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mgsheadcanons · 2 years ago
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Your Psycho Mantis headcanons have me in tears oml 💗💗💗💗💗 I love your interpretations of the Metal Gear characters so much!
Feel free to skip this if you want— But could I see some affection or even first kiss headcanons with Mantis please?
[Thank you for your kind words! T-T ]
First kiss with Psycho Mantis:
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• with Mantis you have to be the one to initiate that first kiss
• he was very afraid that you won’t like what you’ll see, sinse you've never seen him without a gasmask before
• he is as nervous as you are so there won't be any awkward moments - he’ll just be happy about your intention
• when you try to take off his gasmask at first, he will try to stop you
• you tell him that everything is fine and you just want to look at him and hear his real voice
• after he let you finish what you were doing, you will find him looking at you with adoration
• at first your eyes were just exploring, shifting from one part of his face to another, from one scar to another scar
• then you smile a little and get closer, telling him that you like what you see
• you put your hand on his chick and feel a light tremble and see him closing his eyes as he puts his hand on yours
• you understand that it's your perfect moment, so you come nearer and softly touched his chin with your lips, then moved up to his lips
• at first you feel that his dry thin lips don't move but after a few moments he responded
• his kisses are soft and slow, but a little wooden; fter some practice he surelly will grow more confident and even good at it
• after your first kiss Mantis hugs you very strong and don’t let you go for a long time
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myaoiboy · 1 year ago
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venom has a bigger dick than ocelot but ocelot has a bigger dick than kaz. big boss has the hugest dick thanks to the wonder of radiation. that thing glows in the dark like a meaty beacon.
nonnie i thought you said headcanons, this is just canon /hj
I'm eternally obsessed with the idea of trans!venom/Fem!medic (bc I think the body horror of being forcibly assigned to literally someone else's body is a fun lens to discuss dysphoria through but ALSO for shits and giggles lmao) so to me this is only logical, if Ocelot obviously requested the phallo surgeon make his own ideal dick for V. I mean, if you're going to craft your perfect sexual partner from scratch, might as well go whole hog, pun not exactly intended.
I feel like Kaz is like, pretty average. He's a dude who brags about being 7-8 inches but is really like. Barely 5. He's self conscious about this for sure.
But on the other hand I feel like Ocelot is longer but skinnier, idk why I just feel like he has pencil-dick syndrome real bad. Unlike Kaz he's like. Weirdly body-neutral, at least outwardly. Kaz HATES this.
BB, like I said, this one's just canon he full on says this out loud in front of god and everyone. Ocelot overheard him during that conversation and full on got so hard he passed out.
(Also in order, cut cut uncut cut)
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paladanses · 8 months ago
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I really like absolutenutcase162
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oso-nan · 9 months ago
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sketches ive done lately :p
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boycows · 1 year ago
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all fun and games raising a genius child until you realise you forgot to teach her anything normal
later:
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randomprose · 1 year ago
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now posted on AO3!
Mo Guan Shan is sitting on the kitchen island eating a sandwich when He Cheng walks in. 
He looks up from scrolling through his phone, looking a little startled. 
“Mo Guan Shan,” He Cheng acknowledges with a nod before heading to the fridge. 
“Uh. Hey, boss."
“Where’s He Tian?"
“Still sleepin’,” he shrugs. “Got bored an’ hungry waitin’ for him to wake up.”
He Cheng just hums. His brother has always been one to sleep in late even as a child. 
“Have you eaten?” Mo Guan Shan asks, a hand scratching the back of his neck. He looks awkward standing in He Cheng’s kitchen — rarely used, all stainless steel, and state of the art — yet strangely comfortable behind the counter near the stoves. At least before He Cheng came in. This is the most relaxed He Cheng has ever seen him in his house over the years.
He mulls the question over, probably blurted out on impulse. He’s really only here to get a bottle of water. 
“I've had coffee”, was what he said after awhile. He can’t quite remember what time that was. Some time between the early hours of a new day and before the crack of dawn.  
Mo Guan Shan frowns, brows knitted together. The kid is very expressive, He Cheng observes. Easy to draw reaction from. He can see why He Tian loses his shit pushing this kid’s buttons.
“That’s not exactly food.”
“I don’t eat breakfast.” Never had the stomach for it. Just never made sense for him to eat so early in the morning.
“Er. It’s past noon, boss,” Mo Guan Shan somehow feels the need to remind him. He Cheng just stares at him. “Technically it’s lunchtime bordering on…mid-afternoon snack?”
