#mgsv kaz reader

[imagines-by-cleo]

Alright I’ll be adding another one to your numerous kaz requests😅can we get one where a female assassin (not Quiet lol) attempts to murder mgsv!Kaz and despite the hate he falls in love with her? I just thought the idea of Kaz having an ex assassin lover might be interesting.

and like everyone is saying…please take your time and don’t rush. Love your blog xoxo

~I'm back~ and omg I can't believe it took me until the new year to finish this. I've been writing this one bit by bit for the last couple months and I liked this prompt so much I'm almost sad to finish it. Thank you friend for thinking of this! Maybe I'll do a part two after I finish the rest of the requests and the few of my own I have in the works that should hopefully be out soon.

CW: SMUT, kinda dubcon, bondage, nipple play, teasing, fingering, orgasm denial, switch!Kaz, rough sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling

You gasped as another bucket full of freezing water was dumped over you, making you shudder and strain against the chains that held your arms above your head. Ready to shout another insult at the overdressed bastard that had been interrogating you until the swish of the sliding door echoed across the room and a stranger stepped in.

His presence held weight and his silence added to that, while you held your breath the only sound was the clanking of his cane on the metal floor slowly coming closer and closer.

"I tried everything, but unless you want me to seriously hurt her she's not gonna budge." The cowboy spoke, sounding just a little too excited as he hinted for permission to really get to work.

"That's not necessary." Kaz replied, sounding just the slightest bit defensive. "Let me talk to her. Alone."

"I don't think that's a good idea..."

"I don't care what you think." Kaz snapped back.

With a shrug the other man walked out of the room and you were left alone with your former target. If he wanted you dead it's likely he would have just killed you already, it was more possible that he wanted answers, secrets that you were in no position to be giving away. There was still a chance that you could save this mission from failure but if you cracked and gave away any information you would be dodging assassins better than yourself for the rest of your life.

He came closer in no hurry at all, clanking of his crutch hitting the metal floor echoed through the silent room like a doom drum. As he stood between you and the only light in the room he made a rather intimidating silhouette, towering over you in complete silence. Though you knew that his calm collected nature was just a ruse to put you in suspense you couldn't help but feel a little defeated as it was working.

"Let's start at the beginning." He said before starting his interrogation. "How did you get in?"

"Wouldn't you like to to know soldier boy?" You quipped, earning the smallest hint of a growl that he made quick work of silencing before he continued.

"Who do you work for?" He asked.

"You have a lot of enemies. Kaz." You teased, staring him down. "Just pick one to blame it on for now, it won't matter in the end."

"This doesn't have to be difficult." He stated, more reasonably than anyone who was almost murdered had a right to sound.

"Oh you haven't even seen difficult yet." You challenged, sounding more like a bratty child than a deadly assassin.

He quickly raised his hand, thinking he was going to hit you you flinched, not expecting to find him only reaching for the top button of your fatigues. It really did catch you off guard when he started to pop open each button slowly, one after the other until your whole front was undone and chest ready to be exposed by the slightest pull of the fabric.

Though the clothes still covered all that they were supposed to, the chilly wet fabric clinging tightly to your skin left little to the imagination. The sunglasses covering his eyes made it hard to tell where Kaz was looking yet you could still feel yourself shrinking under his gaze and fought your restraints with the urge to cover yourself.

Raising his hand to his mouth and biting down on the fingertip of his glove he pulled it off with his teeth then spit it onto the floor. He touched his bare hand to your neck, feeling how your breath was starting to quicken and more so when you knew he noticed, then pressing his thumb lightly over your windpipe he felt it stop. You found yourself wondering, doubting and then fearing again if a one handed man could even strangle you. Something in his firm grasp told you that he was ready to, and threatened, no, promised that he would.

His fingers moved, tracing your collar bone then stopping on the center of your chest, feeling your racing heartbeat for just a moment before slowly pulling one side of your shirt open. The touch of his hand on your skin felt both foreign and warm against your cold skin, even when he started to cup your uncovered breast it was difficult to reject.

"What are you doing?" You asked with an all too telling shake in your voice, receiving no answer from the man touching you.

You wanted to kick him away, spit at him maybe, call him a pervert or something worse, but the way he touched you was so meticulous and not at all a rushed taking of an opportunity. His touch was deliberate yet gentle, and the bitter scowl still stuck on his face told you that this wasn't for his enjoyment.

The cold water had already made your nipples stand out leaving them much easier to touch, he circled one with his thumb lightly toying with it and making you shudder. You did your best not to show a reaction and began to bite your lip in fear of making a noise as he continued to squeeze and massage the soft flesh in his grasp.

Soon his fingers started to wander lower, until they had reached a point that made you assess whether you should reject his touch or open up to it you found your body had already answered for you as your legs parted without any resistance. Truth be told there were certainly more horrible people to be captured by, even when you were looking at his file and saw the messy blonde hair and the mysterious shades you thought it would be a shame to kill him.

His fingers ran slowly up and down your slit, only brushing your clit with every other languid stroke. You could feel yourself getting wetter and eventually hear it too when you started to soak his fingers and make it easier for them to glide over your folds. When you rolled your hips forward to grind against his palm only finding he suddenly pulled his hand away, now you knew what his goal was.

"That's a dirty trick." You huffed, rubbing your thighs together though it was no substitute for his touch.

"Talk." He demanded, returning just one finger to rub little circles around your clit without ever really touching it.

"I can't." You growled in frustration. "They have other assassins ready to kill anyone that cracks."

His fingers moved down to circle your entrance, making you more and more desperate with each stroke. The satisfied look on his face as you got visibly closer to breaking was your only motivation to stay quiet. He leaned in close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin, the ghost of a touch of his lips on your ear seemed to hit every nerve in your body as he whispered.

"Are you sure you're so worried about that?" He asked, challenging the last bit of strength you had left.

One finger pressed in slowly, enough that you could savor the slight stretch which you couldn't tell whether it came from the thickness of the digit or how hard you had been clenching around it. Sliding in as deep as possible before curling, you moaned out loud as the feeling in the core grew more intense and demanded relief.

Kaz leaned in close until his lips where just ghosting over your own, you wanted to lean forward to kiss him but he was just out of reach. Still he lingered, tasting every breath growing deeper and faster while his fingers pumped in time. Just as you were sure you could cum all over his fingers he pulled his hand away.

"No, no, no, please!" You whimpered, trying to get his touch back before your release was lost.

"Tell me." He reiterated much to your frustration.

