#mgsv fanfiction

[sillyfriendssharingablog]

for the people who care about my writing, dont fret. Even if my main fic is over, Im not disappearing from the face of the earth. Im working on little projects before starting a new longfic, so you wont starve. some of these projects are

the "epilogue" that i mentioned at the end of chapter 28 (im cooking hard with this trust)

the rewriting of chapter 1 (it will be totally different (((and better)))

a sequel (Maybe) ((if yall behave)) (((it will probably be the new longfic)))

a liquid lives au 4 chapter fic (yeah i hated my own ending myself)

some other au shit that i wont reveal yet

AND A SECRET SIXTH THING NOT MGS RELATED 😱😱😱😱

[imagines-by-cleo]

I hope your illness gets better soon!! This is my first time requesting, and sorry my English is bad. It is not my native language.

I really like Miller from MGSV. So, I’m so happy that you write about him! Can I request a fic that the reader walks into Miller drinking alone, and he being drunk accidentally confesses to the reader?

Please take your time. Get well soon, and I hope you have a nice day🤗

Thank you so much friend! It's so nice to hear you enjoy my fics and it's great to get back into writing with these requests, I am grateful for every single one of them!

This ended up being super long and super fluffy but I had fun writing (cause omg I love Kaz) it and I think you'll like it too, idk if you wanted smut but that's what I wrote and if you want to avoid it you can stop after the page divider. I'm finishing these requests slow but I swear I am finishing them and I'm trying to make them worth the wait. I appreciate your patience but most of all I appreciate the time everyone takes to read these.

CW: Alcohol, whump, fluff, consent is sexy, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), masturbation, dirty talk, unprotected sex

The overwhelming stench of warm sake filled your nose before you even opened the door to Miller's office, telling you exactly how you were going to spend the rest of the night. As you stepped in you found the room covered in a cloud of smoke from a kiseru pipe while music from at least a decade prior played loudly.

"Master Miller?" You called, though he didn't answer.

There he was sitting behind his desk in a daze, half here and half in the 70s, not even noticing your presence until you snuck over and turned the record player off. Grabbing a nearby wastebin you made short work of clearing out the many bottles around the room, one of which was still in his hand as he tried to pour the last few drops directly into his mouth.

"We should get some tequila shipped in." He mused.

"We had some. You drank it." You said a little too bluntly, but he probably wouldn't remember if you were being rude.

"One time... Back in MSF I had to much tequila and... I don’t really remember but the guys told me they had to get me down from a table and put my pants back on." His expression would change every time he trailed off from looking like he could cry to trying not to bust out laughing, but it was nice to see a twinkle in those clouded blue eyes.

You held in a snicker while you listened, it might have been nice to see Kaz in his party days but you're sure you would have to do the same thing you did now only you would have to wrestle his pants back on and he would have two more limbs to fight you off with.

Speaking of, you looked around for his crutch but couldn't find it anywhere, it had a funny way of disappearing when Kaz was drinking. With a sigh you walked up to his chair and grabbed his arm to stand him up, he leaned into you when you put his arm around your shoulder to walk him out.

"Wait a minute." He held a finger up, then pointed it at the desk where his sunglasses were sitting, prompting you to take them and gently put them on his face before leaving.

"Happy now?" You asked, only getting a hum in response.

It was becoming routine to help him out like this, normally you didn't think twice about it but tonight there was something about the heat coming from his body and the faint sweet smell of smoke carried in his clothes that made you realize how intimate the situation was. It was somewhat against protocol to be this close with a commanding officer but maybe it had the potential to become more than that. It was hard to admit now, but that was part of the reason you came here tonight. Only you couldn't really ask him about his feelings while he was completely wasted, the least you could do was make sure he was taken care of.

Putting the thought away as you left his office you headed toward his room, it wasn’t far but it felt much longer with an entire man slumped over your shoulder. While you were struggling Kaz was having the time of his life, humming a song and occasionally mumbling the words out of tune.

When you got to his room you found it was both bare and a complete mess. No pictures or anything to decorate the dull grey walls, clothes were thrown haphazardly on the floor and unmade bed and the only window had blackout curtains drawn closed. You stepped carefully through the mess, trying not to let yourself or Kaz trip on anything that had been left around.

This was the first time you had actually been inside since he would stagger back in alone once you got him this far but tonight he had been drinking too much to even do that. Its not that it was any of your business, but after discovering how he lived you started to get worried.

"Hey, I noticed you've been drinking more since the Boss brought home those MSF soldiers that were wandering around. I hope it's not bringing back any unpleasant memories." You pointed out figuring your best shot at getting clarification was while he was like this.

For a minute as he got quiet you were worried he was about to get angry at you, but to your surprise he answered honestly. "No, they're good memories. But that's all they are."

Deciding not to press the issue further, you changed the subject. "Let's get you to bed."

"You take such good care of me, that's why I love you." He laughed.

"Yeah, right." You replied, it was a strange thing for him to say but you chalked it up to him being drunk.

