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imagines-by-cleo · 2 years

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Cat got your tongue?

Revolver Ocelot X Fem!Reader NSFW

CW: SMUT, alcohol, teasing, hair pulling, blowjobs, edging, begging, overstimulation, dumbification, unprotected sex, tooth rotting fluff

Back at it again with more mgs fics! This one actually turned out better than I expected and I think it might be one of my favorite reader inserts I've written so far. I'm not expecting this to get a lot of attention but if you do happen to like it I am willing to write more and I'm always taking requests!

"So, why did you choose Ocelot for your codename? Cause I don't think they're native to Russia." You asked, speech slurring slightly as you swirled the half drunk glass of vodka that he insisted was the best.

The night was getting away from you as you entered one meaningless conversation after another, the alcohol and small talk served as mere distractions from the reason you were meeting in the first place.

"No you're right, they're native to Texas, I believe." Answered the man being questioned, before finishing his own glass.

"Ah! So that must have something to do with the whole cowboy aesthetic." You exclaimed, extremely proud of your detective work.

"Are you trying to figure me out?" He teased while leaning back against the couch you both were sitting on without losing the amused look in his eye.

"I could ask you the same question." You replied, doing your best to best to stay collected as the alcohol took effect. "I know why you brought me here."

"You know a lot of things. Things that can be very useful to the Diamond Dogs." He noted before taking the bottle from the nearby coffee table and refilling your drink.

Your surroundings couldn't have made it more obvious, dim lights, comfortable furniture, booze that was most definitely laced with truth serum. This was a sugar coated interrogation.

"Is that your plan? To talk me into working with your gang of mercenaries?" You laughed though that did nothing to deter his attempt to coerce you.

"We prefer the term 'private military organization', and we're hoping that with your connections you can help build us into more than a just bunch of thugs with a little firepower." He continued, sliding closer to emphasize his last point. "Put the diamond in diamond dogs, if you will."

The playful tone of his voice made your heart drop, here you were discussing politics and secrets that could very well lead to a third world war, but it was all just a game to him. Though the idea of running off to join a rogue military group wasn't appealing at first, his attitude was showing you the more romantic element of it and if it's all a game you might as well play along. Besides, you didn't get this dolled up for just a job interview.

"I hope you don't think you can just win me over with a few drinks." You cooed, taking another sip from your glass.

"Don't you worry, we'll be sure to make this decision worthwhile." He answered while taking the drink right from your hand and setting it aside.

Determined to maintain the upper hand, you kept your eyes locked with his, even as the unmistakable feeling of a gloved hand traveled up your leg.

"What about my reputation?" You asked, batting your half lidded eyes. "No one will trust me with intel if word gets out that I'm working with mercs."

Backing away as he moved closer you gently fell on your back with his body caging yours as he whispered. "It'll be our little secret."

With his face mere inches away from yours the standoff began, his breath hot and sweet mixing with yours, your mouth parted gently and begging for attention. You thought had won the second his lips met yours but were cruelly tricked when he quickly pulled away, his smirk spreading wider when you longingly raised your head to chase the contact. Deciding to up the ante you grabbed the bright red scarf around his neck, other hand tangling in locks of silver and gold as you passionately forced your mouths together, once he groaned into the kiss you took that as your queue to push him away.

His face when you parted was nothing short of a treasure, his cheeks red as the lipstick that had transferred from your face to his, hair tossed and eyes unfocused while he tried to make sense of the situation. You might have been the first person in a decade to see him so perplexed and you were loving every bit of it until he shot you a daring look before dipping down to taste your neck.

The tangy taste of leather touching your parted lips prompted you to bite down, helping Ocelot pull off his glove. Now freed, his hand lifted your dress and traveled up your bare leg, stopping to stroke at the sensitive skin at the top of your thigh. With the help of previously consumed alcohol you felt weightless, perfectly pliable in his grasp, aching for the next caress. Fingertips ghosted over the fabric of your panties while his teeth grazed your jugular.

"Fuck..." The glove fell from your mouth as you sighed.

His lips curved into a smile as his teeth sunk into your neck, slow and deliberate touches burned every nerve and talented mouth stole the breath right out of your lungs. A single finger teased your clit as it hooked under your panties before sliding them down, excited to receive the attention you lifted your dress and raised your leg to assist their removal, only to be left spread out and wanting.

Rolling your hips forward into the expected touch you found nothing, above you Ocelot sat back against the couch twirling your lingerie around his trigger finger. Biting back the urge to protest, your frustration couldn't have been more obvious.

While tilting his head, he had the nerve to ask. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

Pouting like a petulant child you sat up and dropped to the ground by his feet. With a forceful push you parted his knees and slid between, making quick work of unbuttoning his pants, ignoring the belted holster around his hips.

"If it's my tongue you're after..." You replied, words punctuated with the swish of a zipper.

His cock barely needed your assistance in being pulled out, springing erect on it's own at the earliest opportunity. Leaning back with his arms spread he tried to play it cool, but the way his leg jerked as you traced a single digit along his throbbing shaft told a different story. Wrapping your lips gently around the tip you felt his muscles tense as he braced for the rest of your mouth, it shouldn't have come as a surprise at this point when you left him with nothing but a teasing peck.

Hearing him snort you looked up eager to witness his reaction, with a roll of his eyes he turned his head to the side, doing his best to look unamused. Using only the tip of your tongue you licked up and down his stiff length, grazing every vein along the way, occasionally stopping to gently suck the head for a quick moment before continuing to torment him. After letting your mouth water over the top, cool beads of saliva ran down his shaft, making him shut his baby blue eyes tight at sensation.

Ocelot was about to break, you could feel it, though he was putting up quite the fight. You weren't sure how long you had been giving him tiny kitten licks and rubbing little circles over his balls with your thumb, but his ragged breathing signaled his impending surrender. The heat growing between your own legs was getting harder to ignore, not to mention your knees were getting sore from kneeling on the hard floor. While planting firm slow kisses along his cock you ran your hands up and down his clothed thighs, trying to coax some kind of response from him.

"пожалуйста...пожалуйста..." He panted over and over.

The words made you stop, you never expected him to outright beg, much less in his native language. Warmth and the rush of newfound intimacy filled your heart where you expected a sense of triumph. The mask was off, the game was over, all that was left were two bodies that couldn't last another second without the other.

Rising as fast as your tired legs would allow, you straddled his lap, lifting your skirt as you positioned your body. The way his already slick cock dragged across your dripping slit made you hiss, his hands urging you to drop as they grasped your hips, nails digging into your skin as his grip tightened. With your forehead pressed to his, looking into his eyes, pupils dilated with lust, you shared a sigh as you finally sank down. it was all too easy to start moving given how wet you had become, rhythm was hard to find as you rose and fell, relying on his hands lifting and pulling your hips in time.

Throwing his head back against the couch, the slow pace making him revel in every inch of his length disappearing deep inside of you. Yanking off his red scarf to expose his neck you tossed it aside and tore his shirt open, running your fingers over any bit of skin you weren't sucking or biting at. One of his hands slid up your back, unzipping your dress and letting your breasts bounce free, while the other hand stayed methodically guiding your movements.

Even with just one hand, his grip wouldn't allow you to go any faster. The burn was unlike anything you had felt before, like being overstimulated yet still deprived. Anticipating an increase in speed your pussy drooled endlessly as your sensitivity grew, ruining the front of his pants as wetness flowed down your thighs.

"Ugh, you make me so wet."

He brushed the hair away from your face before pulling you in for a messy kiss, your bare chest rubbing against his clothed as your bodies drew closer. Forcing your tongue past his lips with little resistance you tasted more of the vodka you had previously shared as his fingers twisted your hair tighter.

Pulling away briefly, Ocelot moaned your name. Your real name, that you never told him. Disregarding the urge to wonder how he came to know it you were overcome with the desire to hear it again. Finding a way to resist his restrictive grasp by pulsing your tight hole as he moved you up and down at the torturous place, the act taunting and provoking him to take more of you.

"Say my name again." You breathed out

An arm snaked around your back, the other lifted your knee as he twisted your position, making you lie on the couch. He whispered your name once, then again between placing a kiss on your cheek, your neck, your chin, behind your ear. To every call you responded with a new sweet sound spilling over your parted lips.

Every thrust was reaching a new depth now, any other man this pussy drunk would be having their way with you like an animal, but not him. The same exquisitely agonizing speed continued, his cock dragging across your sweet spot while your whole body begged for just the slightest rise in pace. Any confidence you displayed earlier was long gone, whimpering in a pitiful fashion as your body writhed. He wasn't even overpowering you in anyway yet you still felt so helpless beneath him.

"You want it bad, don't ya?" His voice dripped with the faux southern accent that you couldn't get enough of.

"So bad..." You whined, hips rising into his thrusts, telling him more than your words ever could.

That answer seemed to be good enough for Ocelot, an accomplished grin spreading on his face as he gave you the speed you had been craving. His momentum rough, wild, passionate. Cinching your legs around his waist, the unremoved gunbelt dug into your flesh, you found it easy to ignore now that your needs were finally being indulged.

Driving into you with such a deliberate force sparked embers in your lower stomach that gradually spread through your whole body, the flames fanned by the gloved hand slipping between your legs. Your climax approached slowly, every time you thought you reached the peak the feeling increased, tremors spreading through your limbs while your moans turned to whimpers.

"That's it, that's it." He softly cooed, guiding you through the orgasm.

Determined to feel your core continue to flutter around him while he spilled out he rubbed in slow gentle circles around your clit, prolonging the waves of pleasure that continued to rush over you. You heard him mumble a few more words that you didn't have the clarity to translate while the warmth of him finally bursting in you spread through your insides.

Hands wantonly explored each others bodies, desperate to not part from the intimacy you two had created for as long as possible. It was a rarity in your lifestyles, being held this tenderly. At this point when 'negotiations' were over you'd be pulling your clothes back on, sparking a cigarette and getting ready to leave. Not here, you were already planning your next return and had no doubt Ocelot was doing the same.

Carfully lifting off of you and lying back on the other end of the couch he spread his arms inviting you to happily crawl between. Resting your head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall while his panting slowed to soft deep breaths you heard his heart beating, prompting you to take his hand and place it on your chest so he could feel the same while you sat quietly and enjoyed each others existence.

"Gonna be a good girl and come work for diamond dogs?." He asked, voice rough and tired.

So quickly after experiencing that kind of mindless pleasure he gained the capacity to focus on business. Whether it was out of avarice or loyalty to his organization you couldn't tell, at least not in this state. Nonetheless you had nothing but admiration for that kind of dedication.

"When do I start?" You teased, nuzzling into his chest, feeling the deep soft laugh that followed.

After a long while the clock on the other side of the room caught your eye, drawing attention to not only your state of undress but how long you had been that way.

"I should probably leave soon." You stated, though you made no effort get up.

There was no rush for you to go, you had no where in particular to be and it wasn't as if you weren't currently laying on your new employer. However if you were going to work with these people you weren't about to tolerate jeers and rumors about you and the length of your little meetings with Ocelot that were definitely true but nobody else's business.

Sitting up and pulling the thin straps of your dress back over your shoulders, you were surprised to receive some assistance in zipping up the back. His fingers trailed up your back and around to the mark he had previously left on your neck, letting out a sentimental sigh while tracing over it.

