her, 

“I Just think he’s jealous,” He said with certainty.

[dorms-fic-archive]

oh, you say that word and pour myself like wine

Summary: She was never Bond's to keep. [Madeleine/Safin, No Time to Die-centric]  Rating: M Genre: Romance/Angst

Note: A warm-up writing exercise for Insult to Injury.

90% of this is probably going to be jossed. Title comes from the track The Only Thing That Shines, by Shriekback.

EDIT: Fixed the title as I misheard the lyric previously.

Links: [Ao3 | FFNET]

Preview:

A softer suppleness to her body enraptured him beyond mere desire. Smoothed up her shoulders, her throat, cupping her face in naked palms. Her lashes fluttered.

Safin took her hand and let it slide idle against his jaw—warm, mottled skin. She did not retract.

Inexplicable, this feeling unspooled. A deeper cut than love—as though holding a mirror to his own imperfected idealisation—stilled his tongue.

She never got the dress off, but all he needed were his hands. Disconnected between the act itself and the sight of her unraveled, one hand balled up against his coat, her expression ambivalent. Her nipples perked, pale skin flushed against scratchy woolen blankets—once her pulse subdued, she began to quiver, breath visible in frigid air.

Warmth bled from her pores, stirring gooseflesh.

A softer suppleness to her body enraptured him beyond mere desire. Smoothed up her shoulders, her throat, cupping her face in naked palms. Her lashes fluttered.

Safin took her hand and let it slide idle against his jaw—warm, mottled skin. She did not retract.

Inexplicable, this feeling unspooled. A deeper cut than love—as though holding a mirror to his own imperfected idealisation—stilled his tongue.

Swann stared at him with wide blue eyes. He wrapped her in the blankets, a protective gesture, and sat with her until she drifted into the emotionless void of sleep.

Then slipped his mask and gloves back on, turning away.

[c0smoshit]

Hi! Sorry to bother, but I would like to ask if you still write? If so, would you mind writing a part 2 of “I wanna live” with snake? Thank you so much in advance in any case! I loved the one you posted :)

Ofc sweetie!! Thanks for the request 🫶🫶

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Solid Snake/fem!reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff and kinda angsty towards the end

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ Writting this made me wanna play mgs all over again

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 604

⋆ ࣪. part I / part II ࣪.⋆

"Snake this is not-"

You were interrupted by your own laugh as he stumbled his way into the guests room, thinking it was the bathroom. He gave you a flushed smile before you saw his pleading eyes, begging you to guide him.

"It's right at the end of the hall, on the left"

And by that, he finally got there with you, both naked and definitely sticky and bothered.

It was cute, he was so cute like this. You couldn't even remember the man that was feared by many, the one who had commited a parricide. Whose hands were soaked in blood, now brushing tenderly a strand of hair out of your face as he sat you down on top of your sink.

"You're beautiful you know that?"

Many have told you that exact same phrase, however, his gruff voice sliding through your ears with that lopsided smile of his was as if you were listening to new formed words.

Quickly shushing him with a small peck on his lips you felt his little dimples on your cheeks.

"Stop- I'm gonna ruin the sink"

Peppering your still sensitive neck with kisses, stopping to give your hickeys some sort of apology you could feel a dense liquid oozing out of you.

"Don't worry princess, the bath is ready by now"

What.

Taking a peek you noticed that in fact, water was flooding what you thought was the empty tub. Sneaky bastard.

How much time had it passed already?

Standing up, you now felt the effect of sleeping with the man who was a clone of Big Boss.

"Easy there"

He chuckled, rolling your eyes playfully as he helped you sit down on the warm water, him following switfly sitting right in front of you.

Squinting your eyes you looked at his face, memorizing the way droplets of water cascaded from his cheeks to his stuble and down his neck. He looked way too mesmerizing under the dim lightning of your bathroom.

"Wanna take a picture better?"

You chuckled, rolling your eyes again before you stretched your arms, sighing as your back cracked.

"I just- this feels way too unreal"

"What? You didn't think I'd be into aftercare?"

You looked at him with a warm smile before your eyes travelled to your hands, fidgeting under the water.

"No silly, It's just that... Seeing you here, with me, being so loving after all that has happened"

His cheeks started to warm up.

"I guess I gotta make Solid Snake's domestic side familiar"

He chuckled at your response as he laid his head down on the end of the tube, closing his eyes, seemingly taking in your words.

You were right, he wasn't used to this, all his life spent seeing others suffer thanks to him, taking away any glint of hope in many eyes.