It dawns on He Cheng that, given his answer, this kid wants him to eat something. Mo Guan Shan either has certain manners drilled into him — He Cheng caught him eating when he entered the kitchen so he felt the need to offer him something as well — or he has an inane need to take care of people. Just like He Tian. 
He Cheng supposes that’s a good thing, if a bit of a soft touch — something that has no room in the world he and He Tian live in but is nonetheless welcomed and desired by He Cheng for his brother. He Tian could’ve done so much worse. At least He Cheng knows his brother is eating and taken care of. He swears that kid never knows how to look after himself. 
“If you insist,” He Cheng allows and sits on a stool at the kitchen counter. 
Mo Guan Shan visibly relaxes. Like he’s relieved He Cheng agreed he could cook for him. If he hadn’t ran a thorough background on him he’d think he’s going to try and poison him. Except the kid is terrible at hiding his expressions and controlling his body language and He Cheng has known him since he was in middle school.
“Alright. So, uh, what are you hungry for?”
He Cheng isn’t really hungry for anything, but he does acknowledge that he hasn’t eaten since yesterday and this will only be his first meal of the day. Still, he doesn’t think he can stomach a full meal right now. 
“Just eggs will do.”
“Okay,” Mo Guan Shan nods. “How do you like your eggs?”
“Scrambled,” is all he says. No mention of how he likes it cooked, no preference for seasoning, no specifications of any kind. He Cheng doesn’t really care as long as it's edible and won’t upset his stomach. 
Mo Guan Shan gets to work in silence. He Cheng watches him move and is not at all surprised that he knows his way around, knows where everything is. Qiu mentioned the kid is good in the kitchen, more than a decent cook, and is not above admitting that he enjoys his food despite the disaster that occured the one and only time the kids came over his place and had Mo Guan Shan made them dinner. He Cheng knows this, too. He knows that the kid is apprenticing in a family restaurant and is saving up to go to culinary school. He’s had to drop by He Tian’s place occasionally and was pleasantly surprised that his brother isn’t just subsisting on take-outs if at all.  
But it’s just eggs and He Cheng isn’t really expecting anything. Eggs are just eggs after all.
After just about twenty minutes, Mo Guan Shan puts down a plate of the fluffiest looking scrambled eggs He Cheng has ever been served garnished with spring onions and what seem to be crushed potato chips. He serves it with a glass of orange juice on the side and the whole ensemble looks like it’s been lifted out of a lifestyle cooking magazine. 
He Cheng takes a forkful and lets out a low pleased sound at the back of his throat.
"Good?" Mo Guan Shan asks, a corner of his lips quirked up in quiet satisfaction the way a cook is when they know someone enjoys their food.
"It is." He Cheng maintains that eggs are still just eggs but this really is good. Qiu’s not exaggerating then. 
The eggs are light and cooked just right, lightly seasoned with the melted cheese adding another layer of flavor, and the potato chips give it a good crunch. He’s never even thought of potato chips as anything other than junk food.
"Yeah. Figured you and Tian like your scrambled eggs the same." Mo Guan Shan comments as he sits back down to finish his sandwich. "First time I made it he looked so pissed even though he couldn't stop shovelling eggs in his mouth. Thought he might've hated it and was just eating it to, I don’t know, not hurt my feelings or some shit, but then I heard him curse you under his breath and ask for seconds."
A thought that comes to He Cheng: He Tian eats breakfast and likes his eggs scrambled just like him.
“He hates it, but he's really alike you in a lot of ways, you know.”
Well, of course he is, He Cheng agrees. He practically raised that kid. He Tian’s bound to pick up some of He Cheng’s mannerisms and preferences for certain things whether he likes it or not.
“Coffee? Brewed a new batch.”
“Please.”
“Cream and sugar?”
“Just black, thanks.”
“You sure?" Mo Guan Shan asks like he doesn't believe him. 
“I like it as it is.” 
“Huh,” Mo Guan Shan sounds out before shrugging and pouring out two mugs.
This prompts He Cheng to ask, "Does Tian-di not take his coffee black then?"
It occurs to him that he doesn’t know his brother at all. Maybe there was a time that he did, when He Tian was small and only had him, but He Cheng doesn’t claim that he knows his brother beyond his childhood days. While He Tian seems to come to him more and more these days, their relationship is still rather estranged and not at all conventional, however that may be. 