"Here." He called, picking up the long since discarded scarf off the floor then tying it around your neck. "It's cold out tonight."

Taken aback by the gesture you couldn't think of anything to say, a simple thanks wouldn't be enough after receiving the accessory he was never seen without.

"What's the matter?" He asked, noticing your confusion. "Cat got your tongue?"

You laughed before kissing him one more time, as that was the only way you could think to appropriately express gratitude. Wishing you could stay in his arms a little longer you reluctantly parted, smoothing out your dress, wiping away the smeared makeup, working out the tangles in your hair and trying to look as decent as possible.

The glaring issue of not having anything underneath made itself known when you stood up and felt a cool wetness dripping from between your legs. Squeezing your sticky thighs together you looked around the floor, on the couch, anywhere you might have left your panties.

"Have you seen my..." You asked, gesturing vaguely around thr room.

"I have no idea where they could have run off to." He told you.

He was a good liar, but he wasn't fooling you. It was only fair he kept something of yours anyway. Deciding to drop the issue with a prayer that your thighs would dry off on their own you walked toward the door, soon to be escorted by Ocelot once he sorted his own clothes out. He opened the door for you, noticing the guards coming down the hall his attitude changed drastically.

"When you find the information about the troop movements in Kabul be sure to..." He trailed off as the guards passed none the wiser, grabbing you by the scarf and pressing his lips to yours a final time.

"Anyway." The blush on your face dismantled your femme fatal attitude as you stumbled through the goodbye. "I'll be in touch."

Giving you one last smile and a nod Ocelot leaned on the doorframe while he watched you disappear down the hall. Knowing eyes stared at you while you made your way outside, more accurately at the bright red scarf you wore. Holding your head high you meet their gazes with dignity, unashamed at the implications of being marked as you were. Stepping out into the night you nuzzled the fabric around your neck, inhaling the scent of musk and gunpowder that it carried, hoping that it would never fade as long as you kept it.

#metal gear solid #revolver ocelot #mgsv #mgs ocelot #ocelot x reader #mgs imagines #mgs x reader #mgsvtpp #mgs fanfiction #mgs smut #mgs fanfic #mgs tpp

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lucky-draws · 2 years

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outfits for your first mission with him! (pls credit me if u post elsewhere im @ little-miss-miller-xoxo) im new to this but i might do some more imagines for the mgs boys if ppl want!! xx

#metal gear solid #mgs #<333 #adamskas special princess y/n <3 #big boss #kazuhira miller #revolver ocelot #mgs x reader #sorry for this but i must amuse myself now and then

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pandoradoesotherstuff · 2 years

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Unexpected...

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A/N: My other half played through Metal Gear Solid 5 for the first time and now I'm a little obsessed with cowboy Ocelot. 🤦😂

Anyway I tried my hand at writing a few scenes for him, I hope they're okay!

Enjoy. ❤️

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Ocelot grits his teeth as he sees you of all people step off of the helicopter at Motherbase. If it was up to him he'd never have contacted you in the first place but sadly it wasn't up to him, it was up to Big Boss and he'd insisted that you be brought along. Said you had the contacts and top secret intelligence needed to complete his current mission.

As much as he hated to admit it Ocelot had no doubt about that. You were a mercenary of sorts, except you bought and sold information, sulking around the darkest dankest corners of the globe, contacts in bad places and friends in worse still. But just because you could be useful didn't mean that you should be there at all.

Miller nudged him as you made your way over to them but the dark look Ocelot gave him kept Miller quiet. Even he had his limits.

"Adamska, long time no...see". Your eyes slowly look him up and down, lips curling up into that smirk he'd grown to hate.

"That's Ocelot to the likes of you". His voice is dangerous and low, southern twang growing stronger with his irritation.

"We'll see".

Miller snorts as Ocelot rolls his eyes, turning his back on you already but red gloved hands hovering close to his beloved revolvers. Just incase.

You watch the tall straight back of Adamska disappear into an office a little ways off.

"How long do you think it'll be before he takes a shot at me?" You grin at Miller.

"I'd give it another five minutes at least".

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Ocelot stands on one of the upper decks of Motherbase, sea breeze blowing gently as the sun starts to sink below the horizon, arms folded across his chest, steely eyes focused on the scene below.

You were tussling with one of the recruits, practising your own version of CQC while a group of them watched. It seemed like the recruit had the upper hand, their arm wrapped around your throat trying to choke you out. Despite himself he smiles just a little. He'd seen you escape countless times, it was only a matter of time.

"Three...two...one..." He counts under his breath. Then it happens. You stop trying to pry their arm away and instead poke them hard in the eyes. He can hear the recruit yelp from his high position.

You then elbow the recruit as hard as you can causing them to finally let go but you don't stop there. You grab their arm again, using your body weight to pull the recruit to the floor along with yourself, your thighs wrap around their head and neck in a vice like grip, arms held by your own so they were now trapped.

Ocelot's stomach twists a little, unwanted memoires of the past flooding his mind like a tsunami. He'd been in a similar position more than a few times with you himself albeit doing something very different. As much as he hates to admit it and god knows wild horses couldn't drag the confession out of him, he still remembered every thing about you. The way your lips tasted in the rain, the feel of your skin on his, your thighs wrapped around his head as your voice grew more frantic and-

-No!

That was enough of a trip down memory lane for one day.

The sea breeze felt good on his slightly flushed skin just then as he looks back down again. You had finally let go of the recruit, kneeling next to them as they tried to catch their breath, you patting them maybe a little condescendingly on the shoulder.

Ocelot adjusts his trousers trying to ignore the slight tightness in them as you and the group of recruits disappear into the dining hall. For a second he thinks about going down there by "weird coinsidence" so he could keep an eye on you but if Miller ever found out he'd never hear the damn end of it.

"When are you going to get the balls to talk to them finally?" The very man himself says from his left. Ocelot draws out his revolver with a quick flip and points it straight between the other man's sunglass covered eyes.

"Not. Another. Word".

* * * * *

Ocelot's stomach drops as he sees you in Big Boss's arms. Your pallor was deathly pale, bandages wrapped around your waist already saturated with blood, head lolling back and forth as he steps off the helicopter. The two men share a look but no words are exchanged between them as the medical team rushes you away on a stretcher for immediate treatment.

Big Boss moves to stand next to Ocelot, lighting up a cigar before taking a deep drag and finally talking.

"They'll be alright", was all he said.

Ocelot didn't answer.

* * * * *

The room is pale white and sterile looking, smelling strongly of disinfectant, the only noise coming from the steady beeping of your heart monitor. You were lying perfectly still on the hospital bed, eyes closed, chest gently falling and rising. Ocelot locks the door behind him as he enters, for once he wants to be alone with you. He hesitates for a moment before taking off one of his leather gloves and placing his large hand lightly over yours. You still haven't woken up since you got injured but he knew it was only a matter of time. He decides he should probably say something but the right words are hard to find.

"Here we are again кролик...after all the shit I went through last time I swore if I ever saw you again I'd shoot you right between the eyes. And you better believe I meant it. Then I saw you getting off the helicopter and I...I couldn't do it". He sighs deeply, pausing to think more on what to say as his thumb rubs across the back of your hand.

"Wake up кролик, please. We need you, Motherbase needs you. Hell, even I need you...пожалуйста, проснись". Ocelot puts his glove back on and leaves your hospital room as quietly as he could. Nobody needed to know he'd ever been there.

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"Come in", snaps Ocelot from behind his desk after hearing a gentle knock on his office door. His pen stops dead as he glances up and see's you standing there in the door frame.

"Got a minute?" You ask, looking unusually awkward. Ocelot sits the pen down with a little more force than necessary, staying silent as he focuses his steely eyes on yours.

"I'm leaving tomorrow for good. Bright and early". You pause waiting for his reaction but still he stays silent. Truthfully he was a turmoil of emotions, each one more complex than the last. "I guess what I came here to say was...I heard you in the hospital room Adamska. I was unconscious but still, I heard you. People like us can't ever be normal, we don't get to have normal lives and normal relationships but for what it's worth ты мне тоже нужен".

He doesn't get the chance to answer as you quickly turn around and leave, closing the door with a quiet snap behind you.

Not even 30 seconds later however, he hears the sound of a note being slid under the door.

"I hate depressing good byes, so come to my quarters later tonight and let me give you a better one".

#metal gear soild 5 #revolver ocelot #mgs ocelot #adamska #revolver ocelot x reader

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danddymaro · 4 years

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The Fallen Angel | MGSV Fem. Reader insert

So how did she end up at MB?

No Pairings, but includes a List at the bottom with links മ◡മ

Of course, this won't match up with all of the other works I have already put out, and that's alright, this can be independent, because, after all, it's just a pastime read for fun.

I thought it'd be interesting to put the scenario out.

Flashbacks are in italics : Example

Thoughts are italics in quotes : ‘Example’

Word Count : 2620

The Fallen Angel

Her terror-filled eyes were covered by a dirty rag and be it the actual dimness of the room, or the thickness of the cover over her eyes, she couldn't see a thing through the blindfold, rendering her completely blind and cast into a world of pitch black.

The room, smelling of both rusted metal and rat piss made her empty stomach twist and turn like a wrung cloth and as a result, she felt bile threaten to rise out through her tightly clenched teeth.

"Where..?" She breathed with an accompanied whimper.

'Where am I?' She wondered helplessly, not knowing where she was, or how she even got there to begin with and she had so many questions to ask, all of them running in her head before they abruptly stopped at a new sound.

It was then that a chilling, creaking noise perked her ears, causing her to grow alert, her face shooting to the direction of the sound with anxiousness.

She then felt the world stop, the sound of heavy rushing water and loud echoing drums ringing inside her ears. At the very moment, she couldn't just feel her blood rush, but also hear it, the sound eerily similar to the ocean’s unrelenting wild waves as they crashed onto rock surface.

Her heart raced, the sound booming at its highest volume with exuberance.

She didn't know who or what was standing before her, nor what had been their initial intentions, but she could only hope they had compassion over her, or at least, felt even the slightest bit of pity for her as she lay there on the cold, filthy floor.

Her hot tears seeped through the makeshift blindfold as excitement and fear filled her, unknowing of just what was her fate.

She could only hold onto hope, the faith nested deep within her breast soon overwhelming her, trying to convince her that her fate would change for the better.

“Please… Please!” she hiccupped, “Please let me go! I promise ! I swear I don't know anything! I don't have anything...I don't know anyone...!” she choked out while shivering.

'- I don't know what I've done wrong,' She went on.

She then felt a hand pull up the cloth around her eyes, freeing her from the black isolation with the very moment.

With a short gasp, she looked straight on to find the dimmed figure of a tall man, his dark silhouette seeming large and imposing even as was he kneeled before her laying figure.

"- I'm gonna get you out of here," He assured her, his voice low and gruff as he addressed her, “Just do as I say,” he added as his hand which she noticed was in actuality a prosthetic, traveled up to his face, the index pressed against his lips as he kept his eyes on her, waiting for a signal of compliance.

Nodding, she said nothing more, her lips glued shut, not wanting to jeopardize her chance at escape.

‘Just get me out of here,’ She silently begged, willing to do just about anything if it meant she could be free.