He often came to the conclusion that he, in fact, was unlovable.

Not because of his looks, he wasn't insecure, but because how ugly his soul was to him. He didn't deserve someone as pure as you, he felt as if he was corrupting you badly.

And it pained him, deeply.

That's why he had you standing by so many days, rethinking the possibility of even seeing you once again. Maybe you had already fallen in love with another man, maybe you weren't even interested in him after all these weeks.

However, he thanked deeply that last ounce of sanity his brain had storaged, that last glint of what love had been erased over the years inside him.

He was so thankful life had given his dirty soul another chance with someone like you.

[kitsunefox1108]

REQUEST: CLOSED.

many describe information about themselves, I think that I will also tell a little about myself.

my name is Alina, my gender is female (please refer to the feminine gender accordingly, or simply the author, as you wish)

I warn you, English is not my native language, so there may be errors and an adapted translation of my thoughts!

In addition to requests, I also draw and make edits.

YouTube channel with edits: __kitsune__fox__

What am I writing:

yandere (both platonic and romantic)

romantic

sadness, death (or hints of it) and angst.

cute requests, cute headcanons and maybe drabbles.

entering another world

NSFW. All the characters in this will be after the timeskip.

self aware! character

What i am NOT writing:

death with a detailed graphic description

rape

incest

most weird fetishes.

Fandoms I write for:

Resident evil (1, 2,3,4,5,7 ) DEVIL MAY CRY 3,4,5 metal gear rising revengeance metal gear solid (2,3,5) transformer (prime)

[savage-rhi]

Sunny: ah man, its today? Whats next tomorrow? I can’t do this anymore.

Snake: sunny, you’re 11.

Coming up!

Snake rubbed his forehead as the last remnants of sleep left his eyes. He let out a deep breath, feeling the weight of life on his shoulders as he slowly rose to his feet. He wetted his dry lips, craving the bitter taste of a cigarette or cigar—anything he could get his hands on. It was the first order of business he decided to take care of upon exiting his room.

Otacon was up and about, typing away on his computer working on data and God knew what else. Snake had long given up trying to understand the complex tasks his colleague and friend performed to keep their lives running smoothly. Nevertheless, he respected Hal's commitment to the grind. Had the shoe been on the other foot, the three of them would've been sitting ducks.

"Mornin', Snake!" Otacon yawned, pausing his project to stretch against the chair he was sitting in. "Sleep well?"

"Better than you, I'd say." Snake huffed. "Did you stay up all night?"

"No, I went to bed at ten, woke up at five, and couldn't close my eyes after that. I think I'll take a nap at noon." He spun in his chair, gazing up at Snake on the main dock. "Can you check if Sunny is awake? She has a math test at nine thirty sharp."

"I guess so…" Snake grumbled. He rubbed the back of his head, playing briefly with some strands of hair that were sticking up as he made his way to Sunny's room.

Snake gently knocked three times before entering her room, hunching slightly to fit through the door. He made a face, seeing she was already up and full of energy, tinkering with one of Otacon's robots as if it were second nature.

"Kid, you have a test coming up," Snake gruffly said, clearing his throat.

"Ah man, it's today?" Sunny whined, shaking her head in protest. Her eyes remained glued to her project as she adjusted a wire on the robot's motherboard. She let out an exhausted sigh. "What's next tomorrow? I can't do this anymore…"

"Sunny, you're eleven," Snake remarked, raising a brow.

"Yes, and?" Sunny retorted, only to glare when the wire she was tinkering with sparked and fizzled out. She frowned, knowing she had reached a dead end. Her eyes traveled up to Snake, and she scoffed, getting to her feet and rushed up to him. He barely had time to register as Sunny snatched his cigarette from between his lips and stomped it out.

"How many times do we have to tell you? This is bad for you!"

"Kid, I already have one foot in the grave—"

"Well, don't do that! Do something else if you're miserable!"

Snake breathed through his nose with a scowl. "Since you're in high spirits to be barking orders at me, you can go get breakfast, then do your damn test."

Sunny stuck her tongue out at him, and Snake mocked her by doing it back. As she shoved past him, he gave her a pat on the head, messing with her hair as she playfully fended him off. He watched Sunny leave and frowned. Snake didn't have much time left in this world, but one thing was certain: he was going to miss these mornings.

He wished his life had been full of more moments like this instead of fighting.

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[the-bar-sinister]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you to @meerawrites for the tag!!