All He Cheng knows of He Tian is that his brother is of the good sort and that’s enough for him. 
He Tian cares for his friends and cares for Mo Guan Shan in ways He Cheng will probably never understand. He’s better than He Cheng in a lot of ways that matter, more human perhaps, which suits him just fine. He never wanted He Tian to be someone their family has morphed and twisted to suit their needs and use as see fit. He never wanted He Tian to be like him. 
And so He Cheng finds himself indulging in wanting to know the little things that make up his brother. Like how he likes his eggs and how he drinks his coffee.
“He does but I know he hates it. Everytime he drinks it he makes a face like it's poison.” Mo Guan Shan shrugs as he sits down across from him. He hands He Cheng one of the mugs and nurses one himself. “I don't know why he insists on drinking it this way.” 
He Cheng just hums, breathing in the aroma of the coffee, not unaware of the way Mo Guan Shan is pointedly looking at him.
“Tian-di probably just can’t be bothered to have it otherwise.”
“Nah. He probably just thinks it makes him all mature and tough. As if cream and sugar makes you weak or some shit.”
Just before they both move to take a sip from their mugs, He Cheng mutters “Idiot” under his breath at the same time Mo Guan Shan scoffs it. They stop and couldn’t help to smirk at their consensus.
It’s good to know someone else can see through his brother’s bullshit.
He Cheng notes that Mo Guan Shan takes his coffee black. Mo Guan Shan just shrugs when he points this out. 
“I like the bitter taste. It’s what keeps you awake,” he says before taking another sip. “And you taste the flavor of the beans better without the cover up of milk or sweetener.”
A fair assessment. He Cheng will drink to that.
For a while, they sat in silence as they finish their meals. Then Mo Guan Shan’s phone lights up. He drains the last of his coffee as he swipes at the screen. It seems a message has popped up because he picks it up and types something back. He Cheng surmises it’s probably He Tian, just woken up, asking where Mo Guan Shan is. 
"Refill?" Mo Guan Shan offers, walking back to where the coffee pot is.
"No, thank you.”
Mo Guan Shan refills his cup and adds three spoons of cream and two sugar cubes. He Tian enters the kitchen with a jaw cracking yawn just as Mo Guan Shan is back on his seat and finished stirring. His brother takes the seat beside the redhead across from him and He Cheing watches the latter push the mug at He Tian’s direction. The cup is only three-quarts full. 
“I’m done. Finish this.”
“You always do this. Why bother pouring a full cup if you’re not gonna drink even half of it?” He Tian quips but takes the mug anyway. 
He Cheng notes his brother doesn’t make a face after the first sip. He Tian even licks at his upper lip and a corner of his mouth is quirked up. 
“What’s for breakfast?”
“It’s way past noon.”
“It’s my first meal of the day. What’s for breakfast?”
“Scrambled eggs,” He Cheng answers before Mo Guan Shan could and delights at the face his brother makes when he sees what’s on his plate and realizes who made it.
‘What the…’ He Tian mouths as he narrows his eyes at what remains of He Cheng’s meal.
“You know what, I actually don’t want scrambled eggs. I want—”
“Tough shit. I’m already making them and you’re gonna eat it when it’s done.”
He Tian makes a low whining displeased sound but nonetheless doesn’t protest. “Throw in some bacon.”
“Alright.”
He Tian doesn’t offer to help beyond getting the pack of bacon from the fridge, handing it to Mo Guan Shan before returning to his seat. Like it’s routine. Like there’s an unspoken agreement that Mo Guan Shan cooks and He Tian stays out of his way. And He Cheng gathers he’s probably been shooed away and out of the kitchen when the other is at work. He Cheng can’t imagine his brother even knows how to operate a stove — just another thing they have in common by virtue of being born to money. 
He Tian's attention is solely on Mo Guan Shan. His back is to He Cheng, leaning against the counter as he talks to the redhead. He asks if he slept well, what he wants to do today, if there’s somewhere he wants to go to, if he wants anything particular for dinner later. Mo Guan Shan makes a comment that makes He Tian laugh but goes over He Cheng's head and he figures it must be an inside joke between them. 
There’s a kind of ease to it, the flow of their banter, the way they move around each other. He Tian certainly seems comfortable and at ease, the line of his back relaxed and lacking the usual tenseness of someone always ready to go on either the offense or defense. 