Sliding out from under his arm you proceeded to stand him up carefully as he swayed side to side, pulling his coat off quickly before he tipped over completely without your help. A blush rose on your cheeks when you unbuttoned his shirt, maybe it wasn't completely necessary but you didn't want him just falling asleep in it. Hesitating a moment when you reached for his glasses, once you uncovered his eyes you noticed how they had been fixed on you as if he was looking for something.

"What is it?" You asked.

The hand threading into your hair and cradling the back of your head caught you off guard, before you knew it Kaz' lips were on yours. The taste of sake was still strong and his mouth was so warm, you put your hands on his broad chest but couldn't find the strength to push him back. He pulled away just to continue across your jaw and behind your ear, you shuddered at the feeling, wishing you could just give in to it.

"Kaz, wait." You interrupted.

He stopped almost immediately but he stayed where he was, whispering his confession into your ear. "I meant it."

"You're drunk." You replied, pushing him into a seated position on the bed.

"Come here." He told you before dragging you down onto his lap, his poor balance causing the two of you to fall back onto the mattress together.

His body fit perfectly against yours while he kissed you again, it felt so natural to have him hold you like this that you were tempted to just give in. The groan he made when he rolled his hips up into you vibrated through your whole body, making you gasp in response after feeling the hard bulge that pressed into your thigh.

You lifted yourself up and looked down at him, pushing a golden strand of hair away from his pink face revealing his half lidded eyes that locked with yours.

"We can't do this." You sighed, climbing off the bed. "Not tonight."

He grabbed your hand before you walked away, so he could request. "Stay with me at least?"

Staring at the door, you contemplated what you should do before answering. "I'll stay until you fall asleep."

A low snore from behind told you that would be sooner than you thought, you turned and found Kaz was already fast alseep. You smacked your palm to face in frustration, more upset with yourself for expecting anything different.

Did that bastard really just confess his love to you and then pass out drunk? At the very least you knew you had made the right decision to turn him down for now anyway, but this was going to make for a delicate situation the next day if he even remembered half of what happened. How would you even go about explaining it to him, and would he expect a reaction from you?

With a tired groan you looked around the room for something to tidy up and keep you busy while you pushed the important questions off until tomorrow.

An all to bright ray of sunlight shining straight onto his face woke Kaz up, muttering curses he squeezed his eyes shut while reaching for his glasses on the nightstand. He knew exactly where they were though he didn't remember setting them there, come to think of it he didn't even remember how he got into his room last night but he wasn't inclined to think too hard about it now.

He sat up slowly to not irritate his throbbing head or aching body, leaning on the wall as he staggered into the bathroom. There was a bottle of water and some seltzer waiting on the sink, he didn't bother to question who put it there, as far as he was concerned it was a gift from God.

After chugging his drink and splashing some water on his face Kaz stared in the mirror, questioning the actions that put him here once again, but all the regret in the world wasn't going to change the fact that he was going to have to get dressed sooner or later. Instinctively he looked around the floor for his clothes finding they were all gone, someone had neatly folded yesterday's clothes and set them on his dresser while the rest were put in the drawers. There wasn't much he remembered about the night before but he was damn sure he didn't do any of that and before he could wonder how they got there he heard a stirring across the room.

Kaz nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned to find you sleeping curled up in an armchair. Knowing you had been there all night answered the question of why his room was so clean, but he was starting to feel guilty for having brought you here in the first place.

He came up to you as quietly as possible, you looked kinda cute, laying there with the sun shining on your messed up hair as you softly snored. Kaz found himself wishing he woke up next to this in his bed rather than across the room. He watched for a minute noticing the way you had your arms wrapped around your body, you must have been cold, immediately he went to grab a blanket from his bed and draped it gently over you. A satisfied smile rose on his face while he watched you snuggle into the warmth, his hand lingered on your shoulder after tucking you in. Slowly your eyes fluttered open, still hazed and tired as you looked up at him.

"Did you get that water I left for you?" You asked.

"Yeah, I did." He answered, he should have figured that was from you.

"That's good." You replied while yawning, wiggling around to get comfortable. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I don't know why you're still worried about me." He laughed, it was strange the way you looked after him when all he could really do was bring you a blanket.

"Someone has to be." You answered, rubbing your eyes and makeing the dark circles under them more apparent. "Besides, you were pretty wasted last night."

"Right, I must have kept you up pretty late. Why don't you take my bed and get some rest?" He requested, reachingout to you. "Do it for me."

Kaz led you over to the bed just a few feet away while you staggered over half awake without even questioning him. He tucked you in again before turning to leave and get ready for for his day if it wasn't too late.

"I don't know why you stayed here and went through all this trouble." He mumbled, more to himself than anything.

"You told me to stay last night." You answered, to his surprise.

"I hope that's all I told you." He laughed.

"Well there was one thing..." You continued, sitting up, the words sendinga chill down his spine. "You made a move on me, you kissed me actually."