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 209 on our thesavagesabretooth account and 91 on our overlord_mordax account.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 

550,775 on thesavagesabretooth and 757,869 on overlord_mordax– but the statistics are skewed on that second account because it's also used as a repository for old RP logs.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Our top most written fandoms are: Marvel (various), Resident Evil, Ace Attorney, Danganronpa, Homestuck, Persona, and Metal Gear Solid

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

One (serrenedy drabble, 217 kudos)

Like a Thief in the Night (shuake smut one-shot, 178 kudos)

Recovery (serrenedy drabble, 170 kudos)

In Justice We Trust (phantomquill / blackbright longfic, 161 kudos)

Wandering Eyes (chrisker smut one-shot, 154 kudos)

bonus sixth highest

The Primrose Path to Hell (webecca smut longfic, 141 kudos)

and on our other account

Neat, Polished, Mahogany (lokius smut one shot, 1172 kudos)

Go The Fuck To Sleep (moonknight selcest smut one shot, 1,066 kudos)

Drawing The Line (octogoblin multichapter fic, 807 kudos)

Second Chances, Work to Do (Doc Ock one shot, 377 kudos)

Complicated (moonknight selfcest smut drabble, 339 kudos)

Bonus sixth highest

Games of Passion (hubernie multichapter smut fic, 276 kudos)

What I think this really displays quite clearly is the difference in reception and kudos between highly popular fandoms at their peak interaction, and smaller, older fandoms.

All of the fics in our first account are for small, well established fandoms– notably Resident Evil and Ace Attorney, and these fics were posted recently, long after the height of either series' popularity.

The fics in the second account are almost exclusively Marvel fics, a hugely popular fandom, and were all published almost immediately as the source material was airing. The Lokius fic– our highest kudos'd fic by far was posted the first day of the first episode of Loki, and was one of the first Lokius fics on AO3.

5. Do you respond to comments? 

As often as we can, but we can sometimes be slow! 

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Mmmm…. difficult question. I won't include drabbles because they tend to be ALL angst. This is hard because we tend to focus on heavy angst followed by a happy ending. The angstiest ending would probably be either our slayers fic, My Sister's Keeper (multi-chapter) which has a downbeat but hopeful ending, or our recent one-shot "Where Were You on the Night of the Murder" which doesn't end happily at all.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

Probably In Justice We Trust, which we just finished. It very much takes a hopeless and tragic situation in canon and turns it into a much happier ending. Oh but there's also The Departure of the Great Returned Soul which of course brings someone back to life….

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not as of yet, though I can imagine it in the future.

9. Do you write s.mut?

Yes, and lots of it! We tend toward very character driven or situational smut, often integrated into or alongside larger romantic works.

10. Do you write crossovers? 

Largely no, but occasionally yes. Our biggest crossover is The Departure of the Great Returned Soul, which places Bunny and Raffles in the Great Ace Attorney universe.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? 

Not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Yes, we had someone ask to translate The Monster's Name Was Adam into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

We habitually co-write longfic with our partner.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

This is like asking me to choose my favorite lover. What are you, some kind of monster?

Our top most written ships are: chrisker, webbeca, weskertine, shuake, octogoblin, togafuka,

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Ugh. At this point probably Vinewood Disasters 1973, our retro era GTA V trikey fic. We want to finish it, we really do. But it keeps getting pushed off.

16. What are your writing strengths?  

We're always told we're very good at writing character voices.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Editing and typos for sure.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

We try to do it as little as possible because we're self conscious about getting it wrong.

19. First fandom you wrote for? 

Lord of the Rings, in 2002.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Ever???? Uhhhh….

Toss up between The Departure of the Great Returned Soul, The Primrose Path to Hell, and In Justice We Trust.

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I'm not tagging anybody because tagging makes it feel like a chore, but I am inviting all of my writer mutuals to answer these and tag us as having tagged you!

We couldn't find the questions by themselves anywhere, so we've copied them out ourselves and they're under the cut for anyone who wants to cut and paste them!

20 questions for fic writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? s.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write s.mut?

10. Do you write crossovers? 

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? 

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?  

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for? 

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? 

[crab-instruments]

Request Guidelines

I would like to try a trial run for requests.

I have not done really anything like it and it could take me a while, but I just want to see what happens.

Request Type:

Drabble

Head cannons

Continuation of my fics/AUs

SFW/Non-sexual

Fluff

Angst

Action

Fandoms:

Star Wars

Arcane

Metal Gear Solid (maybe)

Feel free to just send me an ask or message if you aren't sure, this is in a sense my first day, everyday.