Mo Guan Shan mirrors the same ease as he puts down a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast for He Tian, who turns his head to plant a kiss on his cheek in thanks. 
The whole thing makes He Cheng feel like a fucking interloper in his own goddamn kitchen. 
He Cheng looks at his brother with his own plate of scrambled eggs and Mo Guan Shan's mug of coffee, the one with cream and sugar he said he couldn't finish so He Tian would take it, and thinks it's the best life he could have ever hoped for him. 
“Wash the dishes when you're done,” Mo Guan Shan says as he scrolls through his phone.
He Tian looks at the sink and makes a face at the pan and other things Mo Guan Shan used to cook.
“Man, do I have to? This isn’t even my house. And there are maids for a reason.”
“Tch. Spoiled brat.” Mo Guan Shan lightly pinches a chewing He Tian’s cheek, bulging with food. “Exactly. This isn’t your house. You use them, you clean them.”
“Cheng ate, too,” he nods to where He Cheng is finishing up the last of his meal. “Why don’t you make him do his dishes?” he says with a smirk, thinking he’s on to something.
“He’s letting the four of us stay for the summer.” Mo Guan Shan takes He Cheng’s plate and the empty glass of juice when he sees he’s done and soaks them in the sink. “Here. In this house that he owns. In an island that is his. For free.” He sends He Tian a look that says, ‘need I say more?’.
“What are you talking about? I’m paying for our stay here you know.”
“Oh, really? With what? Sure as hell haven’t seen you so much as touch your wallet since we got on the boat.”
“My sanity.”
Mo Guan Shan’s hand flexes and for a moment, He Cheng thinks his brother is gonna be hit over the head with the frying pan. 
“Just,” the word is sighed through gritted teeth, “do the damn dishes. It’s not that hard.”
“Why don’t you do them then?”
“I already cooked, asshole. I ain't washin’ the dishes. 'sides, you're the last to finish eatin’ so you get to clean up. Them’s the rules.”
“Fine, but I'm only gonna wash mine,” He Tian declares, viciously biting on a chunk of toast.
“It's one plate and a mug, Tian,” Mo Guan Shan sighs sounding like he’s had this exact conversation a thousand times. “Don't be a little bitch and wash them all. Don't waste soap.”
“Baby, look around. We can afford the waste.”
Mo Guan Shan levels him a look which He Tian stares right back as he continues to chew. It goes on for maybe a minute or two. A standoff with just their eyes, willing the other to back down first. 
He Cheng doesn’t quite know what’s going on between the stare down and the silence, but He Tian is the first to look away with a groan. The one to concede first, apparently.
“Uuughhh! Fine! Fuck it! Fine! I'll do the damn dishes.”
“Yeah, as you should,” Mo Guan Shan quips looking satisfied with his victory. He Cheng marvels at how easy it is for him when getting He Tian to do anything, even if it's for his own good, has always been like pulling teeth. “I’m gonna go call my mom. There's more coffee in the pot. Creamer ran out, but there's milk in the fridge.”
“You know I only take my coffee black.”
Mo Guan Shan watches with a flat expression as He Tian sips ‘his’ coffee with cream and sugar. He catches He Cheng's eyes and shoots him a look that says, ‘are you seeing this shit?’ which He Tian doesn’t catch.
“Uh-huh, sure.” He doesn’t bother contesting. “There’s more toast in the bread box.”
“Buttered?”
“Butter it yourself, idiot,” Mo Guan Shan shoots back making a face at him. 
“Can’t even do that simple thing for me, babe? Really starting to doubt this relationship right now.”
“Good. You shouldn’t get too complacent anyway, dick head.” He hops out of his seat and swats at He Tian’s grabby hands. “Do the damn dishes or I swear to god you won’t have anything to doubt anymore.” 
He Cheng watches the exchange and feels like he’s in a sitcom. He thinks about how his initial plan to get a bottle of water has led to him being caught between his brother and his boyfriend play fighting, flirting, and the domesticity of it all. He thinks about asking Mo Guan Shan how he does that whole thing where he just stares at He Tian and makes him yield but figures it would only work if you're Mo Guan Shan. 
He remembers a time when He Tian lowered his pride. Impulsive, insolent, and desperate, he came crawling back to He Cheng and was even willing to go as far as becoming something he hates. All for the sake of some boy, some school friend, some little pet project that he picked up because he was bored that morphed into something else, something more.