The sound of approaching footsteps came from outside the room and, silently the man within the cell slipped into the darkest corner of the room, his hands both set before himself to tackle the new arrival.

Amazed, she watched him move, (e/c) colored eyes peeled wide to capture his every step.

He was as fast as lighting, his arm curling around the other man from behind, pressing against his neck to restrain him as his other showcased a shining dagger, freshly sharpened and ready to use,

" Speak," he muttered, his low, somber voice having a sharpness as menacing as the blade in his possession.

It was all he said whilst restraining the other man, the sharpened end gently kissing the base of the captured masked man's neck all the while with the promise of doing much worse if he was defied.

Words spoken in another language were spewed out from the restrained male, the information bursting out like the water of a broken dam as he easily surrendered, knowing he was outclassed and at the mercy of the enemy.

After getting what he wanted, her savior drew back his dagger, his grip tightening until his victim fell limp, the stilled body silently falling onto the filthy ground as he was carefully eased down.

" Come with me, and not a word," Snake told her, once again repeating the same gesture to keep her silent.

With an enthusiastic nod, she smiled, her glossy (e/c) colored eyes shining with anticipation and joy.

She was then slung over his shoulders, easily carried by the male, even as he preoccupied himself with looking down at his electronic device,

“ So, the target's been moved to another location, right? ” he said whilst speaking into his radio, receiving a reply the woman could only register as faint, little static noises.

“...That means it'll be more security, huh?" He added with notable frustration.

“- Alright, In the meantime, I’ve got a prisoner here,” He informed his comrade, giving the women a side glance, watching the tears that still stuck to her lashes, and what was much more her small, sweet smile that made her face glow with happiness that made his glance last longer.

"- You're nowhere near a safe landing zone," He was informed by his personnel, "In which case, your safest bet is using the Fulton device,” He was further informed, and at that, he nodded,

"Alright, Stand by, " he ordered, his only goal during the time being to escape unscathed and much more, undetected.

Soon after, he snuck through the darkness, leaving no trail behind, the only evidence of his infiltration being the woman he escaped with and the man that was left in place of her in the depressing cage they’d contained her in.

Once outside, and at a safe distance, he strapped the Fulton device onto her, being sure she was buckled on securely by tugging at the belt one final time.

Worried, she looked up at him, “ w-what's going on?” She asked him, sounding small and mousy wearily training her eyes on the balloon that hovered her above the ground.

He said nothing more than a single word:

“Enjoy.”

A loud screech clawed its way out of her throat as she suddenly shot up, the ground she once lay on becoming a stranger to her. She was horrified, her voice instantly rawed by the loud howl she released.

With a glare she looked down at the man, finding him already looking up to her, watching as she ascended further.

The man who had saved her briefly looked up at her while she left the land, and as she caught sight of the small perk at the left corner of his mouth she couldn't help but feel a strange warmth of happiness blossom within her chest, the fear that she felt suddenly dying out.

In just that instance a grin overtook her, and smiling grandly she hollered out with joy, her arms spread out as she cut through the wild wind, and her horrified cry morphed into sheer delight.

- And it was unexplainable, but somehow, she felt like she was at her safest.

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“ ангел,” Ocelot said lowly, looking towards his boss as he spoke, giving him his full attention.

“That’s right, The Soviets called her ангел or...Angel,” Kaz muttered, reading the report in his hand, his eyes skimming over it with a sour downturn.

“It says here she just fell out of the sky,” He added while he then trailed his eyes up to the blue atmosphere, uncertain on whether or not he should believe the intel, finding it strange, enough to have both doubt and caution existing within him at the same time.

Nodding, Ocelot agreed,

“ From the intel we gathered it seems as though there was a beam of light from the sky, and when they went to search the area they found her.

She was unconscious, bare.

In a sense, completely new to the world,” He informed both Snake and Kaz, relaying exactly what he'd been notified.

"A few of the soldiers we threw in the brig confirmed it, and, from what we gathered, they were afraid to even look at her wrong, so they just threw her in a dark room and bound her as tight as they could." He explained, his arms crossed as continued to watch the brunette, observing him as he took in the information.

“There’s no place to trail her back to. So, it's like she doesn't even exist. " The silver-haired male went on,

“She says her name is (f/n), but that’s as much as she can tell us cause it looks like the girl had severe amnesia.

All in all, she’s a clean slate.”

“You sure about all of that?” Kazuhira said with scrutiny.

“100%, but if you don’t trust my judgment, you can take his word instead,” Ocelot said while pointing his chin towards the more silent male as he seemed to think, contemplating over the small moment he shared with her an hour prior,

She’d been properly introduced to the man that saved her, and during the interaction she couldn’t withhold her gratitude, thanking him repeatedly, simultaneously promising him her loyalty in return.

He was quiet throughout the entire exchange, though, she noticed a small smile lifted his features, and it made it all easier to trust him, the initial caution she had due to his dominant aura slowly leaving her as she saw the light expression.

Finding out about her lack of memory, he became understanding, because all in all, he believed her every word in that regard.

“- Stay,” He told her, “For now, you should stay,” He added, not willing to send out into the unknown world.

As strange as it was, if she wasn’t from their world, then how could she survive?

If he simply threw her out into the unknown, what would be of her?

“T...Thank you,” she said again, feeling as though it was the only phrase she knew because of how much she had uttered it, but she knew nothing else that could be said to the man that had saved her.

She knew no other words that could possibly even be equivalent to a life.

It was then that her body moved all on its own, going straight towards the man as she wrapped her arms around his strong body,

‘How can I ever thank you?’

‘How can I even begin to repay you?’

Perhaps it was straightforward, maybe even downright strange to him, but she knew she had nothing more that could be given to him,

“Thank you,” She breathed, repeating herself again.

‘Have you already grown tired of me repeating these words?’ She wondered with mild amusement, a small puff of air escaping her as she felt his arm rest over her back, the brunette being respectful enough to not draw any lower, and it was an indication that he knew just where her act came from, silently accepting it without any lecherous nature existing in him.

He genuinely cared for her well-being, and to her, it was plain to see.

She looked up at him with the same expression he’d captured upon their first interaction, the same one that was of joy, yet lingered with sadness, and most of all full of gratitude.

“She's telling the truth,” V said with certainty.

“ With that being said we can't send her out,” he went on, his brows tightly knit together.

'- It's a gut feeling,' He thought to himself, knowing that it wasn't enough to back his decision, but making the call nonetheless.

He then shook his head, deciding to take a calm walk along the base to clear his mind, leaving the two other men to themselves.

He understood how shady it all seemed, but somehow, he was convinced she wasn't a secret ploy against them.

- He truly did believe in her word, but there was no way he could prove it, especially with how muddied and shady her tale was.

Not a few moments after did the lovely (h/c) haired woman peep out from the medical bay, her sight mostly focused upon the bright sky, wonderment in her gaze as she thought back to what had been said about her, specifically speaking, the supposed story of how she even ended up captured in the first place.

And during then, she was observed,

“That's her, right?” Kaz said while eying her, watching the slow steps she took, taking in every movement that she executed.

Kazuhira's hidden eyes trailed up from the woman's small heeled feet, eyeing the dark, sheer pantyhose that hugged her legs, all leading up to the edge of the black pin skirt that ended mid-thigh.

skimming over her entire figure, he found his eyes set onto her face, studying its unsettled expression.

“Stunned, I see,” Ocelot said, nudging him, shooting him a knowing grin, taking the prolonged glance as something else,

“Stunned?” Kazura huffed, “More like, cautious... suspicious of her. We don’t know who she is, and yet we have let her onto our base of operations? So what, So she can familiarize herself with our base? With us? Our soldiers?” Kaz continued.

“For all we know, she could be working for Cifer, she could be one of his spies,” He said lowly, still maintaining his focus on the (h/c) haired young woman.

“...We’ve got more enemies than we can count,” he elaborated, "So who's to say she's not affiliated with one of them?" He then pressed on.

“I’m sure you're overthinking it,” the silver-haired man said whilst studying the female too, “Trust me, if you have a moment with her, you’ll understand,” he added with assurance, though, not at all convincing the other man.

“- She fell out of the sky,” Miller said flatly, “Sounds like a lot of bullshit to me,” he added with exasperation.

"But even then, it seems you two are insistent in letting her stay," He grumbled, knowing he was outnumbered, only being left with the option to keep his eye trained on her.

Feeling their sights trained on her, she then turned to their direction, eyeing them with the same curiosity they did her.

The two men were both were blondes, one golden-haired while the other was a lighter, silver-haired blonde.

She recognized the first, remembering that Snake had referred to him as Ocelot during her interrogation.

Though the two men were essentially strangers to her, she recognized one familiar face, that alone easing her.

Quietly, she gazed back at them, a small bashful smile rising throughout the while, her entire face showing uncertainty, yet placid kindness nonetheless.

Lifting his hand up in a halfhearted manner, Ocelot gave her a short wave, one she kindly returned, the same tender smile intact, even as she lined her sight with the other male, and what she was certain was an antagonistic glare, even while he wore shaded eyewear.

'You're not the first, and I doubt you'll be the last,' She thought to herself, regarding the harsh glare that was meant for her, knowing it came from a place of doubt and high caution, understanding where he came from because even she found her story hard to believe,

'I find it hard to believe too...' She silently spoke to the man, her eyes falling down and away from him as she saw him tear his attention from her, deciding to go a different route where he wouldn't cross paths with her.

'But it's the truth, And I have just as many questions as all of you do,' She added as her eyes found their way back to the atmosphere.

Where Will This Take You?

Quiet

Keep You Safe | To protect, even from a distance was a way she showed her bond.

Venom

In His Hold | She questions what her purpose is, and just what she has to continue to look forward to, finally coming to one simple conclusion.

With All My Heart | NSFW | First time together

A Collage Of You | You ever notice he has a collection of pictures on the wall of the chopper?

Glad You’re Back | With Him There she can finally sleep

I Missed You | Drabble | She missed him

My Peace | Drabble | He’ll make sure to protect his bit of peace

Stinky | Drabble | He comes Home Stinky

Ocelot

Name | She wants to know his name.

Sunshine | There’s a reason he calls her Sunshine.

roughly | NSFW | He gets a'lil rough with his (f/n)

Hidden away | Everyone else had become aware of their secret meetings

My One Truth | There are many things he can’t tell her, but there is one truth he can.

Impressed? | He tries to impress her

In My Opinion | Drabble | Kaz’s opinion on Ocelot & (f/n)

Kazuhira Miller

Care | She get’s hurt, and he knows it’s his fault, and it’s eating at him

Sweet Melody | PT.2 Of Care | He sings to her a song, one of his own, one inspired by the growing feeling in his chest.

Sweet Child Of Mine | Kaz as a new father.

A Simple Sorry | All He had to do was Apologize.

Ugly | He thinks he’s ugly. She disagrees with his point of view.

Defensive | When it Comes to her, He can’t help being defensive

Falling Into Step | It’s been a Full Year at MB.

Oblivious | Drabble | She’s been oblivious the entire time

Making Love | Drabble | There’s only one way he can love her

A Change Of Heart | He’d Sworn He never wanted children.