"It's XOF, okay? They sent me to kill you." You finally broke down and admitted not even caring about the consequences.

"What else do you know about them?" He continued.

"They don't tell me that much, probably in case I got captured, but they have more people they're gonna send if I don't come back."

"In that case we're gonna have to tighten up security around here..." His attention drifted off as he started to mentally plan.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you're a damn tease?" You jeered.

That seemed to be the only thing that broke his scowl as he let out a short laugh, he even seemed to stay amused as he turned and walked away. "Well if those assassins are only as skilled as you I guess we have nothing to worry about."

"Hey, where are you going?" You asked though you received no answer

Totally unbothered as he kept walking and not the slightest bit guilty for leaving you so desperately untouched as he entered the code and stepped out the door.

"Kaz, you can't leave me like this." You shouted after him shamelessly bargaining. "It's gotta be against the Geneva convention or something."

As as the door shut behind him and your begging shouts had turned into frustrated curses as you strained against your bonds. The room was left deadly silent making the sound of your pounding heart echo louder through your neglected body and you found yourself wishing that someone would have mercy and dump another bucket of cold water on you.

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Ever since that day you had been working exclusively for the diamond dogs under the direct orders of Kazuhira Miller. Doing odd missions and assassinations that Big Boss was too busy to take care of, your most difficult mission so far was convincing everyone that you were no longer a threat, but for the most part you left that up to Kaz. Your loyalty lied only with him and for the worst reason, every day that you worked you counted yourself lucky that that no one else knew the truth or what your goals really were; although every once in a while you would get a knowing glance from that cowboy you met earlier.

Soon enough you had earned enough trust to have the privilege of a room of your own, it was hardly an upgrade from your cold cell but it at least had a proper bed, the only real problem was how empty it felt. The nights there were unbearable alone and you constantly found yourself tossing and turning with an insatiable need burning through your body. Your own touch was hardly enough to satisfy, even when you pretended your fingers were his while tracing all the places he had touched before.

One night you couldn't take it anymore, frustrated with the growing wetness between your thighs you ventured out to go find the relief you had been craving for far too long. Without even bothering to put on more than the t-shirt you slept in and a thin pair of panties you snuck out through the halls avoiding detection much like you would on a real mission.

Security had increased since you first infiltrated the base, but luckily for you not in the places it mattered. The routes patrol took were the same and the direction cameras were pointed never changed either, both faults practically inviting you into Kaz's quarters.

He wasn't a very sound sleeper, just like the first time you saw him he was tossing and turning in a fight with his own dreams before he even woke to notice an intruder. Quietly and carefully you crept onto his bed watching him twitch and mumble for a moment before you crawled over and straddled him, pushing the sweat dampened hair back from his forehead you noticed his breathing start to steady as his eyes fluttered open.

The peace didn't last long however, when he woke up enough to realize there was someone else in the room his expression changed to pure rage. His hand flew to your throat squeezing tight even after he recognized you almost as if you were the nightmare he had been fighting with. Only gently setting a hand on his arm while trying not to give in to your instinct to fight back, eventually his grip relaxed though he didn't let go of your neck.

"Trying to kill me again?" He questioned, baring his teeth.

"No." You answered simply, a blush crept onto you face along with a hint of a nervous smile.

Kaz was about to say something else, most likely a follow up question until he felt the answer in your fingertips creeping along the waistband of his boxers. He was stunned at the boldness of your touch, giving you the opportunity to grab his wrist and pin it to his side.

"You never told me how you got in here." He confidantly remarked, as if he was still in control.

"The same way I got in last time." You answered proudly. "And you didn't even bother to lock the door this time."

Noticing the hint of a smirk on his face you could almost assume that he knew, even as you felt him strain in your grasp but never really fight against it made you think this vulnerability was just an act or more likely a trap. Suspicious as his behavior was you couldn't help but take the opportunity before you, hooking your finger on his boxers waistband and slowly pulling them down.

With a few light strokes you soon felt his cock stiffen up in your grasp then once it was nice and hard you gripped tighter and pumped a little faster. Watching his chest rise and fall as his breathing grew deeper you were hoping to get something like a whimper or maybe you could even get him beg and look as pathetic as you must have when he was teasing you.

The idea swirled in your head as you softened your grip and slowed down until you were only giving him short lazy strokes. Kaz let out a deep frustrated groan, while it wasn't what you were hoping for it was a start. He opened his eyes to see you staring down at him with sadistic intentions then gave you a defiant smile while shaking his head.

Pouting at his reaction you became even more determined to get him to crack, with only your thumb and your forefinger you continued to work his shaft until you could practically hear him grinding his teeth. He had almost wiggled his wrist out of your grasp but you kept a firm hold on him.

After deciding you had enough of teasing him you let go and moved up to hover your hips just above his, though he tried to hide it his twitching and squirming gave him away. Your mouth watered at the sight of Kaz held down panting with his swollen leaking cock out and proud just waiting for you to touch it while the growing ache between your own legs was getting too much to ignore

Too impatient to even take them completely off you simpliy slid your panties to the side before straddling him and lowering down, taking a minute roll your hips and drag his tip across your slit and feel it twitch while you soaked his cock. He let out the most delicious gasp when you slammed down on him and took the entire length with little resistance, for a moment you stayed there just savoring the feeling that was so much better than you had imagined in the long lonely nights.

The small victory wasn't yours to enjoy for very long, you held still long enough to feel him writhe impatiently and try to raise his hips in protest, you kept your resolve and only lifted slowly off of him then lowered back down taking just one inch at a time. Kaz groweld at first, then he sighed, then he whined. It was just like how you were when he left literally hanging in that cold cell, maybe even worse. The idea of that revenge made you dizzy with the promise of relief like you had been wanting, and you found yourself feeling just merciful enough to use him to get it.

Squeezing around him and making him moan without any hint of shame, his wrist went limp in your grasp and he relaxed and allowed you to continue your sweet torture. It did feel like a victory to render him as helpless as he was beneath you, even the idea of it made you wetter than you thought possible and the sight of it made you shudder. In that moment you needed release more than you needed revenge, the bitterness you felt toward him slipped further away every time you sunk down on his cock.

Your hips were moving on their own at that point, it was hard to tell who was getting more pleasure out of it all you knew was that you were getting so close to that sweet relief you had needed since he first touched you. Reminded of that night you had the idea of bringing his hand up to your chest, having him touch you like only he could.

As soon as you released his wrist his hand flew to your thigh grabbing tight and using it as leverage to throw you off onto your back, already stunned at being tossed off like that you never expected him to flip you again before climbing over and using his weight to keep you pinned down with a hand on the back of your neck.