Kaz really shouldn't have been surprised, he knew he had feelings for you since the day he met you but he wasn't about to tell anyone. It was only a matter of time until something slipped out, especially when you were around so much. He spent those few precious seconds of silence racking his brain to try and remember what exactly he said and more importantly how to respond.

"It was kinda nice knowing you felt the same way, but I wish you'd told me when you weren't drinking; or maybe when we both were." You shrugged, looking up at him in this sweet innocent way that he just couldn't stand.

"Listen..." He started, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "I appreciate everything you've done, in fact I'm in more debt to you than I like to think about, but don't you think you'd be better off spending your time doing something else? With someone else?"

"I like spending time with you." You answered, reaching for his hand. "And I don't mind helping out every now and then."

"I don't deserve someone like you taking care of me." He confessed, it felt harsh coming out but he couldn't just let you keep doing this.

He wasn't expecting you to say anything after that, much less turn his face toward you and kiss him. It was his last chance to push you away but he wanted you more than he should have and let you come closer.

When you broke off you whispered "Please, don't talk about yourself like that."

It was a little jarring to have you showing him affection like that, every nice thing you did confused him and he always felt guilty for wanting more but he never thought he was more than a burden to you. Knowing you really felt for him changed everything, and his heart pounded as he allowed himself to be vulnerable for just once.

You crawled over, straddling his lap before taking his sunglasses off. He wrapped his arm around you while you shared a deep and thoughtful stare for a good long while.

"I love seeing your eyes." You broke the silence.

He just had to kiss you after that, holding you tighter while his lips moved softly against yours. For a brief moment he felt your tongue touch his bottom lip, inviting him to to take the opportunity and explore your mouth with his own. He slid his tongue in deep and fast making you moan in surprise before simply allowing him free access to taste you. You pressed your chest into his without breaking the kiss, taking his hand and guiding it under your shirt to touch between your breasts and for a second he could feel your heart beating fast.

Circling one nipple with his thumb, he felt it perk up in his hand until it was stiff, that made it much easier to pinch and tease making you twitch in his grasp. He lifted your shirt up higher so he could pop the other nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and gently sucking.

While he was playing with your tits you unbuttoned your pants, doing your best to pull one leg out of them without climbing off his lap. Pushing him away just for a moment to take his shirt off before pulling him back against your chest, running your fingers through his messy hair while he continued.

Your other hand drifted down, exploring his chest and anywhere else that you could. Then you reached for his boxers, tugging at the waistband before he caught your hand by the wrist.

"Not so fast, it's my turn to take care of you." Kaz stopped you, he would have loved to get out of that increasingly tight fabric but he had plans fo you first.

"But I wanna-" You whined.

He cut you off. "Do I have to pull the commanding officer card?"

You giggled. "Maybe."

"Alright. Spread your legs as far as you can. That's an order." He told you before tugging your pants the rest of the way down, and your panties along with it.

Starting by running his hand across your folds, making sure you were good and wet before he teased your entrance. Sliding a single finger in and out slowly, he pulled it all the way out before stuffing it back in as far as it would go then curling it inside you.

"Ah! Do that again!" You cried out, prompting him to go faster.

You held on to his shoulders, leaning in to kiss his neck between desperate pants. Kaz sighed at the soft touch of your wet lips and the warmth of your quick breaths. Pressing the heel of his palm against your clit made you roll your hips into him. It wasn't long until he had you cumming all over his hand and squeezing his fingers tight, your whole body shaking as you gripped him tighter to keep your balance.

After your last few spasms he fell back onto the soft sheets, kneading his fingers into your thigh and guiding you to climb over until you were straddling his face. It was like you read his mind when you lowered yourself onto his lips, and he wasted no time licking up every drop of wetness that dribbled out of you. He groaned at the sweet sticky flavor of you, reaching his tongue into your core and swirling it around to taste more.

Taking notice of how your legs would flex and shake around him, he also noiticed he couldn't hear you making any kind of noise. Pausing and looking up he noticed you were bitting down hard on your bottom lip, most likely in an effort to keep quiet.

"Hey! Don't hold back. Let me hear it." Kaz ordered, slapping the inside of your thigh.

Moaning immediately in response you didn't hold anything back, even when the sounds you made weren't so dignified. Though every little noise from you went straight to his crotch and he could feel himself twitching in his boxers that were starting to get just a little too tight. It was hard not to get off with a sense of pride when he made you cum once with his fingers and again into his mouth, if you weren't completely numb yet you would have felt him grining like a maniac against your sensitive skin.

It was easy enough to toss you over onto your back, you were putty in his hands while he pushed your legs apart and situated your body just how he needed it. The whole time you looked at him with this hungry half lidded gaze, something more sensual than anything you'd see in a magazine.

"Haven't had enough yet?" He teased, making you shake your head.

The front of his boxers were a tented mess, his swollen cock leaking and begging to be touched. Kaz couldn't help bit give it a few strokes before he lined it up, throwing his head back in relief of finally getting some stimulation. The thought crossed his mind to just keep pumping and finish all over you, but something told him he could make you cum one more time.