Someone Better | She thinks he could do better

What I Need | Drabble | It’s just what he needs

Act Like It | He’s always just staring

Extras |

Sweet Memories | The reader gets a picture out of baby boy Eli W/ A lil bit of Ocelot x Reader that’s barley noticeable you can just push it aside.

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mgsheadcanons · 4 years

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could you do one for ocelot, kaz, and big boss when their ftm partner is on their period and having a bad day ? 🥺❤️

(It turnes out to be more gender neutral, I hope that’s ok! Anyway, hope you’re doing well! Have a great day, buddy😇😘)

Ocelot, Kaz and Big Boss with their ftm S\O who is on period and had a bad day:

Ocelot

- He will take a day off to spend it all with you. He has much work but will find someone to substitute him there

- He’s gonna make you a massage of the lower back if you say it will do any good

- He’ll bring DD with him just to cheer you up a little bit

- You can’t help but smile at that good boy when it tilts its head to one side and wiggles its tail playfully

- Does he know the name of your favorite candies? He will figure it out if not and bring them to you. Anything he can find on the Mother Base

- Ocelot hands you a bottle with hot water and a big soft blanket. You will spend some time wrapped in it, with hot chocolate or tea, and DD lying next to you on the one side and Ocelot cuddling you on the other

- If it makes you relax, he’s gonna read you your favorite book out loud or tell one of those odd stories from his past, where you hardly could say if it is true or not

Kaz

- He’s gonna be the sweetest guy you’ve ever met during the whole day

- Actually, he’s always nice with you but on these days he beats all records

- He’ll turn into a “Mother Kaz” and keep swirling around you asking million questions with that grumpy face

- It’s gonna make you giggle internally about how serious he is about taking care of you, like it was at least an A rank mission

- When he notices that, he'll put on another worried face asking if something was wrong or were you nervous

- But as soon as you tell him about your thoughts, he will relax, rub the bridge of his nose taking off glasses and chuckle at how comic he might be looking

- He’ll bring you some self made burgers with all your favorite ingredients added. Made with love, it’s one of most tasty snascks on the whole base

Big Boss

- When it comes to this sort of things, he’ll act quite pulled away at first, but of course he is not leaving you all alone

- Not that he didn’t believe you or enjoyed seeing you in pain, he just thinks that it’s something common you have used to it

- He probably won’t put aside his duties and affairs, but he will leave only the most important ones on his list in order to deal with them as quickly as possible to join you

- Without a second thought he’ll do his best to help you, whether he doesn’t understand you completely

- He’ll bring all supplies and food that you’ll ask for, but he’s new to that and may bring you wrong stuff for the first time. Don’t be tough with him, the man is trying

- He will ask you to show where the pain is and begin awkwardly and clumsily rubbing that place, only for you to stop him by carefully grabbing his hands. Rough soldiers hands are not the best ones for delicate caring

- He is not a big talker and not that affectionate so he will keep silent for some time providing you his emotional and moral support by simply staying by your side

(pictures are not mine / found on Google)

#mgs #mgs headcanons #mgs5 #mgsvpp #big boss #mgsv #mgs ocelot #kazuhira miller #revolver ocelot #x reader #self insert #headcanons #hc #metal gear headcanons

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assassins-writing · 7 years

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Request: Number 25 from this list ❤ 25. “Let’s adopt twenty cats together and treat them like our children.”

Pairing: Connor Kenway x Reader (Reader is female

Note: Okay, I LOVED this request! It’s a little short, but still! Anyway... Modern setting with Connor and adopting animals because why not?

“Hey, Connor.” Y/N started, looking away from her phone and at the assassin, smiling when Connor’s eyes met her own.

“Yes?” Connor asked, head tilted slightly as he waited on Y/N to answer him.

“Let’s adopt twenty cats together and treat them like our children.” Y/N’s voice was even, holding a serious tone even though she was smiling at the assassin sitting just beside her.

Connor chuckled before looking away from her, shaking his head.

“We can not adopt twenty cats, Y/N. What if we can not take care of them all?”

“But, Connor! Hairy babies!” Y/N argued, smiling again as Connor laughed at her.

“We can adopt two cats, Y/N. One now, and another when we are used to having an animal living in the house with us.” Connor said, Y/N crossing her arms across her chest, trying to fake a pout but failing when Connor wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him.

“We could go to the shelter and get one today, if you would like to do that.”

“Really?!” Y/N happily said, looking at Connor as he nodded before kissing his cheek repeatedly. “Thank you!”

Connor couldn’t help the smile on his face at Y/N’s excitement, tapping her shoulder lightly before moving his arm and going to stand up.

“Come on, then. We need to get ready to go get a cat, do we not?” Connor said as soon as he was standing, turning to look at Y/N. Y/N stood up quickly behind him, whose smile had yet to falter.

Y/N then took Connor’s hand, pulling him towards the door.

“Let’s go already!”

“Why must you sleep on my shoulder?” Connor murmured, gently moving the kitten from his shoulder for the third time, earning a loud ‘meow’ in response.

“Connor, he loves you, that’s why! I don’t blame him, really, you’re the best pillow in the world.” Y/N said with a cheeky smile, Connor shaking his head at her.

“He is though isn’t he, Revolver?” Y/N then said, taking the kitten from Connor’s hands.

Connor just smiled as he watched Y/N with their new, furry family member, noticing just how happy the cat made her already. It wasn’t as if they had chosen him, though- the 6 month old kitten had reached to the two of them through the front of his cage, and wouldn’t stop meowing at them until they paid attention to him. It just so happened that Y/N fell in love with his one bright green eye and striped fur- and the kitten had demanded to be placed on Connor’s shoulder while they were walking around the shelter.

This, obviously, led to their current situation: at home, on the couch, with a new kitten keeping them both entertained already.

And though Connor wasn’t a cat person, he felt he could become one with as much joy as little Revolver was bringing the woman he loved.

#Connor Kenway x Reader #Connor Kenway #Ratonhnhaké:ton #Connor Kenway imagine #Assassin's Creed III #Assassin's Creed fanfiction #Assassin's Creed fanfic #AC fanfiction #AC fanfic #reader insert #I can't stop naming animals in these after Metal Gear characters?#look... The cat's name was almost 'Kaz' after Miller from MGS #WENT WITH REVOLVER BECAUSE I LOVE OCELOT NOT GONNA LIE

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danddymaro · 4 years

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Name | Ocelot x Reader

Idea: She wants to know his name.

Flashbacks are in italics : Example

Thoughts are italics in quotes : ‘Example’

Wordcount: 2742

Name

‘ I want to know your name…

I want to say it like we're close …

Ah...No...

Not just that...

No...

I want to be closer than that…

Above all else, I want to be trusted by you…’

As her eyes fell over the man, she felt her heart race, beating with an unsteady pace as she watched his strands of long, silky silver blow with the warm wind.

Batting her eyes quickly, she tore her gaze from his face, falling down to his gloved hand instead, silently placing her own next to his, right there, on the same chilled raining.

‘ I want to... But how can I? ‘ She grimaced, visually showing her internal discomfort as her brows creased, her lips pressed together into a tight, straight line that strained them.

Her wistful thinking did nothing but further her into distress that she knew would eventually morph into misery if she wasn’t careful.

Her little finger gave a small twitch, inching closer to his hand, the thought of it falling over his exiting her greatly, but of course, she stopped herself, deciding to hold onto the cool metal instead.

She held it sternly, her hand balled tightly as she lived through the cowardice decision with disdain,

‘ How can I?

How can I move closer to you when I still don't know you like I should?’ she asked herself, wanting to ask him instead, yet, lacking all the will it took.

‘ Why do I just want to give you everything?

Much more...

Why do you take? But never give?

Am I just not worthy of it? Is that it? Do you just not trust me enough?

I wish you’d tell me.’

She went on, having asked herself the questions over and over again, silently reciting the lines as though practice was all she needed, and one day she’d have what it took to question him.

“ I...” she started, barely breathing out the single word, feeling the words knot up in her throat right off the bat.

To her dismay, they were all jumbled there, afraid to pass through and be set free to be heard.

‘What can I even say to you?’ She wondered, notably downhearted.

It had all become so hard, and perhaps it was her fault, because all in all, he had no reason to tell her anything, and she sure as hell had no reason falling for a man she truly didn't even know to begin with.

‘ He didn't force me to fall in love with him,’ She thought dejectedly, remembering the fact.

She then stammered to say his name, or at least, the false alias he let everyone know, causing her to grow even more sullen as she uttered the address.

Just then, she felt a hand fall over hers, and with caresses of a gentle thumb, her wound-up hand lost its tense grip of the railing. Slowly, she eased, the warmth of his palm crawling all the way up her body, melting every bit of her tensed muscles.

‘ Sometimes I think I’m the problem,’ she told herself with light amusement, ‘But then you touch me so freely...And you always treat me so...’

She trailed off, her eyes peeking over to him, landing on his smile which gently touched the features of his handsome face,

‘ Differently.’ She determined.

‘So differently, that I dare to feel entitled to so much more,’ She added, while, in that very moment, she wanted to huddle closer to him.

He began to say her name, but was unable to finish as she withdrew,

“I have to go!” she said hurriedly, shaking her head as she backed away, her hand slipping right from under his, immediately being cradled close to her chest where she could feel her heart’s unsteady pounding.

“ Hey, hold on there…" He murmured in a soft, mellow voice, “ what's with that face?” He said stopping her, going as far as to take hold of her wrist, pulling her back to him as soon as he took a grasp of her.

Shocked beyond reason, her eyes rounded as wide as they could go, a short gasp leaving her as she soon found herself standing right before the man.

Her heart thudded loudly within her rib cage, the anxious muscle jumpstarted by the intense strength of his observant, icy orbs as they captured hers, holding them hostage upon the first connected glance.

She could feel her face scathing, burning hot to such a degree that she could only imagine it was practically glowing red, steaming like a dish straight out of the oven.

“- You've been actin’ real strange lately,” he commented, notable concern weaved within his observational remark, “Is something bothering you?” He continued on, his thumb's pad gently circling over the underside of her wrist where he’d yet to let her go.

The action was meant to soothe her, coax her into opening up to him more, but it had the contrary effect:

It furthered her already persistent feeling of distress.

“Care to tell me?” He asked her, his voice still painfully soft and sweetened as a gentle smile was worn on display.

Shaking her head, she refused to let herself open, “No...” she said weakly, tugging to free herself.

“So please, just let me go,” she pleaded him with the same notable shakiness and unease.

‘You make my mind blank, and my heart race so much...it’s impractical.

You make me act irrational, and everything you do gives me reason...

It gives me Hope...

Too much of it...’

At her request, there was a certain hardening to his eyes that made her heart still, knowing there wasn’t a chance he’d let her slip away so easily, especially not now that he seemed determined to uncover the truth,

“(f/n),” he said firmly, “What’s going on with you?” he pressed on.

Her face then contorted into a slight sneer, her two hands balled tightly with frustration,

“Why do I have to tell you?” She grumbled, her (e/c) colored eyes strayed far to the side, not planning to look at him as she uttered the words.

‘Maybe I’m overacting...

Maybe I’m taking this all out of proportion...’ She contemplated,

‘But shouldn’t I at the very least know something about you? Shouldn’t I be able to know the man I spend every day with...

Above all things, shouldn’t I at least be able to call you by your actual name?