"Fuck! Not again." You groaned, feeling your release slipping away.

His fingers twisted into your hair while he pushed your face into the pillow, the way he held you down made nearly impossible to even shift your weight let alone break free. Although his still hard cock rubbing against you from behind curbed your want to escape.

He laughed as you tried to wiggle yourself out to no avail. "I expect better from my best assassin, I should teach you a lesson."

Fighting his grasp just enough to turn your head for a moment to ask while sliding your panties down and coyly grinding against him. "Would you call this a lesson, or maybe a punishment?"

"A mission, now shut up and take it." He answered bluntly before forcing your head back into the pillow.

The first thrust buried his entire length deeper than it had gone before, without even realizing it you were whimpering helplessly while he pulled out to the tip and repeated the action again. Over and over the cycle continued of him leaving you nearly empty just to plunge in even deeper and quicker.

It was almost too much but you were so afraid of him stopping and not letting you finish that you spread your legs farther and took even more. Your cheeks grew red in pure embarrassment as you lost all control over the noises coming from your mouth, more so when Kaz pulled your head back by the hair and forced you to cry out in the open.

"C'mon, let everyone know who you're loyal to now." He demanded, twisting your hair and earning another scream.

He was so cruel, but honestly that was what you wanted, the violence, the insults, the brutal manhandling, all of it. Ever since that day you were wishing he would just pound you like this, all the while giving you that blood chilling scowl.

That feeling of reaching your peak came creeping up through your body again, and with it a fear that you would be denied release. You arched your back and bucked your hips in rhythm with his trying to take in as much of him as you possibly could while fully expecting him to chastise you for being so desperate.

"Don't... Don't make me beg for it again." You panted out, lifting up and pressing your back to his chest.

He snorted at your request. "You're so lucky I'm bored of teasing you."

Having him so close while you came made the sensation so much more intense, feeling his breathing get deeper while he pounded even harder and pulled your hair even tighter. He tugged your head to the side so he could put his mouth on your neck and practically taste every moan that flowed out, his lips felt scorching on your already burning skin consuming you completely in a wildfire of passion.

Kaz pulled out and turned you over while your legs were still twitching, before he could even push back in you caught a glance through the glaze in your eyes and saw the first spurts of cum dripping out of his cock. He shut his eyes and bared his teeth while he continued to roll his hips forward, letting out long low groan and gripping your thigh tight. The feeling of him twitching inside while he while he filled you up was just too much for your sore overstretched hole, but the lingering need to keep him close kept you from telling him to stop and instead making you wrap your legs around his waist.

Spent, exhausted and finally finished he dropped down, his face only a few inches away from your own. Your breath mixed and your eyes locked in a moment of honest exposure, the bitterness and tension being released finally allowed the two of you to really see each other for a brief moment.

He didn't hold back at all, touching and kissing you wildly wherever he pleased while you were still shivering and giving you all the contact you had been begging for all this time. While you were a little taken aback by his treatment you readily accepted and even returned the affection where you could.

"Do you know how bad I wanted to do this while you were all tied up in there?" He revealed through heavy breaths.

Even his affection was violent. Kisses from a man who forgot any other way to be intimate could nearly drown you in wave after brutal wave, but you wouldn't just survive without returning in kind. Not simply allowing Kaz to take over your body, you savagely took his as well. Becoming nothing more than a tangled mess of tongues and teeth, hands grabbing and pulling desparately whether they landed on hair or skin.

In one of the rare instances when your lips had to part for oxygen you took the opportunity to say. "Kaz. Don't take this the wrong way but, I'm so glad I came to kill you."

"There's no right way for you to take this but, I'm glad you're bad at your job." He replied with a grin.

With the slightest urge to prove him wrong right there you laughed and kissed him again. For the rest of the night it continued like that, with the two of you sharing banter while holding each other close. The end of the agonizingly tense relationship you previously had sparked the begining of something that would be a challenge to explain if anyone on base found out. If they found out.

[tokyo-chainsaw-dragon2]

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𝐌𝐆𝐒 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

A/N: 4th of July edition headcanons lmao

Requested by: No one

Characters: Solid Snake, Venom Snake, Big Boss, Kazuhira Miller, Raiden

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟐𝟑𝟒

⚠️CONTENT WARNINGS: none

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🗿When Solid Snake does 4th of July festivities, he buys an American flag bandana from himself and some matching pajamas. He does watch fireworks or a patriotic movie with you on TV and orders pizza. So it's pretty much a relaxation day for the two of you.

☠️When it comes to Venom Snake doing Independence Day things, he lounges in the hot tub while eating some cheeseburgers and drinking whiskey. It doesn't sound like much to you or him, but the instant you join him in the hot tub wearing a bikini, Venom goes all over you.

🐍Whenever Big Boss gets to celebrate July 4th, he doesn't really do anything. Or, at least you think that he doesn't do anything. He actually does go out to the roof with his gun at night and shoots down woodpeckers as he smokes.

🍥When it comes to Kazuhira Miller celebrating the 4th of July, he obviously grills hot dogs and burgers for everybody. You know his grilling skills are off the charts from experience. Kaz does let you have your burger first since you're his girlfriend.

⚡When Raiden's celebrating the 4th of July, he does the typical duty of lighting up fireworks and shooting bottle rockets in the sky. He tried showing you how, but you were too scared. He does cut up a watermelon with his sword for you to munch on as he does them.

[fizzymilkduds]

brb gonna extract mgsv audio files so I can do a comp of Kaz moaning like a little whore for my fic

[majjiktricks]

12 & 22 for venom snake ? 🥰

12. What’s a headcanon you have for this character? for a silly one: i need venom to be bigger than big boss. its so funny. i know this is basically canon but its hilarious to me that people didnt notice when "big boss" miraculously grew 6 inches and put on another 50lbs of muscle from when they saw him 9 years ago. yeah sure for ease of game design, venom and bb use basically the same models and animations. but in my heart, venom is Bigger Boss. otherwise: i love how venom is very quiet and much more physically oriented than big boss. venom barely has any lines in mgsv, whereas (especially in peace walker) there are a lot of instances of bb having entire conversations with other characters. while i do wish that venom had been more fleshed out in v, i understand why they didnt do that (for narrative reasons so you cant figure out hes not bb before the game wants you to, and for budget reasons i would assume with kiefer sutherland). i like to think that venom is just naturally very quiet and doesnt talk much, even if hes comfortable and relaxed. i think he prefers to just be near someone as his form of hanging out. hes a very good listener. anyone he genuinely likes gets hugs and pats often :3