Climbing over you and starting slow, only giving your overstimulated pussy few inches at a time. You made a low whine that made his cock twitch when his entire length was inside, you lifted your knees up to your chest, welcoming him in deeper.

Everything about you at this point was a dripping mess, and Kaz loved it. From the way your hair was tossed to the dazed look in your eyes, and how your tits still wet with his spit would heave with every breath. Having you bucking up into him still desperate as all hell was just cherry on top.

"Never thought I'd see you like this." He remarked.

"Get used to it." You teased between moans.

Every move he made seemed to elicit some new decadent reaction, the way you were gasping and moaning under him like he was taking the very air out of your lungs made his heart pound. He could only deduce that you were about to cum again and he adjusted accordingly, with a few harsh targeted thrusts that rattled the bed beneath you he had you babbling his name one last time while your thighs twitched and eventually went limp.

He was trying to keep his weight off of you by staying propped up on his arm, until you hooked your arms under his shoulders and pulled him down closer to you. Closing what little distance you had between the two of you had him sinking in even deeper, making him groan at the feeling of being completely engulfed by you.

"You feel so good." He panted, picking up the pace. "You're gonna make me..."

Kaz was about to pull out before you wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him locked inside until it was too late. The warmth of your body burning him up and the sound of his wet skin hitting yours was getting to be more than he could handle. Pushing into you with a last few shallow thrusts, his pulse was racing and he even felt his knees twitch while he emptied inside of you.

There was no way of telling how long the two of you sat like that, he couldn't move or even think and you were still holding onto him for dear life. When he did eventually get some control back he kissed you deeply, only breaking of to suck in a little bit of air before pressing his mouth to yours again. When he pulled away you reached up and pushed the hair away from his face so you could see his eyes, not saying anything but but simply sharing a deep moment.

"I hope you weren't planning on walking anywhere today." He teased, still out of breath.

"You're lucky it's my day off." You replied.

"I guess I am pretty lucky." He chided, rolling off of you.

Something sharp poked into his side making him jump, he reached to see what the object was only to find his sunglasses now bent out of shape. Before he could even curse about it you took them out of his hand and put them on, making him laugh at the lopsided lenses only covering half your face.

"I guess you're not going anywhere without these." You commented.

"It's already too late to get work done anyway." He remarked.

"Oh no, we'll just have to stay in our big comfy bed for the rest of the day." You teased, voice dripping with sarcasm while you laid your head on his chest.

"That doesn't sound too bad." He laughed, wrapping his harm around you.

Laying there together, watching the sun rise higher outside and forgeting about work one soft sigh at a time. It was more than Kaz could have hoped for when he woke up with a hangover. He wasn't sure what he did to deserve this, but he'd have to figure it out so it could happen again.

"Hey..." You broke the silence when you looked up at him grinning. "Tell me that story about you getting drunk in MSF and taking your pants off."

"Wha- Who told you about that?" He stammered.

"You did." He should have known.

"Right, well anyway. This was back when we first got to Costa Rica and we found this little cantina by..."

While Kaz continued his story he thought about how he would normally feel about the old days, using the the anger he felt at the loss of his home and his comrades as a reason to go on and seek vengeance. All his life now was just looking in the past and only going forward to try and find a way to restore it, until now he felt that was the only way. Maybe it was time for a change. Hearing you laugh and smile at his stupid stories made him realize there was a possibility of a future and a new home, and it was all right in front of him.

[the-bar-sinister]

These Violent Delights (1904 words) by thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Metal Gear (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ocelot/Otacon (Metal Gear) Characters: Ocelot (Metal Gear), Otacon (Metal Gear)

Additional Tags: Please see AO3 for additional tags. Do not read without fully reading the tags.

Summary: After being transported to the past and living on Mother Base, Otacon keeps coming back to the interrogation room to watch Ocelot work. Finally, Ocelot confronts him about why he's watching.

[ladym3ry]

Hi everyone!! Merry Christmas for all of you, i'll bring you another crazy fic about Kaz being impersonated by someone on Instagram (yes, it's an alternative universe placed in current days) I leave you a little piece of work here so you can make an idea about the fic. Hope you enjoy it!!😋

[thisiseditsandstuff]

you know how I considered pushing my fics here? well here you go, my latest fic:

Me and the Devil | Venom Snake/Kazuhira Miller | Mature Past Big Boss/Kazuhira Miller, Implied/Referenced Abuse

In early 1985, Kaz learns the truth about the phantom. It does not go well. When the phantom attempts a peace offering, Kaz isn't eager to take it. But Kaz is a business man. He knows his options are limited. Maybe he can get something out of this after all.

Read on Ao3 <3

[leothelilpotato]

In light of that "Chibi-Robo in MGSV" reblog I made a while back, I may have given it some genuine thought. The thought process was something like:

Wow Chibi would be FUCKED in Mother Base

Actually Chibi would be a pretty cute addition to MGSV

...is it really called Chibi-Gear in Park Patrol

Could Chibi pilot a Metal Gear

Would a Chibi-sized Metal Gear be possible

And the results, counted in meters and converted to feet for Easier Reading:

[stuff-of-legends]

MGSV Chico Concept Art

This unused concept art of Chico is amazing.

he needs a spinoff....a new MGR?