Even if it’s in private, away from everyone else in the world...’

She compromised,

‘ I trust you.

In fact, I tell you everything.

So , is it too much to ask for you to give something in return? Or is it not my place to want such a thing?’ she wondered. ‘And if not, shouldn’t I be able to hold onto something that you can’t touch, especially if you’re one not to share?

Shouldn’t I find my distance?

...Eventually, wouldn’t I have to say goodbye to you?’ She thought with sadness.

There was bitterness laced within her tone, one he wasn't accustomed to, and taken back, he opened his eyes wide at her notable disdain, surprised the normally sweet girl had such spite, directed at him none the less.

His hold loosened, his hand falling to the side as his shoulders slightly slumped,

“(f/n)…” he started softly as he felt a pang in his chest, and with that little prick to his heart, he felt it grow heavier than usual, making his breathing feel somewhat lagged.

“ Why should you get to know everything about me?” She asked him, “How is it fair you get to … when I don't even know your damn name? “ She questioned him,

“... when you refuse to tell me anything about you!” She sniffled, a glossy sheet coating her lovely (e/c) eyes.

- And it was then that he could see just what burdened her, realization falling upon him in a way that made him feel stupid.

“I see…” he murmured, “Is that it then?” He questioned her with a small, dry chuckle, because, to him, it was inevitable.

“ Alright then, but I have a question for you too,” he said with a shine to his eyes, something that glittered with playfulness muddied with smugness.

“Why do you care so much, hmm?” He asked her, absolutely living for the immediate blush that bloomed over her face, “I’d be willing to tell you who I really am, only if you can tell me why you need these answers, ”

“You...You answer me first,” she said huffing, staring up at him, trying to downplay her fluster by holding her wavering glare.

“I suppose I could go first,” he started teasingly, “ But only if you can keep a secret,” he said giving her a playful wink.

Nodding enthusiastically, she agreed, watching as he came close to her, his mouth just an inch from her ear,

“You have to promise me you’ll only utter the name with me...swear to me that when we’re together, alone, It’s the only thing you’ll call me,” he said while in the close proximity.

Nodding, she swallowed down hard, waiting for his response, “I will. I promise,” She breathed.

“Adam. Only you can call me Adam. You can repeat the name as many times you want, but just in my presence (f/n), “ He told her, seeing the little shiver that struck her.

Nearing her more, he continued to speak,

“And to make certain that no one else hears, let’s make sure to always stay this close,” He advised her, holding back a snicker when he heard a little peep escape her,

“O-Of course...” She said soon after.

“Now... tell me why is it so important to you?” He muttered lowly, his fingers at her hairline, slowly grazing over her to clear away her bangs, parting them to get a better view of her glowing face.

“I just wanted to know,” She answered shyly, not knowing how to really tell him, or even if she should tell him just how she feels.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he mused, lifting up her chin, and by doing so directly looking into her (e/c) colored eyes.

“But I suppose that is what I deserve for being so vague with you, all while in turn, you give me everything.” He said with fondness, appreciating her willingness for him.

“There are many...many things you can’t know. “ He revealed to her, the statement making her nod with understanding,

‘I figured,‘ She told herself with dejection.

“ - For your sake.” He then added, the admittance causing her to look up at him with glowing eyes, taken back,

‘To keep me safe...?’ She repeated, slowly realizing that perhaps he wasn’t all that selfish, having more reasons to keep quiet.

‘He just wants to keep me safe,’ She thought to herself.

“But,” he said while brushing his lips over hers, “ But there are other things I can share with you,” He said while kissed her, both his hands pressed at the sides of her head, pouring every bit of himself into the single smooch.

She didn’t have time to be surprised, instead, falling into him more, immediately melting in his hands,

“Adam…” she sweetly breathed in between the press, drunk on the passionate mash, her hands needily fisting his tawny-colored shirt.

“Already?” He mused, a deep, chuckle resonating from him as he watched her be taken so much by him, all in response to a single kiss.

‘Here, and now?’ He mused.

With large, wondrous eyes she gazed at him, truly wanting to know,

“ Is it wrong?” She airily questioned him.

Was it wrong to already want more?

Was it wrong to be closer to him?

- Close enough for their skin to press against each other in a way that in the future, she would only remember being with him, and no one else.

‘What if, the only thing I want to make sure stays with me, is you?’

“Adam...I'll always be bare for you,” she said as she fisted her button-up shirt, giving it a rough pull to its right side, “I always have been,” she added with shame that quickly subsided.

Immediately, the blouse opened up, it’s little, clear buttons tearing off from their sewed spots, providing him a clear view of her heaved chest clothed only with a thin, cotton bra.

" Whenever you touch me...I feel warm." She confessed, letting him know that even the little brush ups they had left her yearning. “It’s been too long since I first discovered...” she then trailed off before swallowing thickly,

" I feel it here …" she said softly as her hand fell down to her wildly thudding heart, “Always here,” she expressed with certainty, facing him with an open heart,

"...and here…" she continued, gliding it down to her abdomen, "Here I feel warm, and nervous …I feel all the butterflies go wild." She said with a small, giggle while seeing him entranced by her, his eyes stuck to her moving hand.

" And then here… I feel warm here too…" she said whilst it traveled down further, right above a private, little spot that was still fully clothed.

“Especially now,” She informed him. “I was so ashamed before, but if you feel the same way about me, then, isn’t it right?” She questioned him.

" Do you feel too, Adam?" She said with a heavy breath, her hands then pressed against his chest, slowly dipping down as she peered up at him,

“Do I make you feel warm too?” She then asked him, still glancing at him, her hands falling down lower, running over his hardened length, while all the while she audaciously looked up to him,

“Adam?” she said again, her voice soft and low, holding a light husk to it.

“ What are you really asking me ?” He said softly.

She seemed to think long and hard, her lips pressed together before she shook her head, " Do you love me?" She asked him, clear as day to where he could make no mistake on what he'd heard, and there could be no misunderstanding.

Why hold back?

Why waste time?

‘Please just tell me,’

“My warmth… it's because of love. It is love. For some reason, it’s always been. " she explained. “Somehow, I ended up falling in love with a man whose identity was a mystery.

- A man who I knew essentially nothing about.” she confessed. “I've felt so stupid... Like such a fool for doing so, but I couldn't help it,” She added.

“ You told me there are things you can tell me, and this...This is something I should know,

So can you answer me? Can you tell me...Do you love me?” She asked pleadingly, wanting to know, much more, desperate to hear the truth.

“ Your awfully bold,” he said while amused, “I guess I’m just finding this side of you,” he added. “ Shame on me for assuming I knew everything about you, “ He added with a short mutter.

“I guess there are some things you have been keeping from me,” He told her with the same enjoyment.

‘ And all this time I thought I was the only one to hold back. I assumed I would have had to have been patient with you,

but you’re the one touching me…

Tempting me… going as far as to say you love me before I even had the chance to show you,’ he went on.

“You're putting me to shame sweetheart,” he chuckled, lips aimed, soon falling over her sweet lips, soon willing to claim every patch of skin.

“There are a lot of things I can’t tell you,” he told her again, “ And there isn’t much I can do to change that,” he revealed to her,

“ but it’s because I feel the same way, because I also love you,” he told her.

“I have, and if it hasn’t been obvious to you before, I’ll make sure you don’t doubt it now or later.” He guaranteed her.

‘By just knowing my name I’m at a disadvantage,’ He thought while pressing his forehead to hers,

‘But I can’t help but trust you, enough to love you,

enough to give you one of my secrets,’

“- Of course I do.” He told her, for once, giving his heart a voice.

‘If we share the same feeling, then somehow, in some way,

It’s right as it should be.’ She mused, her arms wrapped around him as he pulled her into the vacant room near them.

OPP I FORGOT THEY WERE OUTSIDE.

Good lord she did that outside LOL.

BAD (F/N) !!!!!

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danddymaro · 4 years

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Hidden away | Ocelot x Reader

Word Count : 361

Thoughts = ‘ Example ‘

Flashback = Example

Everyone else had become aware of their secret meetings

Hidden away

The silver-haired male always eyed her discreetly, his light blue orbs straying to her when he was certain no one else could follow their line of vision, relishing in her lovely sight even moreso when he wore shaded lenses.

And It wasn't as though it were a secret that they were together, because by then everyone had understood it.

They'd become aware of just how much closer he walked with her.

They realized that there was a little twitch to his mouth when she spoke to him, the little spasm occurring in spite of all his efforts to contain it.

He'd been able to control himself all his life, and yet with (f/n), it was different.

She was nearly impossible to overlook.

Moreover, his affection was plainly obvious when he smothered her cheeks, kissing her wholeheartedly while hidden beneath a shaded part of the base where no one else walked along.

The bright sign read 'under construction,' But really it was his little dirty secret, a secret little place he decided to make their special spot.

They had occasional, secret meetings he was certain no one could see, not taking into account that during that time of day, Codetalker basked in the light of the graceful sun, the elder man accompanied by MB personal that would catch the sight with little chuckles.

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"Dollface , I missed you," Ocelot said lowly, his mouth quick to press over hers, the abrupt action causing her eyes to grow wide, the woman thoroughly surprised at his sudden eagerness,

"A-Adam!" She squeaked, the little peep quick to rouse a rumble of amusement.

She then swatted him away, beginning to giggle as he nuzzled her instead, all in spite of her little shooing motion,

A whine fell past him while he pouted, his typically frosty gaze liquified as every bit of him melted down over her lithe, warm body,

"Didn't you miss me too?" He questioned her, her body flush against his,

"- Let's stay like this for just a moment longer, " He begged her, the smell of her (h/c) colored hair inhaled as he took the moment to embrace her.

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mgsheadcanons · 4 years

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I'm sorry, I didn't see "ask" button for the first time, so I duplicate the request here (still sorry for bad english). Can you please write some imagine about what are the traits that kaz, bb and ocelot are looking for in their potential s/o?

(Hey! The firsr request, wooo! Thank you, sugar! I didn’t know what appearance you wanted, so I wrote both for MGS3\Peace Walker and The Phantom Pain timelines)

Traits that Kaz, Big Boss and Ocelot are looking for in their future S\O:

• Young Kaz is a lady’s man and tends to be superficial. He probably doesn’t really look for something serious yet, a fast and sensual romance will suit him fine. He’ll like your wide smile, how nice and cute you are with him. Bonus points if you are communicable and like to hang out. He’s a master of flirt and awkward pick-up lines, seeing you blush will only provoke him to move ahead. But there’s a chance of getting his earnest interest tho. He is serious about his ideals and bonds, so if you share his philosophy, he will mentally agree on you joining the "club". • Older Kaz is a completely different person. He is searching for a kind and loyal partner who he can count on. He secretly thinks low of himself sometimes, that he cannot be as helpful as he used to. So if you make him feel important by your non-garish actions, provide emotional support and believe in him, he will never forget that. Such an attitude is gonna win his heart. But make sure you’re not nursing with him – that will probably hurt his pride. Kaz is quite grumpy and gloomy now but he appreciates your sense of humor. It makes him relaxed, and his heart softens when he hears you laughing.