22. If you’re a fic reader, what’s something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don’t like? these questions are making me realize i need to read more metal gear fics… i havent actually read too many now that i think about it for venom i think some authors struggle a little to differentiate him from bb? i really enjoy the compare/contrast of v vs bb, especially in their respective relationships to kaz and ocelot, but a few things ive read treat v as if hes exactly the same as bb (especially if bbkaz and vkaz are mentioned/involved in the same fic. i think kaz has complex feelings about his relationships to them, but those feelings arent necessarily the same for both of them.). while they are superficially the same guy, venom exhibits a lot of traits that bb doesnt, and i love to see it when authors include that in their works <3

thanks for sending in ^_^

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[danddymaro]

I Feel sparks | Kazuhira Miller X Reader

A/N: Of course Kaz is jealous. I'm sorry! I just like him that way, existing with that little flame that could burst wildly or burn so, so softly sweet that it’s tenderly warm.

Based in MGSV

The reader has been there for a fat minute, give or take a year or so.

Younger reader, like around early 20′s ( At this point Imma say our boy is 40 )

honestly it’s not even a bad gap, but for the sake of it imma just post this cause it was an idea I had until I realized he was about 38 during V.

He drifts from sure, to insecure, because well, he’s a pining man.

Ends abruptly out of lack of creativeness.

Word Count: 1341

I Feel Sparks 

His milky-toned orbs were fiercely narrowed as they continued to follow the young woman during her venture along the grounds of their home.

It wasn't a uncommon to see the woman walk along the grounds, in fact, it  was a regular sight.

It was a blessing to him because it was during then that he'd take the opportunity to approach her and join.

During then, he would have gladly gone to her would it not be for the company she already had.

She seemed happy to have the other man join her, the young woman not seeming intent to leave his side any time soon with how much they spoke and chuckled.

 All the while, a seemingly permanent V mark was formed between the golden-haired male's brows as he continued to glare in the moving pair's direction, not seeing anything else but the two, and what was much more, unable to think of anything else, because he couldn't shake off the naggy feeling that struck him.

It was a first for him, and it was nearly overwhelming.

Her warm (e/c) colored eyes squinted like a small fox's would as her lips curled up into a joyful smile, showing her amusement with a wholeheartedness that was unfeigned. 

And while he couldn't deny that she looked positively precious while she expressed her joy, he was irked by the reason why she had been so amused.

 she seemed fully enthralled by whatever stupidity the idiotically grinning man at her side spoke about, all to a point it seemed like everything else in the world was a sixth priority, and he was all she could put focus on.

'Would I be interrupting anything?' Kaz wondered with upset, feeling hesitant at the thought of going to her because he didn't want to see her pretty face fall with disappointment at his disruption.

- He didn't want to find out that she preferred anyone else's company.

Seeing her so happy, much more, so carelessly joyous all aside someone else made his heart slowly sink, anchored by a sudden weight of dejection.

'What the hell could be so funny?' Kaz asked himself, not taking his eyes off of the two for even a second, his gloomy heart pounding so harshly that he could barely hear himself think.

He was viciously focused, by then zeroing in on the sight of the man alone for just a moment, taking in his appearance with bitterness, because he was definitely younger than Kaz was, close enough to be her age at least.

- And it unnerved him.

That alone had him in low spirits.

‘ I'm damn near 40,’ he thought with a low, disheartened grumble, having to remind himself how ridiculous he was being. 

He had also taken notice that the younger male was much stronger, having a much better physique than Miller had had before his disabling, something that made the blonde sigh softly,

'And that was in my prime,' he lamented while knowing that his body hadn't quite recovered as he'd wanted it to. 

He'd made the efforts to stay in shape, but there were certain limitations he had now, and much more, he didn't see too much of the field to really keep up like before anyways.

"This is ridiculous," he started.

 “ ... I'm pinning over a woman that's practically half my age,” he added softly, his shoulders falling in misery, knowing how absurd it was to try and put himself in the competition. 

'It's not like I have any chance anyways,' He thought dejectedly.

However, while there was a part of him that was doubtful, there was an equal part within him that felt otherwise, and had confidence that shined through every now and then.

During his moments of doubt that came, there was an existing feeling that told him to keep his chin pointed up.

Maybe it was arrogance, plain and simple arrogance that was remnant of the womanizer he was before that just couldn’t admit defeat.

Or perhaps it was just true confidence that came from wisdom.

Because even if the younger man could get her to giggle at him, only Kaz had gotten her to laugh so fiercely that she eventually croaked and wheezed, ultimately turning into a mess of tears and happy hiccups.

'I've seen you in ways that no one else had,' he thought with a little swell to his chest.

Kazuhira had also taken notice of how close she managed to walk to him.

 Much more, he'd been especially aware of how she took every opportunity to touch him, whereas with everyone else she seemed much more reserved.

'She's comfortable around me,' he then thought with a soft, growing smile as recalled that with each instance, he could also feel little sparks tingle. 

His lips then pursed, and as they did, he shook his head, 

' Sparks?' He thought to himself with a little huff, hanging his head afterward, contemplating over his own thoughts.

"I feel sparks," he mused aloud, feeling foolish.

'She makes me feel ...giddy.' he went on, thinking about how silly it was for him to feel that way. 

In spite of his Age.

In spite of his position. 

All opposing to everything else in his life that set them apart, he felt giddy.

With the same boyish smile, he then picked up his head, hoping to continue to eye the woman when he realized she'd disappeared from his line of vision, leaving the other man to move on his own, left without company.

He wore a face of confusion before A sudden tap to his right shoulder made him turn, and as he did he found nothing in sight but was awarded a stifled giggle that came from his left. 

Recognizing the playful sound, Kaz then breathed out a little huff before making a full turn to the woman, 

"You got me," he said while admitting defeat, though, not seeming too downhearted as he focused on the reality that she was there with him.

'She came to me...' he thought to himself with wonder.

"So...." he then started, "You seemed to be having fun over there," he continued, referring to her earlier venture with the other man. 

The words left his mouth before he could think twice, and afterward, he regretted it because he realized just how petty he sounded, every word dripping with envy.

Surprised, the young woman looked up at him with confusion before she seemed to catch on, "Yeah," she said with a soft, whimsical hum, "I was," she agreed while eyeing his soft, barely existing pout.

"- But," (f/n) then added," I'd rather be here," She went on, her coy response warming his chest. 