In hindsight, Survive should've been about him.

oh well there's always fanfiction.

[notpocalypsenow]

I started writing a metal gear solid v fanfiction entirely because of how close Kaz and Venom Snake stand to each other and it’s ended up being over 11k words and counting! Please check it out as I do my best to fill in the gaps between MGSV and the other metal gear games, I’ve done a ton of research and my goal is to give us some damn closure!

Please mind the tags, it’s 18+ Kaz/Venom Snake with some future plans of other pairings and is filled with mgs typical content. Enjoy

[danddymaro]

Act Like It | Kazuhira Miller x Reader

Based in MGSV

just a little read

Quick and easy. Simple and kinda sweet

She’s sick of that will they, won’t they back and forth.

Wordcount: 786

Act Like It 

Daringly, her index finger gently pressed against his abdomen, her middle finger following in suit before the little pair wandered up to his chest, stopping right at the center of it.

(f/n) looked up at him, her (e/c) colored eyes gleaming as she eased her palm down on his torso with a smile that soon reached the same level of charm her eyes held.

"Kaz," she nearly sang, all while caressing her palm over his torso, her other hand soon joining the first in resting on his slowly heaving chest as she spoke.

"I'm right here..." she reminded him, " and you're still just staring," she pointed out while she inched up, soon balanced on her toes to try and reach his level.

"You're always just staring," she said with a little pout that held a touch of scorn, but also equal parts amusement as she watched his face gain new color.

His fair skin flustered, and she relished in the idea that she'd done that. She had an effect on him, and she was happy to know that it wasn't just one-sided.

'I make you so nervous.' she mused, holding back a little giggle. ' I affect a man like you...' (f/n) went on with the same elation that quickly died down before she released a little, blue sigh.

'And it does me no good when you just shy away,' she then thought while looking up at him with want.

"Why aren't you kissing me instead?" she murmured longingly, sick and tired of playing around each other and tiptoeing around their relationship.

'What good does it do me when you step back, right before we can do anything about...this,' she went on while not knowing what label to put on their relationship because even if there wasn't anything official between them, he sure liked to act as though he had the same rights as someone who was with her.

'You damn near lose your mind when anyone else tries to get close to me,' she thought with entertainment, ' But then when I ask you why, you just stay quiet,' she added with smoldering annoyance that soon came through.

'You just stay quiet or give me a half-assed excuse that tells me ' I want you,' but also, ' I don't want you,' ' the woman huffed while remembering how hours ago he'd given her grief over Ocelot.

"Can't I just admire?" he asked her smoothly, gaining a sense of bravado at her itch for intimacy.

"Yeah," she breathed, "But you can touch me too," she told him, her fingers playing with the edges of his olive-colored jacket before they danced over to his neatly pressed down tie.

The red accessory was then held in between her hands before she pulled at it, nearly digging it out from its snug little place while reeling him in.

"Kaz...." She sung softly, making him leer down as gradually, she came down from the spare inch she'd reached for.

"Were you really jealous?" she asked him, looking up at him with big eyes that seemed puppy-like and needy for attention.

'Just tell me,' she thought with anticipation that she knew could be squashed quickly by just one word, but she choose to keep alive because she always had the hope that one day there would be more to them that just lingers and teasing.

He felt drugged as he was brought closer, and he swallowed thickly before speaking,

"How can I not be?" he murmured.

"Damn it (f/n)," he huffed, " How can I not be?" he questioned her while lingering closer to her, dragging the point of his nose over the side of her face as slowly, his mouth found the same trail, the soft pair of lips gently grazing her.

With a long inhale that was filled with traces of his scent, the young woman nearly shook as she stood on weak legs.

Stilled, they stood between thickened air that arose with heat.

"-You know you're mine, right?" he said with a little rasp to his low tone as he lightly pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth.

"Then why don't you act like it?" she bit back, her response quick and without hesitation.

"What's acting like it?" he coyly questioned her as he then took the liberty of pressing his mouth to hers with a hunger that could only be sedated by her.

"Is it this?" he said while sucking in her lower lip, knowing the answer by the way her knees buckled, and what was greater evidence, the way she nearly mewled.

"Right here," he started.

"Right now," he added with a devious little smirk,

"I'm gonna show you," he promised her.

[degenerate-otaku]

kazuhira miller really out here crying about the phantom pain of feeling his missing limbs like???

Suck it up, you've never known the true phantom pain:

When you find a really good fic and the plot is amazing and you get invested but then it's never finished...

Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every night I can imagine the plot... and the characterisation... even the slow burn... the content I've lost... the chapters I've lost... won't stop hurting, it's like they're all still there... you feel it too, don't you-

[sillyfriendssharingablog]

IM WRITING BABY LIQUID HAVING FLASHBACKS OF HIS MAMA AND CRYING BCS HE MISSES HER! MY HEART IS BEING THORN APART WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS TO MYSELF!?!