• Naked Snake is not a type to fall for someone easily. Even if he feels an interest in you, he will refuse this sort of feeling and pretend that nothing’s happening. As some time passes, he’ll give up and can’t help but be impressed with your courage, independence and enigmatic personality. He’ll appreciate your wish to make the world a better place and your vision of how that can be reached. He may discuss these ideas with you and even share his views. He is admired with the thought of how smart and cute at the same time you are. • Big Boss is like a more mature version of a mature man. His way of caring about things may be not obvious at all. As his younger self, he would hardly admit that he has any sort of romantic interest in someone. He carries a heavy weight on shoulders and his life is full of sorrow, dark human desires, cruel men ambitions and ruined dreams. Big Boss will be amazed with your pure soul and a kind heart, as he almost forgot these traits. He’ll like how you make him feel calm and steady being there for him. Your caring and understanding attitude helps him feel himself a better man and forget about all bad things he had ever done.

• Young Ocelot is kinda narcissistic and can hardly decide what he really wants. He’s like a capricious kid who is hunting for candy in a bright wrapper. He is avid for praise and your sincere admiration will totally win him over. Ocelot will pay attention if he sees something non-conformist in you. He will like it if you tend to show the world your strong will and purposefulness while being smoother on the inside. Once he feels like the two of you can walk at the top of the world or perform the greatest illusion of the century, it gives him adventurous Bonnie and Clyde vibes. He will be happy to the Moon and back. • Older Ocelot is much more reserved in his thoughts and actions. He would appreciate your erudition, thoughtfulness and calm temper. First of all he’s looking for a soulmate, a person he can fully trust and can talk about everything on earth. Ocelot is a naturally sensitive person and always can say if the person is a liar, so don't you dare play with his kind intentions. If you love spaghetti-westerns, he will be surprised and more than happy that you share his hobby. He’s an intel and interrogation specialist and he’ll be rather grateful if you won’t call his methods into question.

(pictures are not mine\found on Google)

#mgs #mgs headcanons #mgs3 #mgsvpp #kazuhira miller #bb #big boss #revolver ocelot #hc #x reader #mgs5 #mgstpp #self insert #mgsv #metal gear #mgs ocelot

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danddymaro · 4 years

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Sweet Memories

Simple Sweet , little Fuckery. No real ships, just a pleasant read into the time spent at MB.

The reader gets a picture out of baby boy Eli W/ A lil bit of Ocelot x Reader that’s barley noticeable you can just push it aside.

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

Word Count : 1392

Sweet Memories

"Hello there my little man!" (f/n) said with a quirky smile out on display, “ Care for a picture?” she went on with the same joy, grinning from ear to ear with elation.

“What for?” Eli replied back dully, slowly raising his eyes up to hers, the same downturn of his ever-present scowl twitching slightly at the sight of her and the stupid little grin she wore.

"Well, what do you mean what for ?" She said with a huff, "To take a picture! To capture the day!" She cheered, her arms opening wide as she explained her reasoning to him.

If it'd been anyone else he would have scoffed and left without a word, but because it was (f/n) he sighed lowly, swallowing down his word of refusal.

It wasn't like he'd verbally agreed, but he didn't say no either.

And he didn't run off too.

'That’s as close to a good-willed yes as I'll get from him,' (f/n) reasoned, happy whilst she took in his show of compliance.

Settling behind him she put a hand to his shoulder, modestly posing with him until she watched the man that held the camera shake his head, not satisfied with the sight before him.

Ocelot dropped his shoulders, sighing lowly as he lightly lowered the camera, "Come on boy. Show off a grin," He encouraged the other blonde, wanting to make the shot count while simultaneously finding enjoyment in teasing the youth.

At the command the teen tisked, frowning even moreso, his booted left foot beginning to tap impatiently,

"Just get it over with old man," He bit back, receiving back a short snicker from the other male.

"- Now that you mention it," the young woman started, humming whimsically, “He's right. Come on now Eli, smile." (f/n) said before pinching his cheek to force the smile out, giggling when he huffed, crossing his arms tightly over his chest instead.

'I need a nice one to put in my album,' She thought joyously, having started the collage of memories to always keep them at her side, so no matter what happened she'd have something to look back to.

'I'll never forget you.

I'll never go through it again...

I refuse to let any of you be forgotten.'

She thought determinedly.

‘I want to make up for everything I’ve lost.

I want to be able to show everyone else in my future the thing’s that’d once made me happy.

Things like you Eli.’

"- You look so cute when you smile, " She then complemented the boy, " If only you'd show it off more," She said with dissatisfaction, wishing he'd do so more often.

“J-Just get it over with!” he stammered as she leaned over to him, the boy well aware he was glowing with the obnoxious color yet again, and it only made his face grow even warmer.

He wanted to hide and run away, but not before he let her have the little picture she was insistent on.

“So grumpy... (f/n) grumbled to herself, “ I guess if you don’t want to I shouldn't force you,” she started, beginning to draw back when his hand took a grasp at her sleeve, forcing her back, surprising her.

He pulled her back quickly, hastily putting them back in the same position as before,

“I said... Let's just get it over with,” he murmured, refusing to look at her, instead, forcing his eyes to look towards the camera, by then dropping his hands to his sides, waiting for her to return to her previous position.

"I want to," He insisted before growing silent, not moving an inch, barely even blinking as he waited for the picture.

He refused to show a smile, his face devoid of the little upturn she'd praised.

Instead, he pouted, the little, flustered expression worsening when she leaned down towards him, showing off a small smile, one that glowed with obvious joy that was even brighter than the one she felt before,

"You're so stubborn," She murmured before shaking her head, amused by his overall behavior.

Her attempt to get a smile out of him failed, but even so, she was happy with the result, glad to know that at the very least he'd granted her the small request.

'You could have just walked away,' She reasoned, appreciating the fact that he didn't do so. 'It means a lot to me that you stayed.' She went on.

'I know I can be annoying.

I also know that sometimes, I try too hard with you.' She thought to herself. 'I guess I've got a lot of flaws too huh?' She silently asked him, knowing that sometimes she was too much, but that even then he showed her placid kindness, doing so even at his worse times.

He was never unkind to her, his sweetness peeking through even while heavily masked by his stony defensiveness.

There was a quick flash, giving her 3-second temperament blindness afterward that left her stunned.

“Well don’t you two look cute.” The tactical instructor then commented, entertained by the glowing color on the young boy’s face, but moreover (f/n)’s obvious enjoyment.

He lived to see her happy, following her around all day with her little idea in mind, glad to oblige and doing everything it took to raise a smile out of her.

Soon after, it didn’t take too long until the boy ran off, cursing beneath his breath with words that left her stunned,

“That boy,” she said with astonishment, shaking her head while staring off at the invisible trail he had left off, " He’s worse than a sailor,” She muttered to herself, chuckling wearily.

Looking back to the silver-haired man (f/n) spoke, "You think he’s alright?” she asked with a featherlight worry.

“The boy is fine; Just camera shy I suppose,” he said grinning, knowing just what troubled the youth, but not willing to speak out about it to save him the embarrassment.

Though it was humorous to see him become so flustered, he wasn’t so much of a bastard as to let his little secret out.

“ So, where to next ?” Ocelot asked the smiling woman, waving the camera with excitement, waiting for her next suggestion.

A look of deep contemplation then came over (f/n), her eyes shut tight as her finger tapped over her bottom lip.

“Let's see...Where to... Where to..” she murmured, jumping slightly at the loud snapping sound right before her, blinking open her ( e/c) colored eyes to stare directly towards the held up camera, confused.

“ - I just couldn’t resist.” he started, putting up his hands in defense.“ But don’t worry sunshine. It’s a good one, trust me,” he said while giving her a thumbs up, accompanied by a little wink that made her shake her head.

She trusted him for the time being, rolling her eyes before she spoke,

"Alright, but if it's not it's going straight over that railing," She threatened him, flicking his shoulder with her index, giggling as he swatted the offending little limb off.

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“Hey...Adam..?" She then quietly asked him while momentarily keeping her eyes gazing up at the falling sun, finally taking rest from their little mission,

"Do you think he’d like to have a copy?” she questioned him with genuine curiosity.

"Who?" He asked her with a raised brow, tilting his head down to look at her properly.

"Eli. Do you think he would?" She asked him again, sounding just as soft and uncertain.

“ I’m sure he’d appreciate it,” He told her, reassuring her that while it'd seemed hopeless at first, At the end of the day the boy did care about her, finding a soft comfort with her that wasn't existent for anyone else.

“- I’d be happy if he did,” she admitted, slowly turning to him, “And thank you,” She added with appreciation,

“Thank you for everything,”

She said while she clutched the small album to her chest, grateful for everything that’d been included in her life at the base.

The collection of sweet memories clutched to her chest only grew throughout the years, looked back upon with happiness and fondness, and simultaneously throughout the same time, the growing boy did the same, holding onto the same picture, making certain that wherever he went, it was always close to him.

- The old, worn image was precious to him, tucked within the pocket of his long coat closest to his heart.

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danddymaro · 4 years

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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.

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danddymaro · 4 years

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Roughly | Revolver Ocelot x Reader

Once again, MGSV | Word Count : 5077 |

I thought it’d be nice to make some of this content for Daddy Ocelot.

Warning : Adult content

Please....Please, if you’re not into it, don't read.

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Roughly

He tore open her white blouse, exposing her heaving chest covered only by a thin brassier. With intently focused blue orbs, he watched as two peaked nubs strained against the white, delicate cloth,

"Excited?" He questioned her, quirking a brow at the painfully obvious display of arousal.

Nodding eagerly she confirmed it with a tight bite of her lower lip,

"Yes," She inhaled as she caught sight of the feral dimness in his eyes while they aimed themselves at her displayed figure.

Backing up, she leaned back to his desk before popping up on it, waiting for him to reach her,

'On the desk...Here...' She mused with excitement, never having had the boldness to initiate anything so daring in his workspace where just about anyone could interrupt them. Granted, the door to his quarters was right there in the room too, but nonetheless, she had become thoroughly ignited when he threw everything aside while fiercely lip-locked with her earlier on.

With a slow lick to his lips, he came closer, beckoned by the alluringly sensual, position of her lovely figure. Smirking, he slid his body between her open, hanging legs, not wasting a minute to run his hands over the length of her legs which were covered by thin, sheer pantyhose.

"...Too many layers," He muttered to himself with a hint of annoyance, his left hand rising to his lips, his index finger pointed towards his slightly parted lips, " I don't like it," he added huskily, capturing a piece of the red glove between his two-row of teeth, tugging it off before he did the same with the right one.

"There, much better," he claimed while returning to his earlier position, his naked hands delightfully creasing her legs, his nails dragging down the length of them with hopes of tearing through the delicate material.

During then, her eyes closed, chest heaving as she focused on the touch of his grazing nails, his name slipping out from her pretty mouth longingly.

“Take it off, “ he muttered, watching her un-clip the undergarment, her expression being flustered. Yet again his gaze fell onto her chest, this time focused onto the aroused, risen teats.

Sometimes he wasn't sure where to begin, what part of her to focus on the most, because every square inch of her body called out to him, wanting attention and desiring his love. However, at that moment, it had become a painstakingly easy choice as she deeply inhaled, reminding him that they were ready for him to give attentiveness to.

'Perfection,' he praised, his mouth watering before he decided where to head first.