"Besides," she started, "I noticed something," she then said while daring to glance right into his eyes, "You seemed a little lonely over here," She added, observing as he slowly understood her little tease.

"Kinda like you were hoping for someone to just...appear," she said while taking a playful slow step forward.

"- A certain someone who would just happen to be...me," she added cheekily.

He suddenly felt bashful, his words threatening to jumble with each other before he released a small cough to clear his throat and give himself an extra second of composure.

"Was...Was it that obvious?" he asked her, his voice soft and low, an indicator that he was embarrassed if the blooming color that was present over his features wasn't enough.

"- He said that he could practically feel you breathing down his neck," (f/n) chuckled while recalling back to just how perturbed the other man had been.

"The man has no fear of death, but somehow, a glaring Kazuhira Miller is enough to get him shaking in his boots," she said while unsuccessfully holding back a giggle as he stood embarrassed, trying to tone down the heat that festered over his face.

'She's got me blushing like some idiot, ' he mused while timidly bowing his head, the soft expression remaining unmoved.

“I think it’s cute when you’re jealous,” (f/n) admitted to him.

[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.

[imagines-by-cleo]

Hello!! I recently got into mgsv and I love your fics so much it’s like free therapy to me<3 Are you currently accepting requests? If so, can I get a readerxKaz where Kaz has unrequited feelings to the reader but they end up being together? (And yes NSFW please haha)

But it’s alright if you’re not open for requests, absolutely no pressure!!

Absolutely friend! It makes me so happy that someone out there wants some more metal gear fics!

Kaz is quickly becoming one of my favorite characters ever pretty much so the hardest thing about writing this was picking from the ideas I already had and choosing which ones to save for another fic. Hopefully when I get some more time on my hands I can write more of our Kazzy boi but for now I hope you'll enjoy this!

CW: SMUT, masturbation, accidental voyerism/exhibitionism, sex pollen, unintentional edging, fingering, begging, wall sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex

Kaz usually didn't have a problem with visiting the R&D unit, it was just another part of making sure the base was running smoothly, but ever since he recruited this new girl checking up on operations was getting increasingly difficult.

He stood at the door to the workshop and took a deep breath, his heart dropped knowing you was on the other side. Trying to clear his thoughts before he made a fool of himself in front of you again, his hands were shaking as he reached to open the door. When he stepped through he saw people were drawing up blueprints, putting together weapons, everything was business as usual at least as far as he could tell until his gaze steered toward the desk were you sat alone. Before he knew it he was making a beeline toward your workspace, it wasn’t until he got there that he realized he had no idea what to say to you.

It must have been more than his own discomfort making the room warm. There you sat with your fatigues folded down at the waist leaving your upper half in only a tank top, your exposed skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Completely unaware of his presence as you were engrossed in putting together some little device. Which he was glad for since he already lost track of how long he had been standing there staring at you.

"Uhhh, what's this?" He asked, not knowing how else to break the silence.

It was no secret that he was an effortless flirt when it came to literally anyone else, but his usual pick up lines and general amorous attitude didn't feel right to use on you. A little startled at the sudden realization of his presence you looked over at him, eyes wide making him freeze under your gaze.

"Oh, it's just a new design for the codec. We already improved the sound and the broadcasting range so I was just working on the fit, now you can hardly tell you have it on." You explained, extremely proud of your design.

If he was being honest he barely processed a word you said, all too engrossed in just the sound of your voice and the passion in your eyes while you showed him your project. His efforts were focused on keeping his gaze from dropping down to your cleavage.

"Do you want to try it on?" You asked, presenting the device to him and snapping him out of the trance you had him in.

"Yeah, I guess." He replied, leaning forward.

Kaz stiffened up at the touch of your fingers on his skin while you secured the codec around his neck, taking special care to hold his quickening breath and keep from shaking visibly. As if he wasn't feeling akward enough, he felt his pants get ever so slightly tighter, making him change his stance to make it slightly less noticeable.

"See? you'll barely feel a thing." You remarked, once you finished. "I have some other designs I've been working on if you want to see them."

Before he could agree you were already bending over to reach something in a bottom drawer of your desk, exposing the waistband of your brightly colored underwear as you continued searching. Kaz felt dirty looking at you like this even though he had seen more than his fair share of naked flesh in his day, and he was very thankful for the dark sunglasses that hid the direction of his line of sight. Despite what little conscience he had left screaming at him, he couldn't bring himself to look away, watching every little movement of your body as you rummaged through the drawer while the guilt made his heart pound and his face hot.

"Here, this is a new serum I was designing with the medical team for- Are you okay?" You inquired, turning to see his flustered state.

"I'm fine." He answered, perhaps too bluntly while tugging at his shirt collar.

"Are you sure? You must to be roasting in that coat." You continued, with more genuine concern then he believed a man like him deserved.

"Don't worry about it, just tell me more about this thing." He dismissed the subject before taking a seat on the edge of your desk.

Once again he had no idea what exactly you were talking about but he knew he could listen to you for hours. Most of the room was was filled with the scent of gunpowder and oiled metals but through the thick air Kaz could get the occasional whiff of a sweet musk that could only be coming from your perfume. That certainly wasn't helping the tent in his pants go down as he had to pull his overcoat tighter around his body in order to conceal it. The fabric practically suffocated him, but now he didn't have the option of taking it off, eventually he would need to leave before he gave himself heatstroke.

"This looks great, but I have some work I need to get back to." He excused himself, it wasn’t an entire lie but the urgency of the situation was exaggerated.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you this long, I must be talking your ear off." You apologized, the thought of disappointing you by sounding disinterested made him panic.

"It's no trouble, you could talk my ear off anytime." Kaz chimed, trying to remedy the situation.

"But not now, of course." You added.

"What?" He asked.

"You have work to do." You reminded him, with a smile.

"Right." He answered, resisting the urge to smack his forehead.

Waiting until after he was out of earshot to begin muttering to himself, Kaz decided it was better to just go straight to his quarters and sort himself out before he went back to work. Stomping down the halls on his way there, thinking of all the things he maybe should have said to you and all the ways he made himself look completely stupid.

At least he could be greatful that you were the only witness to his awkward antics, he couldn't imagine what he would be in for if Ocelot or Snake saw him like that.

It was almost like the scent of your perfume was following him all the way to his room, that sweet musk filling the air even as he closed the door behind him. Ripping off his coat and hat and tossing them across the room before ungracefully throwing himself onto the bed, it was no surprise to find that his little 'problem' hadn't gone away. He frowned looking down at the ever growing bulge in his pants, his stifled cock throbbing and begging to be released.