[imagines-by-cleo]

More than respect

Big Boss X Fem!Reader NSFW

CW: SMUT, fight kink, dom/sub dynamics, implied age gap, wall sex, rough sex, size kink, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, nipple play, mutual masturbation, fluff

So this is my first Metal Gear fic which I absolutely had to write for a number of reasons, one of which being that I was playing the phantom pain and that consumed my life for nearly two months. Another is that Snake was the first fictional character I ever simped for back when I was definitely too young to be playing mgs3 and I had to make some kind of tribute to that.

Honestly if I get more than ten likes on this I'm probably gonna die of shock, but let me know what you think and if you want to see more feel free to send me a request!

Training on mother base was a daily occurrence, but training with the Boss himself was a rare opportunity to learn from the best. One by one some soldier would step into the ring desperate to prove themselves in hand to hand combat only to be taken down in a matter of seconds, nearly everyone except you had gone up against him by now and you weren't feeling eager to display your inexperience in front of the entire combat unit.

Shrinking back into the crowd of people you kept watch on the Boss, heat from the midday sun was apparently taking it's toll as he discarded the top of his fatigues leaving him in just pants and the many straps and harnesses that held his gear on missions. His monumental build was a sight to behold, sweat making his light brown hair shine, the myriad of cuts and scars covering every inch of his skin and all lying over taut muscles. You couldn't help but stare with a blush creeping onto your face as his body flexed with every motion, your heart skipped a beat as you remembered your surroundings making you hope that no one noticed your flustered state.

"You there, you're up next." The Boss declared while pointing in your direction, it took you a moment to realize he really was talking to you.

Another soldier shoved you into the center of the ring as the rest grew quiet, looking around you could feel every set of judging eyes burning holes through you as you stepped up, all except the Boss who was waiting patiently for you to make a move. Taking a fighting stance you knew that in a short moment you would end up on the ground like the rest, yet somehow after that first swing you still felt shocked when he grabbed your arm and immediately flipped you over. When your body hit the metal floor all of the breath left your lungs, you struggled to get back on your feet only to have him straddle your back while continuing to pull your arm, effectively keeping you pinned down.

Raising your head as high as you could you looked up at the rest of the men, hearing as they jeered and laughed. Even though you knew you couldn't escape you still writhed around, testing the power of the Boss's grip, being at his mercy while surrounded by dozens of onlookers made you feel helpless in a way that you never expected to enjoy. Unfortunately your body expressed this before your oxygen deprived brain had the time to process, you shuddered beneath him praying that in the rush of things he wouldn't notice the tiny breathless whine that came from your mouth. If he did he didn't say anything, just releasing your arm and stepping away while you lay panting on the ground.

"Alright, that's enough for today. Return to your positions." He declared, prompting everyone to disperse.

Still on the ground trying to catch your breath the Boss flipped you onto your back with the tip of his boot, forcing you to look up at him.

"Except you." He said, his eye narrowed leering down at you. "You need more training, meet me here after sundown."

Questions ran wild through your mind but without the courage to ask any you simply coughed out a reply before watching everyonewalk away. "Yes, sir."

Hours later you were pacing awkwardly around in the exact place you were told to be. The sun had been down for sometime by then and large shipping containers had been placed around the deck, obscuring your view of anyone else that might be nearby. You couldn't bring yourself to simply stand still with all the nervous energy running through your body, along with theories of the Boss's ulterior motives for brining you here. Did he notice how you were staring earlier? Maybe he did want to continue your training, but there was the possibility that he wasn't satisfied with your lack of combat skills and he was going to make you leave the base.

"Kept you waiting, huh?" A familiar voice rang out, making you jolt.

"Boss! You startled me." You explained, straightening up to salute him.

As soon as the words left your mouth you came to the conclusion that you might have failed some kind of test, you stood expecting the lecture about being more aware of your surroundings to come any minute.

"I'm surprised you showed up." He remarked, pulling a cigar out from his pocket.

"Yeah...about that training." Unsure of what he meant exactly you could still deduce that this was a more casual meeting than you would have expected.

"You weren't listening this morning." He answered, smoke swiling out of his mouth as he exhaled.

The low tone of his voice made color rise to your cheeks, you could feel yourself shrinking in the shadow of his imposing frame as shame washed over you making you back into the the metal wall behind you. Your instinct to lie and give some kind of lengthy explanation for why you acted the way you did was nullified by fear that he would see right through it.

"I don't have use for soldiers who can't pay attention." He continued, taking another puff. "If you keep getting distracted what good are you?"

"I can still follow orders, I promise!" You told him perhaps a little too loudly, worried he was about to make you leave the base. "Just give me a chance to prove it Boss."