She moaned softly as his tongue flicked her two peaked nipples, the hot muscle coaxing them with his warm drool. With her eyes shut tightly, she ran her fingers through his blonde locks as he continued to suck on them, occasionally tugging them between his two-row of teeth with playful, little nips.

Focused, she picked up on his low groans which barely escaped his working mouth as he continued to tease her. Soon, the need in her body was no longer one she could bear and whimpering at his every movement, she swallowed hard, trying to find her voice,

"Please" she begged, tugging at the silver strands to drive her point farther, "More..." She added, pleading with him to stop being so merciless, desperate to be filled by him.

Not one to disappoint, he conceded to her desire, wordlessly trailing his attention down with unaligned kisses descending to her navel,

“Only if you’re good,” He reminded her, both of his hands taking hold of her wrists, untangling her fingers from his locks and putting them down to her sides instead,

“So no touching,” he said sweetly, near-silent sternness lying beneath the words, hidden by the sugary tone. “I know you’re excited,” He added, watching as her palms lay flat onto the desk’s surface, fingers desperately twitching, wanting to find their place back home on his body.

"But be good girl," He ordered.

Reluctantly she agreed, knowing she had no reach say in the matter,

If she wanted him to keep going, she had to be good.

‘I have to do everything he says,’ She reasoned, fighting her body's natural response to reach for him.

Her heart rate climbed furthermore as he released the little button of her pin skirt from its place, dragging down the small zipper placed at the side as well,

‘He’s undressing me fully,’ She fretted with upset, ‘ But he’s still wearing everything,’ she added while fuming, wanting to have him just as exposed as she was.

Slowly he slid the jumbled skirt down her legs, dragging his nails over her yet again, this time successfully tearing through the hosiery. Her skin tingled as she felt his nails through the torn sheer, dragging over her flesh with their sharpness.

Once the article of cloth was fully removed, he threw it aside and he worked his mouth back up. Ever so slowly, he found his way back up, kissing her ankles first, descending his lips onto her calves right after. Worshiping her slightly trembling body, he took his time in reaching her thighs.

By that point, she was panting, waiting with a burning ache.

As he breathed, she felt the warm puffs fan over the inside fo her thighs, a startled little sound drawing out of her as he nibbled at the softest piece of her legs. Slowly, while his mouth became occupied with the sweet patch of skin, his hands slipped beneath her, palming her ass and lifting her hips into the air with ease.

With maddening desire she swallowed down, glazed eyes begging him for him to truly touch her, doing away with all the cruel taunting.

‘I can’t…’ She huffed, feeling impatient.

"I'm not all too sure you deserve my cock, " He said teasingly, tearing away from her, standing at his full height, “ Should I fuck you now?” he asked himself, seeing to contemplate the idea, not quite certain she deserved it yet.

He then began to unbutton the sand-colored shirt that hid his body from her, taking his sweet time with each and every button, starting from top to bottom.

With half-lidded eyes, she stared on, memorized by his sensual demeanor, all the while wanting to jump on him, tearing the clothes off until he was even more exposed than she was.

Sighing softly he tucked his chin to his chest, hiding the little curl of his lip as he smirked,

“...You just don’t seem to want it that bad,” He claimed, knowing fully well how frustrated she was beginning to grow.

But he wanted her to slip…

Harshly breathing through barley parted, red lips, she nodded eagerly, already feeling a burning itch of desire for him.

“No...No…” she chanted airily, “ No… Please don’t stop,” She begged. "I do want this,"

"I'd believe you, unfortunately, you're not following the rules," He argued, continuing to undress nonetheless.

Slowly sliding his shirt off of his shoulders, he let it fall to the ground with a soundless noise, revealing his lean physique, the pale skin in her sights. With a delighted sigh, she went closer to him, her hands eager to touch him, to fall over his chest like many times before, when he stopped her right as she was about to graze his skin,

"Hands off !" he barked, a deep growl to his voice making her shutter.

The booming order made her squeak and as fast as lightning shooting down, her hands flew to her own chest. They both tightly balled over her heart as she stared at Ocelot with large, (e/c) colored, doe eyes.

Another little sound, akin to the cry of a mouse flew past her lips as she withdrew, and mindlessly her legs squeezed together tightly, a pleasing little friction bringing forth a spark of pleasure,

‘There,’ He mused, having baited her into disobedience, all along hoping she'd crack.

"Remember the rules Darlin'? No touching," He told her, his own hands prying her’s off her chest, one held by each of his own,

"All of you belongs to me," He added lowly, pulling her towards him, her naked chest pressed against his, her startled face set before him. "You...Every bit of you belongs to me, " He reminded her, his deep, sensuous voice rattling her body as he possessively uttered the words right at her burning ear, “Me… and only me," he said with a devious curl to his lips.

“Yes,” she said shakily, too far taken by him to say anything else.

"So when I say no touching, you don't lay a finger on me, Got it?" He added with a sneer.

"Yes," She gulped.

"Will you do as I say now?" He said lowly, receiving an eager nod as well as a voiced confirmation,

" Yes, yes, I will," She answered him without hesitance.

With a tug towards his direction, her feet fell onto the ground, off the desk.

"Now, on the desk. I want you bent over." He ordered her.

Without a word she did as he said, her glowing face lowered onto the wood, palms flat against the surface.

"Get your ass in the air,” He said while eyeing the shaken way they buckled, as she leaned onto the work surface. “And don't you move, " he ordered with the same harshness.

Eagerly, she complied, not wanting to disappoint him, not wanting to be left without the delightful touch of his body.

‘Use me….I'll do whatever you want,

Just, please... Please fuck me,’ She groaned, expecting to be taken right then and there as she heard him unbuckle his pants.

He then pressed his lips to her (s/c) colored skin, sweetly pecking the back of her neck. Consequently, her body jumped at the smooch, her stance faltering for just a moment as she mewled.

Chuckling her shook his head, a hand tightly gripping her hips, keeping her back arched, ass angled up,

“For someone who wants to get fucked, you sure don’t do as you’re told,” he mused while clicking his teeth.

With widely peeled eyes she shook her head, “ I do! I promise I do!” she said alarmed, not wanting him to stop. Diligently, she remained in the same position, unknowingly wiggling her hips from side to side, desperate to finally be taken care of.

“Then prove it,” He scolded, a whipping sound echoing right from behind her, causing her back to stiffen, her body tensing in its entirety,

‘Is that…?’ She barley had any time to think before he swung, the leather cruelly cracking against her skin.

Shrieking out with both surprise and pain she flinched, knees bending. She faltered yet again, but this time he steadied her, his hand that was still placed at her hip forcing her back to the right position before he aimed yet again, striking her.

It stung, her skin glowing with the assault, “It hurts,” she whimpered while he swung again.

There was another sound of connection and as expected she squealed,

“I...I’m a good girl,” She insisted, whimpering as she felt yet another bash fall upon her. Her eyes shut tight, hands tightly balled as she bit her bottom lip, the entire row from the top sinking into the plump flesh.

"Ada-"

“ Quiet, ” He hissed, saying nothing more.

With another strike she jumped, her hands flying to press over her trembling mouth, tightly pressed. Over and over she swallowed down the small sounds, wanting to please him, craving his approval.

It was painful, however, within the furthest depths of her being, she was thrilled by the ache being brought forth. She was well aware that he held back, having far much more strength than the meager vigor used to discipline her, and somehow with that knowledge, her heart fluttered.

He could see her beginning to shake furthermore, and her tightly held back whimpers had begun to escape, sounding utterly pathetic, the pain obviously getting to her.

"Had enough?" He jeered, receiving another whimper in response.

"Well ?" He sang, grazing the held leather piece over her stinging ass, giving her a small window of escape, "Answer me," He demanded.

'She's still learning…' He reasoned, being especially kind to her.

"You always answer back to me," He prompted her. "So tell me, Have you had enough? "

"Yes," she struggled through her breath, holding back tears,

‘It hurts.’

The leather piece within his hands fell onto the desk, the sound of the metal piece clashing with wood being right next to her ear, causing her to jump, making him chuckle softly,

“What? Are you afraid of me now?” He questioned her, gently running his naked fingers down the line of her spine, subsequently causing all the little hairs over her body to stand at attention.

The teasing, little crease though feather-light had a powerful effect on her body, raking her to the furthest depth of her being,

"Oh, Adam..." She shuttered, shakily exhaling.

"Darlin' ...Are you afraid?" He murmured smoothly, asking the question once more.

He pressed on in a softer tone, a sensible one that caused her heart to flutter, because it was pleasantly sweet, weaved with warm tenderness that would ultimately heat into burning passion.

'Afraid? No never…’ she mused.

With certainty in her mind, and even much more confidence within her heavily beating heart, she shook her head, a gentle smile take over her,

“Never,” she breathed, peeking at him from over her shoulder.

‘I never could,’

She didn't fear him, it was the contrary, she felt safest with him, tucked beneath his arm, and pacified by his warmth. She was held within his manly arms in a proprietorial way that made her feel nothing else could touch her,

'Adam...I love you,’ she proclaimed, ‘ I love you so much… my heart could burst,’

Slowly, he slid his finger down within the waistband of her panties, his light blue eyes keeping her (dark/light) ones captive all the while,

‘I already feel myself slipping,’ she thought to herself, ‘ And he hasn’t actually touched me yet…’

He then hooked his fingers within the thin material, gradually gliding his fingers down her flesh as he pulled down the article of clothing, both pantyhose and underwear descending.

Cool air mercifully creased her heated, abused flesh, making her unwillingly groan out beneath her breath. As though the touch wasn't torturously sweet enough his other hand palmed her ass, petting her with notable praise,

"You're doing good," He commented, "You'll get what you deserve," He added.

She heard the zipper of his pants come down, followed by the sound of his trousers hitting the floor as he slid them off. It was almost too much, every single thing he did was driving her crazy, her senses heightened.

As he moved to stand behind her, he was fully bare, causing her to wriggle with joy, comfortably eased onto the desk in anticipated wait, growing ever more excited,

“Do you want me to fuck you, huh?” he asked her, literally licking his lips, "Do you want my cock to fill you?" he added, watching her back arch perfectly in his sight.

“Answer me,” He hissed, his right hand lightly spanking her, causing her to jump, a little whine of lament blowing past her lips,

“Yes,” she sputtered, “ I Want your cock to fill me, I need it,” She spluttered out, cursing herself from within at forgetting yet again the rule.

Steadily, he pressed his cock's head against her pussy lips, willing himself and holding back from diving in immediately. Instead, he guided the throbbing erection towards her excited clit, pressing the tip while she writhed in distress.

Heavy pants flowed from her gaped mouth as she moved her hips for the attention she’d craved from the start.

Slowly, he dragged his cock back down to her pulsing heat, slipping the head within the wetness.

He was taking his time, as he was well aware of the degree of desire she had within her little body, exploiting it. Unmoving, he settled within her, his two hands on either side of her waist, petting the sides with kind gentleness.

But, she didn't want sweetness...

Desperately, she began to plead, grinding against the bit he sank into her as she begged for him to use it fully and ravish her.

‘I can’t take this,’ She thought helplessly, sniveling.

Finally, deciding it was enough, he slid it inside fully sinking in all at once, immediately pressing against her special spot, knowing just how to aim.

"Ah!" she breathed lecherously.