"Making me hard in the middle of the day like that." He grumbled, unbuckling his belt.

Sighing, he realized as frustrated as he was he couldn't even bring himself to be mad at you. All you did was exist and here he was acting like some horny teenager who couldn't control himself.

"You don't even know what you do to me." He whispered, biting the fingertips of his gloves to pull them off.

Those thoughts kept coming as he slipped his hand under the waistband of his boxers, you invaded every corner of his mind like some kind of virus. He couldn't imagine how you would react if you could see the pictures he crafted in his mind, you were too good for the filthy scenarios he put you in. Of course he respected you, you were an excellent engineer with a brilliant mind and one of the most genuinely good people he had ever met, so why couldn't he stop thinking of fucking you like you were anything less than that?

Your name left his lips like a prayer for forgiveness. There was no concern for volume anymore as he pulled out his hard length and stroked it with a firm grip.

He let his mind wander to a scene of him bending you over that desk of yours and telling you to keep talking about your little inventions while he pounded into you, making you explain every detail while you tried not to whimper and moan. Kaz let out a shuddering sigh, wondering how that sweet voice of yours would sound while you were on the brink of an orgasm.

"I bet you sound so fucking pretty, don't you?" He breathed out.

Having to slow the speed of his strokes in order to savor the thought, he let the image continue to dance in his mind. In a way, this was as close as he could be to you without becoming an absolute nervous wreck, so why not make it last as long as possible?

Remembering how your fingers felt on his skin for that brief time, he moved his hand to his neck, trying to mimic the way you had touched him. Accidentally brushing against a switch on the codec collar he forgot to return before leaving, the speaker made a small feedback noise and a gasp from a familiar voice cane from the other side.

Kaz made a mistake.

Not only did he forget he was wearing it but the damn thing was on the whole time he was touching himself, not to mention he had no idea what you heard or what channel he was on and who else might have heard. Tearing the device off and making sure it wasn't recording anymore, he had to keep himself from throwing it at the wall while he cursed at the tiny object in his hand.

A soft knock came from the other side of the door making Kaz nearly jump out of his skin. It could have only been a minute since he discovered the codec but it felt like hours, someone was probably here to confront him about his broadcast. Hurriedly stuffing his erection back into his pants he went to grab his crutch so he could answer whoever was on the other side. He wiped the sweat from his brow, fastened his belt and smoothed out his hair, trying to look as normal as possible before answering the door.

He was surprised further to see the very subject of his previous fantasies waiting outside, wearing an uneasy look similar to the one he usually wore around you. Before you could even speak he knew he had been caught, his body went stiff as held his breath waiting for you to say anything.

"So uhhh... I forgot to ask for the codec back." You explained, the tone of your voice confirming his fears.

Slowly and wordlessly he handed the device over to you, there was nothing he could say to make this situation any worse. Perhaps there was some comfort in that simple fact, but Kaz began to doubt that once you began to speak again.

"That's not all." You continued, sounding increasingly nervous. "I didn't notice it until you left, but some chemicals from that serum I was working on earlier spilled all over it, and you're probably feeling it's effects right now."

"What? What does the serum do?" He asked, accidentally poisoning himself would be the cherry on top of this shit sundae of a situation.

"You weren't paying attention? That makes sense now, I suppose." You answered bluntly. "It's an aphrodisiac."

"Why would you make that?" The crack in his voice was unexpected, the confusion getting the better of him.

"For interrogations and things like that." You explained, your body was visibly shaking as your breathing grew heavier. "It's only supposed to last a couple hours."

"Say, you're not feeling the same effects are you?" He asked, noticing how flustered you seemed to be.

"Well... maybe a little." You responded, your eyes could never quite meet his. "But not as bad as you, from what could hear."

"Right, how much trouble am I in?" He sighed, taking his glasses off and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Not much, you were on a private channel just for testing, but I heard everything." You replied, your face getting redder by the second. "That's the reason I came looking for you, part of it anyway."

"What is it?" He asked.

"I was thinking since this is kind of my fault, I could maybe help you out." You proposed, meeting his gaze and falling silent.

He had to think long and hard before responding, that look you gave him made the offer hard to refuse. "Are you sure about that? I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything for me."

"No, I want to." You replied, Kaz never thought he would hear those words from you. "Just tell me what you need."

The air between the two of you grew heavy, he could almost hear your hearts pounding. This wasn't an opportunity he would pass up, but he wouldn't simply take advantage of the situation.

"If you're sure about this." He chimed, before cupping your cheek in his hand and gently touching his lips to yours. "Let me show you."

As the kiss slowly deepened you set your hands against his chest, grasping at his uniform while he slid his tongue against your bottom lip. Pushing you up against the wall earned a small gasp from you, parting your mouth just enough to allow his tongue to explore inside. His hand dropped to your waist, tracing your curves before wrapping his arm around and pulling you tight against him. You lifted your hips, grinding over the bulge in his pants that was begging for any kind of attention, and would have to wait a little longer unfortunately.

Kaz groaned into your mouth before pulling away to get a look at your face, searching for any kind of doubt or remorse. It occurred to him as you stared back with a slightly awestruck gaze that this was the first time you had seen him without his glasses, he felt as if he was meeting you for the first time.

"Still sure about this? We can stop if you want to." He asked again,

"Keep going." You panted.

Kissing your lips one more time before dipping down below your chin, trailing lower as you moved your hair away to give him more access to your skin. He was absolutely drowning in your scent, trying to get a taste while he teased the spots that gained the most reaction from you with his tongue.

"You smell so sweet." He chided, grinning against your neck.

"It's the chemicals." you giggled.

Serum or not, Kaz couldn't keep his eyes or his mouth off of you. He pulled your jumpsuit off your shoulders inch by inch, kissing every newly revealed bit of your body like it was the only time he would have the chance, because as far as he knew that was likely the case. You looked so cute wiggling out of your clothes, struggling to get your boots out of your pant legs so you didn't have to part from him to take them off.

While he was giving your body the attention it deserved, you were working on uncovering his. Deftly undoing each button on his uniform and gently pulling off his tie. When your hands finally reached the last layer he shuddered at your fingers touching his bare skin, a feeling he wouldn't mind getting used to but for now was completely foreign. His body wasn't as toned as it was the last time someone touched him like this, the sense of pride he felt when a partners fingers explored perfectly firm abs was replaced with an anticipated of rejection.