In the dim glow of his cigar just before he threw it away out you could see a faint smirk on his lips. He stepped closer putting one hand on the container you were backed into, his palm clanking as it hit the metal inches away from your face. The other hand lifted your chin, giving you no choice but to look and lock eyes as he leaned in.

"What had you so distracted anyway?" He asked, though the cadence of his voice told you he already knew the answer.

The darkness may have hid the blush on your cheeks but it couldn't hide the sound of your breathing growing heavier. Being this intimate with the Boss felt wrong, dirty even, but the longer it went on the closer you wanted him and you had the feeling he could see that.

"Are you going to admit it or do I have to tell you how desperate you looked this morning?" He asked again, making your thoughts feel exposed before you had a chance to put them into words.

"I was thinking about you Boss." You confessed, the look in his eye urged you to continue. "It's just that, I've looked up to you for such a long time and seeing you in action today made me realize it was more than just respect."

You softly touched his cheek with your hand, feeling the stubble and scars, their rough texture grounding your thoughts and reminding you this wasn't a dream. As his lips met yours you could taste the tabacco on his breath, you put your other arm behind his head to pull him in and deepen the kiss. His arms engulfed your body, their tight grip putting you in a vice you never wanted to escape. Quickly swiping your tongue over the scar on his bottom lip you unwittingly invited his own tongue to invade your mouth, making you gasp as he explored every place he could reach.

You started to unbutton the front of his fatigues, just enough to slip your hand underneath and test your theory of how firm his chest really was. He groaned as your fingers met his skin, his hands beginning to roam your body in direct response, hungry to touch every inch he could. He wasn't nearly as careful when undressing you as he ripped open the front of your jumpsuit, buttons flying to the ground as the fabric was torn apart.

Cool night air caressed your shoulders as you wiggled out of your uniform letting the top half hang off your waist. With the freedom to touch even more of your body the Boss wasted no time letting his fingers roam the uncharted territory, breaking the kiss only for a moment so he could continue down your neck. Gripping the harness under his shirt, you let out a shaking sigh as he scraped his teeth on the vulnerable skin of your neck, feeling as if a wild beast was simply tasting you before devouring you whole.

"Gonna make that little noise again?" He asked panting.

"Only if you make me." You answered, not expecting him to suddenly turn you around and slam you into the wall.

The thought crossed your mind that someone might hear, but what would they do about it? You lived, died and did everything between at the Boss's command, that included letting him use your body anyway he saw fit. Whining much like before when mouth latched to the other side of your neck while he pulled your jumpsuit farther down, you could feel yourself getting wetter as his crotch pressed against you from behind. It was a well known fact that the Boss was packing some serious heat, but now feeling the real thing straining against thin layers of fabric you couldn't help but feel intimidated. He backed away for a moment to free himself from his pants, even though things were moving so fast already your entire body burned in anticipation.

"Snake." You moaned as he tugged your underwear down.

The sound of his old codename caught his attention, with a slow exhale he paused as if drinking the title in. His chest met with tour back and you felt his breath hot against your ear while you waited for his reaction.

"Call me John." He told you, the tone of his voice more flirty than demanding.

"John." You sang as he finally slid in.

Leaning into the crate your nails scratched against the metal as you took his entire length inch by inch until he finally bottomed out. By the way you were rocking your hips back into his he assumed he didn't have to wait for you to adjust, the way you were moaning was another thing that gave him permission to start moving.

"So big..." You whined, his newer codename seeming more appropriate at the moment.

Even though it the stretch was more than you were used to you let him continue uninterrupted, the absolute power behind every snap of his hips enough to convince you to let him go on at the current speed. You spread your legs as wide as you could without losing your footing to try and get him as deep as possible, though your body conspired against you as you started to clench around him after only a few pumps. Although you had little preparation, unless you count a fistfight as some form of foreplay, the excitement of the scenario was more than enough; followed by his expansive length reaching places you never before thought possible.

"Already?" He questioned as you made some new undignified noises.

You couldn't even answer or apologize while he was continuing at the same speed. Every thrust driving into your oversensitive core felt more and more intense, leaving you to wonder just how much he was capable of.

"I hope you can go another round." He stated, his speed picking up. "I'm not even close yet."

"No." You mumbled. "Don't stop."

Feeling the grin on his face as he bit down into your shoulder your head started to feel light, unable to feel even the legs you were standing on as you lost yourself in the feeling of being pounded into like it was a punishment. Not even realizing how tight his grasp on your hips was until his hands left to lift your bra then grab your tits as soon as they sprang free, making you cry out when your nipples got pinched between his fingers. The rough massage that ensued gave your mind a new reason to spin while every part of your body fell to the whims of the Boss.

"Where have you been hiding these?" He asked continuing to knead his fingers into your breasts.

"I didn't know you would like them so much." You answered.

Only growling in response it was clear he was focused on the task at hand while he continued to play with your breasts. The soft flesh nearly bruising in his careless grasp, letting up only to feel them jiggle with a few aggressive thrusts.

"Wow you really like them." You pointed out in response to his incresingly feral state.