Mo Guan Shan made He Tian care for another. He made He Tian care so much he was willing to make himself into a monster for Mo Guan Shan, but stopped him just in time from going the deep end and even made him more human. Hell, Mo Guan Shan made He Tian care about himself. And for all that, He Cheng is grateful.
"Thanks," he says as much and means more than just the best scrambled eggs he's had in a while, but Mo Guan Shan would never know it. "You really didn't have to." 
"Huh. Oh, uh, sure.” It catches Mo Guan Shan off-guard, halting him from leaving the kitchen. He looks a little sheepish as he says, “It's nothing, really. It's just…it’s just eggs."
He Cheng just hums and nods at him once in dismissal. 
“Why are you so mean to me?” He Tian shouts after Mo Guan Shan, who’s already rounded the corner and only shouts back, “Dishes!”
He Tian scowls but there’s no real heat in it. He even asks He Cheng if he wants the rest of the coffee, which he declines, when he stood up to get more toast before tucking back into his eggs.
He Cheng sees that He Tian is happy, thinks Mo Guan Shan brings out all the best in him, and hopes to all the gods he doesn't believe in that his brother don't ever fuck this one up. 
He doesn’t realize he’s staring until He Tian asks, “What?” around a mouthful of toast. 
“Nothing,” He Cheng says as he finishes his coffee, and as he stands up he says, “Make sure you bring him along everytime you plan to come over. Otherwise, don’t come at all.” And just to spite him, he slides his empty mug closer to He Tian. “And make sure you do the damn dishes.”
He gets the desired effect. The glare his brother sent him is acrid and his next words make He Cheng want to laugh.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do.”
“I didn’t. Mo Guan Shan did.”
“Whatever. Shut the fuck up.”
He Cheng just smirks and doesn’t hit him for his impertinence if only because He Tian grumbling, “I was gonna do them anyway” has already made his day.
Later, as He Cheng sits on his desk looking over his schedule, he sees that he has an appointment with their legal team. A thought strikes him and he scribbles a curt note at the margins and tells his secretary to summon the family lawyers too.
He might as well update the family registry.
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edit: now posted on AO3! glad you guys like this piece. please leave kudos and comments there as well. thank you! :)
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soggycanoli · 4 months ago
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Metal gear..
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c0smoshit · 3 months ago
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hi hi i just wanted to say that i ADORE your fanfics omg… if you don’t mind / if it’s not too much of a bother, i’d be curious to know how the metal gear men would take care of their s/o during her period? mainly solid snake, big boss, and venom snake but feel free to include more if you’d like! really going through it with that rn lmao but i hope you’ve been well! stay hydrated and take care of yourself! <3
Thanks for the compliments dear!!
And ofc your wish is my command ;))
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Damn Periods
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⋆ ࣪. ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ≫ Solid Snake, Big Boss, Venom Snake and Raiden
⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ none, pure fluff!
⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ thank you guys for these requests, they are so cute😭
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Solid Snake (David)
★ At first he wouldn't mind your periods that much since he really didn't know how they worked
★ But if he sees you in any kind of pain be sure that this man is 24/7 on you
★ Want to be alone? That's alright with him. Want to cuddle all day long? Perfect. Want to go out? Let's go. Want to stay inside? He's already bringing the covers
★ He'll adapt, so don't stress too much about it
Now that you were here in Alaska, back with him again, the cold wasn't really a burden with such good company.
Waiting for him under your two heavy blankets that couldn't compare to the heat of his own skin, you craddled your arms closer to you, lower stomach cramping.
"Where were you? Off to Shadow Moses again?"
You whined as you saw him bringing a steamy cup with him, which you knew you had to share with him. He smiled as he pried the two blankets from your surprisingly still cool body, seeing you curled up.
"Wouldn't even dream about it darling"
You planted your feet against his bicep, chuckling as he hissed, goosebumps forming on his skin almost immediately.
"How are you still that cold?"
You smiled as you giggled at his stunned expression, grabbing the cup that was being handed to you, sighing at the feeling of his arms wrapping around your middle.
"This morning wasn't enough for you? Greedy girl"
He pinched your cheek as he smiled and you recalled the moment he was talking about; you wrapped on one of his fluffiest sweaters, forcing him to cuddle you in bed before he had to head off to take care of his dogs.
You pressed your back further into his chest, lolling your head to the side and resting it on his shoulder bone. Only your heads were visible as the dawn cascaded through the creaky wood.