"You still want this?" He asked.

"Of course." You assured him.

"You're positive?"

"Just fuck me already Kaz." You urged him, sounding as annoyed as you were desperate.

He didn't have to be told twice, pulling your panties to the side and sliding his fingers between your folds to test if you were wet enough. The sounds you made while he explored had him torn between fucking you now or just stuffing you with his fingers until you were screaming his name. It was easy to push one past your entrance given how soaked you were, you must have downplayed your own exposure to the serum.

"I'm not so convinced you're doing this all for me now." He teased, shoving his middle finger as deep inside of you as it could go.

"Please, I need it." You breathed out.

"Show me how much you need it." He ordered.

Without hesitation you put hand behind his head and shoved his mouth against yours, whining and panting helplessly into the kiss. The way you rocked against his hand showed him how impatient you were getting, it wasn’t long before you were palming the front of his pants, wordlessly begging for him to take things to the next level. He had to take extra care and control himself, being so sensitive from bringing himself to the edge right before being interrupted had every touch making him feel like he was about to cum from that alone. When you pulled his cock out it was already twitching and leaking in anticipation, Kaz could honestly say it was the hardest he'd ever been and it would still be a while before he could get the release he needed.

Gritting his teeth he let you give him a few quick pumps before guiding him inside, he hooked his hand under your thigh to lift your leg and spread you just a little wider. He felt like everything was moving in slow motion, the moment he was completely enveloped in your wet heat seemed to last hours. He would have to move slow, ignoring your desperate moans promting him to go faster so he could last longer.

Your body was so close to his, rocking, writhing, squeezeing, flexing. Any part of you that wasn't pressed together was mere inches away, every breath and moan was shared and your bodies moved in perfect unision. It was hard to think that only an hour ago this was could only have been a daydream. He never wanted this to end, your arms around his chest, your legs wrapped around his hips, and your teeth sinking into his shoulder as you tried and failed to stifle your moans. This was more than a drug, this was heaven, he finally found it.

A set of stomping footsteps came down the adjacent hall made Kaz reflexively put his hand over your mouth. A gaurd walked right past the corridor you both were in without even looking in your direction. The two of you stilled as he passed, sobered by the realization that you were out in the open and barely even dressed. As a Commander, Kaz couldn't help but be a little disgusted with the lack of awareness in his soldiers, but for now he was glad he wasn't literally caught with his pants down.

"Can we maybe do this on a bed?" You requested with a slurred voice while your eyes looked over at the bedroom door only a few feet away.

"Good idea." He replied.

He made a less than dignified noise when he pulled out and stuffed his cock haphazardly back into his boxers, there was no way he was going to be able to do that again but for now it was better than walking around with it out. The two of you made your way into his room half dressed and fully determined to continue what you started once Kaz made sure to lock the door behind you. The short distance from the hall to the door felt like miles and the distance from the door to the bed felt longer, luckily he had the sight of you dressed in nothing but a tank top and soaked panties to keep him occupied.

In a race to get undressed he waited for you to get on the bed, not expecting you to shove him on it first and climb on top of him. At first he was understandably taken aback but he discovered he liked this more aggressive side of you that he hadn't seen before. Seeing you completely naked for the first time made his cock twitch as you started to stroke it while straddling him. He couldn't wait any longer, his resolve was wearing thiner with every touch and he would prefer to make you cum before letting go himself.

"What's taking you so long?" Kaz blurted out without thinking.

"Give me a second, I haven't done this before." You answered, shifting your knees to the least awkward position.

"You what?" He almost shouted.

"No, I mean I haven't been on top before. Hang on a second." You clarified, much to his relief.

He sighed as you finally sunk down on him setting a steady pace that didn't last long. His hand settled on your hip, urging you to go faster and faster until the bed was creaking underneath you.

"How's that feel?" He asked, lifting hips to match your every move.

"It's... It's different like this." You whined, the series of dirty wet noises getting louder. "Mmh... I'm making such a mess."

Kaz laughed, he wanted to tease you but at this point he wasn't doing much better. "You're doing so good."

The way you were rolling your hips gave him the impression that you were now focused on chasing your own pleasure, he sharply thrusted up just to hear you gasp and then whisper a few feverish curses. He hadn't done this since he lost his dominant hand but he was determined to make it work as he reached between your thighs, rubbing in circles with his thumb until he found the tiny spot that made you cry out. Your nails raked into the skin on his abdomen, leaving light red stripes he hoped would never fade.

A sense of accomplishment overtook him when your thighs started to shake, letting him know he didn't have to hold back anymore. He lifted his hips into yours while you bounced rhythmlessly on his cock, throwing his head back as he reveled in the feeling completely. Your bodies twitched and flexed together much like before, the intensity growing as you both chased the mind numbing orgasm. Kaz panted and growled like an animal feeling hot spurts of his cum empty into your tight hole and then drip out onto his skin.

Continuing long after you both had finished, he could only guess that you stopped just because your legs didn't have the strength anymore. As you laid overtop of him you covered his neck and the underside of his chin in light kisses, he sat back too exhausted to question your overly amorous attitude. Wrapping his arm around your waist he pulled you down, wanting to feel the warmth of your skin on his for a little longer.

Unsure if this was genuine affection or some other symptom of the chemicals he dared to let himself believe that you meant every touch and kiss, returning them where he could reach to the point where it threatened to get him going again. Nuzzling against him like a kitten and acting like you hadn't touched another person in years, even when you rested your head on his chest you were still drawing shapes on his skin. Kaz wanted to say something, anything to address what had just happened but he feared he would spoil the blissful silence.

"If you're feeling any lingering side effects in the next couple days, I'd be happy to help you out again." You offered.

"Oh yeah? I think I might start feeling something this Friday night" He joked earning a soft laugh from you.

"You're funny, it's too bad we only got together because of an experiment gone wrong." You remarked.

"I think something would have happened eventually." Kaz replied, there was no harm in putting it all out there at this point.

"What do you mean?" You asked, it was hard to believe even now you had no idea.

"I mean you could have got me without the serum." He explained, looking down into your eyes. "You're sweet, smart, and not to mention gorgeous.

"Aww you have a crush on me!" You teased, booping your finger on his nose.

"Cut it out, you're making me blush." He laughed.

"I guess I shouldn't feel too bad about drugging you after all." You replied.

"Don't forget, there's still a couple side effects." He reminded you.

"Already?" You asked after looking down to discover he was ready for another round

"It's your experiment, I thought you would expect this." He answered.