"Fuck," he uttered whilst he thrust in, welcomed inside by her soft squeeze. He gave her no time to adjust, instead, picking up speed, causing her moans to get more intense, every thrust sending sparks up her spine to her fogging brain.

She grunted yet again as he grabbed a handful of hair, cursing lowly beneath her breath.

Instantly, her arms shot out before her, hands grasped at the edge of the desk opposite to the one she was leaned into.

She supported herself as he rammed into her harder and harder, losing what little sweet remnants that existed in his dives. One hand pulled her head back by her hair, whilst the other gripped her waist, pulling her into his thrusts while she quaked.

The fire was building, every second her breathing getting more rapid and desperate, her heart running a marathon.

In the past, whenever they made love, his hands would stroke her hair, his lips occupied with tracing over every other part of her body, sweetly coaxing her with their tender warmth. And it was all done whilst his thrusts remained slow and merciful.

Always done slowly at first, gently while letting her body get used to having so much of him inside it, the pace only picking up just before his climax.

But now it was different.

Each snap of his hip was strong, crashing with her beaten arse, shooting sweet pain throughout her body. And if that wasn't enough, the grip on her scalp remained fierce, not letting loose,

"Keep...Keep your ass up," he huffed, gripping her ass with both hands, squeezing, his nails digging into her rear as he jutted it back up.

"mmm!" though her verbal response was halfhearted, her back arched to raise her backside to him perfectly, just as he wanted.

Obediently, she did as he said, which made it all the more disheartening when she saw him pick up the belt again. For just a moment her entire body tensed, becoming stiff.

Frozen, she gasped, "Adam… please, no," she begged, tears already bubbling in her eyes as she eyed the leather piece in his grasp,

Granted she’d had a part of her enjoy the act, but it wasn’t enough for her to want to go back to it, especially not now when she was finally awarded.

The sight of it alone had her shaken, and then the instant wash of pain from before came back tenfold. The mistreated flesh of her ass wept in pain with hot throbs, the aftermath of his assault letting itself be known, not intent of being forgotten,

'Did I do something wrong?' She wondered, barely having enough strength to think back, far too engrossed on the pleasure she felt, the feeling even overpowering her aching.

"No?" He repeated in question, gliding the leather piece down the left cheek of her butt, a taunting little tap to her rump added, making her jump with a groan.

“Darlin’,” he said softly, “ One word,” he reminded her. “ With just a word you can make it stop, alright?” He told her, his lips gently pressing against hers.

" You remember it, right?" He asked her, staring down at her with half-hearted worry, his palms both lovingly pressed to her cheeks, searching for proof of hesitance in her (e/c) colored eyes.

Truth be told he was excited, but even then with the delightful thrill he’d only fantasized about until then, he didn't want to push her too far.

He didn't want to actually hurt her. It'd be his first time being so aggressive with her, and from what he summed up, she hadn't a real clue as to what it truly meant,

“Are you sure about this?” he asked yet again, “Because you don’t have to. You don't have to just to please me,” he said with an assuring smile.

And he meant it, he was happy as they were,

" You don't have to do anything to keep me, " he added chuckling as he joked with her, trying to entice a sweet smile from her to wash away the fretful seriousness that found home over her features.

Shaking her head, she smiled, stepping closer to him, her hands pressed to his chest, "I know, but it's just...

It's just, I've also wanted to," she revealed to him, " I've wanted you to..."

"To what?" He breathed, wanting to know just what she wanted, wanting to hear the words right from her pretty lips,

"Tell me, What do you want me to do to you?" He pressed on, his hands traveling up to her scalp, the pads of his fingers pressed through strands of (h/c).

"Adam," She rasped, " Can you please fuck me?" She uttered shakingly, exited.

"Fuck me roughly, "

"KItten," He purred, " You've been good, " he reassured her with the same enjoyment, glad to know she was enjoying herself, despite the teary-eyed gaze she set on him.

He continued to move his hips, never stopping. Within each hand, he grabbed an end of the belt, holding it tightly before he held it under her chin, gently pressing it against the skin.

He hesitated, his ears perked for their special word, but he didn't hear a word escape her, only the sound of her deeply inhaling through her nose.

"Good..." He muttered appraisingly, pressing a long kiss to the nape of her neck, "You're doing good," He acknowledged.

Feeding the end of the belt through the buckle and wrapping it around his hand, he was set to properly restrain her, while the other hand was back to her side, gripping the side with claim.

As the pressure on her throat became more apparent, her brain rushed, a loud, excited cry escaping her,

"Adam!" she cried out, the pressure on her throat making the feelings of pleasure so much more intense.

And then he pulled...

In that instant the leather snapped tight against the (s/c) colored skin, biting into the soft flesh of her neck as it earnestly crushed her throat. Harshly, it squeezed her while the tug from his fisted, wrapped hand-pulled her head back.

A choked, guttle groan left her as he suddenly slammed his hips to her, sinking into her fully in one go and staying there, dug deep within her,

"You wanted to be fucked, right?" He taunted her, reminding her she asked for the punishment. "Just like this," He added.

A fountain rushed from her pulsing heat, soaking his throbbing cock and making a filthy mess, a barley recognizable groan of affirmation falling past her gasping, drooling, mouth.

" What a filthy whore," he grunted with feigned disgust, not truly feeling any repulsion for the woman, because if anything he couldn't be more attracted to her than he was at the moment. " You’re a filthy whore who loves getting choked, " he said with a wide grin as he tauntingly tugged on the accessory,

'of all things,' he thought to himself. ‘Of all the things you could have asked for... and actually enjoy…’

" Everyone else thinks you a sweet, innocent girl,” he reminded her, “ They all think of you as pure... when you're nothing but a slut.” he added, “ A filthy slut who likes to be choked and dominated.” he went on.

"You fucking like this, don't you?" He growled, noticing her panting and moaning getting more frantic. "You like being on a leash, right? Just like a bitch."

"Yes...yes! " she squeaked back, words struggling to form in her constricted throat, but with all the willpower she had, she answered back.

"I love it!" She cried out, "I love being your bitch!" She added desperately. " I was born to be your slutty bitch!" She said back, the words flying out of her mouth without a second thought. If it had been any other time she would have never even dreamed of uttering the words, especially not so loudly and boldly, like she had no shame.

"Ah! Adam! " She was building up, every insult he hurled at her pushing her further.

' Darlin…

Kitten…

Sweetheart…

Angel …

Love…

Sunshine…’

He had so many sweet words to address her, and yet, none felt right. With each thrust of his, she groaned out a curse, hissing at the overwhelming sensation of his brutish fucking.

"You like that, don't you, you filthy bitch," He growled, panting harshly.

"Yes!" She responded back, happily.

"You exist only to get fucked like this by me, don't you?"

"Yes! " She agreed, thrusting back, knowing she was close, "Always...Whenever...Wherever..."

He'd never seen her so sloppy, her voice uncontrolled, her body quaking harshly, unable to hold still,

"I'm...I'm going to... I..." She could barely find the words, just knowing that whatever came was going to move her entirely, hitting her hard.

' Fuck....Yes...I want to cum...I'm going to cum,' She thought with exuberance.

The belt pulled tighter, and all her air supply cutting off with that single motion of his hand. Panicking, her overworked lungs desperately ached for sweet oxygen. Meanwhile, her hands gripped the edge of the desk harder, nearly growing numb with the pressure she used, all while sobbing joyously.

'This is the best. I can barely... barely think... hardly speak... '

"Is my bitch going to cum"? He rasped, watching her body crumble. Silently, with only the sound of gasping breaths falling past her wet lips she shook,

"(f/n)" He warned, as she was only a stray hair away from true bliss, ignoring him yet again. It was only for a moment that she registered his voice through her heavily hazed mind, but by then it was far too late,

“How unfortunate,” he said lowly, smirking darkly, the leather slipping from his hand as he opened his fist offhandedly. Suddenly, the tension on her neck released and like a tossed doll she fell forward, landing on her face,

‘W-What? What just happened,’ she thought to herself with alarm, feeling the delicious hardness snugly fucking her suddenly slip out as well.

She then turned her head back to him, huffing heavily, her tearstained face set into a confused, bitter glare.

"Why?" She gasped, losing control of herself, crying. "Why Adam!” she cried, “ Please! don't stop," she protested, her hips desperately dancing back to him.

"Oh darlin'," He said pouting, "Remember? I said only good girls cum, Only good girls who listen," He said while staying unmoved by her distress.

" I was good," she whined vexed. " You're just being unfair!" She said whilst her ass scooted back to him, her throbbing heat begging to be fucked properly by his cock.

"You can't stop now," She demanded, trembling.

It amazing him how bratty she became, all because she was denied.

But it wasn't his fault, he'd been fair. He'd been lenient to begin with, letting her slip up with only small reminders given in place of true punishment.

But then again, it would make sense to him how she felt entitled because perhaps she took his leniency as a sign of weakness,

'It's my fault,' He mused with enjoyment,

“Ohh,” ocelot sounded, "Did I spoil you that much?" He asked, smirking, "...So much that you think you can talk to me like that?" He asked coming closer, his hand reaching to her, ignoring the belt, and instead, grasping at her (h/c) strands.

Turning her over, he made her lay her back flat onto the desk, one hand entangled within her hair, the other gripping her neck with a fierce grip.

"Spoiled little bitch, You think you can raise your voice to me?” He asked her lowly.

Blinking up at him with wide (e/c) colored eyes she gasped, a sweet, devious twinkle to her eye making him understand she was willing to be defiant, so long as he kept his hand wrapped around her,

'Where's my sweet little angel?' He wondered, thinking back go the sweetheart that would beg for sweet kisses, driven to bliss by tenderness instead.

Grinning he came down to mark the uncovered bits of her neck his hand wasn't coiled around, the hand tugging at her scalp letting go, falling down to her wet pussy, fingers diving into her needy cunt,

"You want to cum..." he said lowly, "I'll make you cum till you beg me to stop, " He purred, intent on showing her why he was the one in charge, no longer holding back.

Within her fuzzy mind, she couldn't be happier, knowing that when he said something, it was a promise.

...................................

Afterward, she lay motionless on the bed, her cheek snuggled onto the pillow, breathing with harsh pants blowing out of her trembling lips.

Her body was married with little bite marks, scattered here and there with the most notable bruise tattooed over her neck.

Occasional groans, so close to mewls drew from her in a way he found to be adorable, and inwardly, he fawned over them. Smiling, he combed his fingers through her messy hair, gently tugging to untangle the knotted messes that had formed during their sinful play.

“Was I too much?” He asked, chuckling at how spent she was.

With a declining nod, she stared at him from the corner of her eye, almost too tired to keep her eyes open. Pressing his lips tenderly at her hairline he continued to smile, lovingly and with complete adoration.

"You need to get up," he said in her ear, his hand gently trailed up her thigh, stopping at her bum.

He kneaded the flesh with a caring hand, hearing her sigh happily, her arms wrapped around the pillow even more, cuddling into it.

" I can't move," she said breathlessly, her legs rubbing each other.

"I know, " he mused, "But I think a nice warm shower will do you well, " He offered, putting out his hand for her to take,

"What do you say darlin'... Join me?" He added, and soon after, her hand was placed over his, eager to join him in the warm soak.

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