"Still hurting?"
"Yeah"
You muttered out as you went to grasp your belly, feeling a pair of bigger hands already soothing the skin there, kneading softly and rumaging through the expanse of your skin.
You sipped your favourite warm drink he knew you loved, almost melting at the way he choose the perfect options for your taste buds.
"You're the best, really"
You nuzzled your cheek into his jaw, smelling his aftershave, the one you had bought him not long ago. Lifting your shirt, he finally felt the softness of your skin, massaging now your lower belly as he felt you melt under his touch.
"Better?"
You nodded, already feeling yourself close your weary eyes, nape resting on the expanse of his shoulder, legs resting between his own.
Big Boss "Naked Snake" (John)
★ I see him definitely being the meme of "What size pussy do you wear, woman?" When buying you pads
★ But jokes aside, he would be such a sweetheart with you
★ Will buy you any sweets too whenever he had to buy tampons or pads
★ Belly rubs are a MUST
Curled up on the bathroom floor as your cramps had gotten even worse when you had left the bed to change, stained cheeks that you tried to rub off and finally get up.
"Lets go back to sleep sweetheart"
You had already started to avoid questions like how the fuck was he able to sneak on you like that when the answer was pretty obvious.
He was indeed big boss
Hooking an arm under your knees and the other by your back he lifted you up easily, cringing at the way fat tears still rolled down your cheeks. He hated seeing you in pain, he hated your damn cramps even more than you did.
"It's okay"
He wiped your cheeks with his thumb as he laid back down on the bed with you, not even letting go of the princess carrying as he laid back down on your many pillows.
"Cmon sweetie, you're with me now"
You pressed your face on his chest, trying to surpress your incessant cries you didn't even know where they were coming from. He melted as you muffled your words into his naked chest.
"Didn't want to- wake you up"
Interrumpted by a hiccup you felt even more tears falling down your cheeks, making you separate your wet and hot face from his chest, rubbing your eyes.
"Don't waste such a pretty voice in such fool words"
He whispered out, grasping your hair and pressing your face into his neck. Your hands now hugged his neck as he laid down a bit, finding a comfortable position and pecking your head on the process, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb on your knee.
You both fell into a comfortable silence and when he looked down he saw his wet chest and your beautiful pout as your lips were pressed tightly into his pectoral.
"Sweet dreams"
Venom Snake "Big Boss"
★ His overprotectiveness definitely goes up to a 100%
★ He doesn't want to see you moving a muscle, and less if your periods are painful
★ Cuddles, baths, belly rubs, pills, pads, whatever you ask for, he is giving
★ Will stay in the bath with you, doesn't care if he ends up all bloody, he's used to it anyway
You were out again, after he had told you multiple times to stay back at your shared home. He found you trying to fix one of his guns you knew he used a lot in missions, fumbling with it on the desk.
He always thought you looked way too cute to be holding such weapons and he couldn't help but smile at the sight. But then he saw that you were hunched on the chair, remembering why was he here on the first place.
"Works over, you're coming back"
Turning around you didn't even have the time to greet him before he had you scooped on his arms, dragging you back to your room with him.
"I can still walk yknow"
He chuckled, opening the door with his foot.
"Yeah, but you love my arms too"
You sighed as he ploffed you down on the bed, bouncing a bit by the impact and you almost immediately felt the pain again as you got comfortable.
"This is why I hate having no distractions"
You muttered as you hid your face on the pillows, letting him take off your pants for you, lifting your hips so he could slide them off.
"Well, I sure am having a distraction right now"
You didn't even look at him as he patted your thigh. Letting him lift you up to take off your jacket and shirt as he made sure you didn't have to move a muscle while putting your pijamas on. You heard some shuffling behind and you guessed he was getting ready to bed too, already getting yourself comfortable under the covers as you waited for him.
"See? All nice and comfy here, not out there getting yout hands dirty for me"
He pulled you into his arms immediately after laying down on the matress, rubbing your back with his thumb.
"I do it because you deserve it"
Raiden (Jack)
★ this man is an absolute vamp so he isn't grossed out by some blood
★ uses your period just to give you belly rubs, he loves massaging your skin sm
★ like solid, if you are in any kind of pain he is going to be 24/7 on you
★ periods with Raiden definitely consist in constant massages, movies and many, many cuddles
He was sitting on the other end of the couch, watching the movie he couldn't stop telling you about. Looking at you to see your reaction to a particular scene, he saw that something was wrong.