Hearing him pant and snarl like a wild animal behind you made you desperately want to see the source of those wild sounds, you wondered if his teeth were bared, if his eye was squeezed shut, if his hair was an absolute mess. The expected twinge of shame you felt when thinking of the Boss this way was long gone, replaced by sense of pride in the fact that you were the one putting him in this delirium. Tilting your head back you sighed, happily lost in the rhythmless melody of his body coliding with yours.

"Where do you want it?" He grunted, a building climax apparent in his voice.

"Everywh- I mean, anywhere." You mumbled.

After pulling out he turned you around once again, seeing how he was hurriedly pumping his cock you moved to replace his hand with your own. The image in front of you was nothing short of picturesque, Big Boss himself desperately rutting in your grasp; on it's own nearly enough to make you cum a second time. His deep groans as the first few drops started to flow from the tip of his cock were like a melody, soon to be accompanied by your own when his fingers found your dripping hole.

Throwing your head back you let the hot ropes of cum cover your bare stomach, the highest shots reaching your tits, chest heaving while at the same time his fingers thrusted rapidly into your core. Your body started to shake and contract once again, filling the night with unbelievably lewd sounds. Once both of you caught your breath you took a finger and swiped it across your abdomen, collecting as much cum as you could before licking it off. This earned a devilish smile from the Boss as he looked down in admiration at his handiwork while you put yourself back together.

"I need to get back to barracks before someone sees us." You said while pulling your jumpsuit up.

"No one's gonna see." He told you while redressing himself. "By the way, you're on night gaurd duty for this platform from now on."

"Oh." You replied, buttoning your top. "I hope it doesn't get too lonely out here."

"Don't worry, I'll see to it myself that you have some company." He promised letting the air fill with a tension that would have to be released the next time he came to visit your post.

"You're too kind, John." You replied.

"Getting used to saying that name?" He remarked.

"It's a nice name." You answered, earning a smile from him.

"Just don't forget to call me Boss during training, I know you have a hard time controlling what comes out of your mouth." You weren't sure if that was a flirty quip or an actual insult but either way it made you blush.

"I'll be extra careful, Boss." You cooed.

"Good girl." He responded. "Now get back to your post."

After going you separate ways you were overcome with a flood of hard to pinpoint emotions, though your body was more than satisfied and very sore, you felt a new longing for just a little more time with the Boss. For the rest of the night your mind reeled with questions of what this meant for you, how your relationship was going to change, if you would have to hide it from everyone. The only thing you absolutely knew for certain was that you were definitely looking forward to your next training session.

[mgsheadcanons]

hey hiii can I ask for some skull face headcanons (it can be romantic or just random ones you thought of) 💓 thank you

[YES!😏😍 It’s not eneough love for Skullface out there! I really love writing for him:)) Just in case: it's ok to send random or other hcs request (I can easily forget without an ask)]

Skull Face romantic headcanons:

• Secretly he is a romantic. Or I’m better say “he was”? Unfortunately, this feeling was lost deep inside his soul long ago. You brought it back

• He is old fashioned and he prefers old fashioned relationship – he’s the head and you’re the “fire-keeper”. Hope you share traditional views

• He makes little surprises and behaves very tenderly with you: gifting and physical affection are his love language

• He leaves fresh bouquets next to your bed in the morning just to bright your mood up. He’s not a cheerful kind of person, so he wants at least you to be happy

• He’s touch starved, although he will never admit it, so he loves cuddles and embrace a little too much

• He gently strokes your shoulders and back with his forehead against your temple when you have a minute in private for such little things

• He’s a very patient and caring partner, he always finds time for you, he’s always a gentleman and his business never affects his behavior towards you

• He remembers your little likes and dislikes: you prefer one spoon of sugar in your coffee or use this very cup? You fluff up your pillow before lie down to it? He remembers details

• When there’s enough time he organizes romantic dinner on the balcony, he serves it himself in order to take a break from the things he has to deal with all other time

• He’s not used to hear any sort of compliments, so comment on his style and outfit, his skills or appearance, especially appearance, to see these passionless eyes shining

• It makes his heart literally melt, and he feels like he can never love you more than at the moment

[pudgyvenomsnake]

*crawls into frame*

Oh hey, if anyone here still cares, and still likes some soft VQuiet I just posted the last chapter of Understanding Silence

[dorminchu]

aesthetic update! :0

new banner + color changes, hopefully the blog is easier on the eyes + guess what I've been playing ;)

also just wanted to say hi, yes I'm not dead, and school’s going great. thanks very much for the support on my latest fic over at @dorms-fic-archive :D 

[caesarsaladinn]

and it’s easier this way! better than saying ”so there’s this guy Big Boss, and he’s the villain, until he’s the hero, but it turns out he’s not actually the hero becauae he’s really some guy named Venom Snake, who will later be killed by the real Big Boss’s clone Solid Snake in a sequel that was actually made decades before the game in question. yeah, and they’re all missing eyes for some reason” while my roommate actively walks away

every Metal Gear man is just Snake Plissken to me