"Do you not like it? We can watch anot-"
"It's not that, I just, well..."
You cut him off and now you were both looking at each other and he could see ypu grasping your belly as you laid down, making him finally figure things out.
"Oh, so It's that again"
"Don't worry I want to watch it either way- what are you-?"
You said between giggles as you felt him move over the small sofa, lifting your body so you were now sitting on top of him, his surprisingly soft hand landing on your chest, motioning you to lay down further into him.
Your lips let out a little whimper at the feeling of new added preassure to your tummy.
"Tell me if you want me to stop or something"
He whispered into your ear as his eyes still danced through the screen and soon, the preassure had became a new soothing feeling.
"Please don't"
He smiled into your hair, hands still rubbing slow but firm circles, trailing lower and then back up, all over your soreness.
You soon found yourself actually watching the movie, placing your hands on his tattoed arms as your nape rested almost on his chest now. Feet supporting yourself on his thigh, you were almost laying completely on him.
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sevinite · 2 years ago
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holding the diamond dogs in my palm. oh how i love you all
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couldtransitionsaveher · 29 days ago
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SOLID SNAKE from METAL GEAR SOLID
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JUSTIFICATION:
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natsuki-bakery · 4 months ago
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⁎˚ ఎ Metal Gear Solid Agere ໒ ˚⁎
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hi hi hi can i please request some little!otakon and cg!solid snake hcs??
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Age Regressor Otacon
•Otacon loves playing with tech-related toys like building blocks that look like mini-computers or assembling simple robot kits. His interest in technology is present even in his regressed state
•He enjoys watching animated shows and cartoons, especially those with sci-fi themes or robots. These shows provide comfort and nostalgia
•Little Otacon has a favorite stuffed animal, possibly a little plush version of Metal Gear Rex or a character from one of his favorite animes, that he keeps close for comfort
•He enjoys quiet activities like coloring, drawing, or reading simple picture books
•Otacon feels most comfortable in soft, oversized clothes, like hoodies and sweatpants. He has a particular fondness for anything with cute, geeky prints
•Snack Time : He loves snacking on simple, comforting foods like cookies, apple slices, and juice boxes. Snake often prepares these for him, knowing his favorites
•Hide and Seek : Otacon enjoys playing hide and seek around their safe house. It's a fun way for him to engage his mind without the stress of adult responsibilities !
•He has a favorite blanket that he carries around, often using it to wrap himself up when feeling particularly vulnerable
Caregiver Solid Snake
•Snake is extremely protective of Otacon and always ensures he's safe and comfortable. He pays close attention to Otacon's needs and moods
•As a Care Giver, he is patient with Otacon's regressions, understanding that it's a way for him to cope with stress and trauma. He never rushes or pushes Otacon to "grow up" faster than he's ready
•Snake plans activities that are engaging and soothing for Otacon, whether it's setting up a movie night with his favorite cartoons or organizing building block sessions
•Storyteller : Papa Snake tells simplified, adventurous stories from their missions, turning them into bedtime tales that are exciting yet comforting for Otacon
•Despite his rough exterior, Snake is skilled at preparing simple, delicious meals that Otacon loves. He often makes fun, child-friendly dishes
•He provides physical comfort, whether it's a reassuring hand on Otacon's shoulder or letting him cuddle close during particularly tough times
•Snake understands the value of quiet, non-verbal support. Sometimes, just sitting with Otacon and being a calm presence is all that's needed
•Dada Snake always has a plan for keeping Otacon safe during unexpected situations, including a special "safe spot" in their home and go-bags ready for quick exits
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If you're in the basic criteria , are DSMP fans, vivziep0p fans , h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl blogs, nsfw/k!nk blogs, anti-agere blogs, or anti Christians/Christianity blogs : just dont interact !
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r3dr3ality · 20 days ago
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Me: Mermaids wouldn't have b00bs because they serve no purpose to them biological since most egg laying animals (- the platypus) do not produce milk and would only hinder their swimming ability.
(Is booed off stage)
Me: . . . That's fair
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bongwater777 · 2 years ago
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some dumb stuff with Volgin
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yuripira4e · 3 months ago
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Before otasune week ends I just want to take a moment to plug my playlist
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sporkberries · 1 year ago
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lezbiansolidsnake · 11 months ago
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errmmmm hi everyone. some stuff ive drawn!!!!!!!!!!!
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