"I think I'll have to run a few more tests." You teased, climbing back on top of him.

"I'm all yours." He promised.

[imagines-by-cleo]

Stress relief

Kazuhira Miller x Fem!Reader NSFW

If I had a nickle for every time I simped for a one armed blonde haired war criminal with a sad backstory I'd have two nickles which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

I meant to finish this a lot earlier but the perfectionist in me wanted to keep working on it and hopefully that made it turn out somewhat readable lol. Anyway, enjoy this and if you like it or you want to see more let me know!

CW: SMUT, dom/sub dynamics, heavy degredation, blowjobs, hair pulling, dirty talk, begging, teasing, hotdogging, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex

Tensions ran high around mother base, the staff could hardly rest with all the talk of traitors. Yet somehow with everyone watching, gaurding, reporting, there was no end in sight. The sudden discreet tap of a metal crutch on your leg as he walked past informed you of the exact situation, a signal for you to meet Kaz at the usual place.

You had hardly noticed him as he passed, or at least you were getting good at pretending you didn't. Avoiding suspension was your top priority, and increasingly difficult given the current increase in security. Your route to Kaz's quarters was planned in advance, taking paths where you wouldn't be seen or that you could come up with a believable explanation as to why you were there. Every cautious step of what had become ritual by now served to grow your anticipation for what was soon to come.

The door slid closed behind you, shutting out the prying gazes of your comrades. A pair of staggering footsteps emerged behind you, giving you only a small warning before you were shoved against the very door you came through.

"Did anyone see you?" A familiar voice asked as a hand slammed into the metal inches away from your head.

"You think I'm that careless?" You responded, tugging at his coat.

He huffed while allowing you to pull off his outer layers of clothing. "I've got enough on my mind without wondering if someone's gonna report you for suspicious behavior."

"You don't have to worry about a thing." You assured him taking off his glasses and looking into his eyes.

Kaz rarely trusted anyone to see him without those glasses, especially after his eyes had been injured. Just like the cateracts hid a pair of soft blue irises his rough exterior hid so much tenderness that had been buried deep over the years. Catching a gentle glance before his lips crashed into yours, his stubble scratched your face as the gap between you closed. His arm wrapped tight around your waist, pulling you tight against him like he was trying to force your two bodies into one. You sighed into his mouth while you threw your arms over his shoulders, pressing your chest into his as he began to tug at your uniform.

"Get this off." He ordered, panting as his lips parted from yours.

Complying immediately and all but tearing your fatigues off, you kept your eyes locked with his as you stripped down. Intentionally leaving just your impractical lace panties hoping that he would do the honor of tearing them off once he noticed the special surprise.

"You know what to do." He stated, jerking his head toward the bed, prompting you to sprint over and lay down on it.

Kaz wasn't a cruel lover at the begining of your relationship. This all started one night when he was feeling particularly stressed and got a little rougher than he intended, you interrupted his profuse apologies to ask him to do the same thing again next time, practically begging for him to take his day out on you. After that the status of operations around the base could be judged by your ability to walk after your secret meetings.

On your back propped up by your elbows, you watched him struggle to undress with one hand. Tempted to get up and help him but knowing that he would just reprimand you for it, you stayed still while he pulled off his tie and popped the buttons of his uniform one by one.

"What? You can't wait a few seconds for me to take my clothes off?" He asked, nothing but venom in his voice.

"No, just wondering if you need a hand." You said before immediately having to restrain yourself from snickering at the poor choice of words.

Kaz did not seem very amused by that answer at all as he flashed you his trademark scowl while limping toward the bed.

He grabbed your face and squished your cheeks between his fingers. "If you wanna help so bad, why don't you start by using that smart little mouth of yours?"

Your eyes lit up, perhaps a little too much, at the opportunity. "Anything you say, Master Miller."

Using his favorite title luckily seemed to put him in a better mood. Mouth already watering while you dropped to your knees and undid his belt at record speed before tugging his pants and boxers down, eyes following the decending trail of light hair on his toned stomach before freeing his half hard cock. Kaz's hand moved to the back of your head while you wrapped your lips over the tip, swirling your tongue around it a few times. Fingers threaded into your hair, prompting you to take more of his length.

"You know, you look real pretty with a cock in your mouth." He remarked.

Humming in response, you decided to relax your throat and take him as deep as you could. His hips bucked into your mouth while your lips slid down his shaft, almost making you gag at the sudden movement. Blonde hairs tickled your nose when you finally reached the base, you could feel his knees shake when you gently squeezed your lips around him.

"That's it, take it all." Kaz sighed, tilting his head back while you swallowed around him. "You're getting good at this."

Bobbing your head up and down his length, you moaned at the feeling of the tip hitting the back of your throat, the absolute thickness of his cock making you feel so stuffed. Lost in the moment you accidentally let your teeth graze the skin making Kaz inhale sharply, before he could even pull your head away by yanking your hair you knew you had made a mistake.

The fire in his cold eyes was back, while you loved being an outlet for his anger the intensity of his rage was at times frightening. You felt so small kneeling at his feet, the drool dripping down your chin grew cold as you waited for him to say something.

"Get up." He demanded.

Immediately after doing what you were told he shoved you onto the bed, forcing you into the position he wanted you in, on all fours with your ass in the air. You moaned as he manhandled you, loving the fact that even now he could still overpower you.

"You don't have any teeth down here, do you?" He teased while his hand drifted up your thigh.

Pausing when he felt the thong separating his fingers from your increasingly wet heat, he stroked his thumb over the lace for moment before saying anything. You bit down on your bottom lip anticipating his reaction.

"What's this?" He interrogated.

"It's for you." You explained, arching your back to give him a better view. "I thought you'd like it."

"I don't think so." He added, tugging at the back and causing the lace to grind into your clit. "You didn't know I was going to call you here this morning."

He got you there.

"Wishful thinking, I guess." You replied, wincing at the odd feeling of friction.

Kaz pulled at the fabric, stuffing it between your folds until it snapped from the tension, leaving sore stripes where used to be. Cool fingertips started to stroke the sensitive area, creating a mixture of pain and pleasure where they touched. Slow and firm movements had you burying your face into the sheets, sighing at the rough texture of his thick fingers as they toyed with your pussy.

When he was finally satisfied with touching you his hand moved to your hips, lining them up with his own. You braced yourself after feeling his hard length brushing against your ass, still wet from being in your mouth earlier. He was quiet now, more focused on his actions than on berating you. With his cock sliding between your cheeks you shuddered, aching for an end to the throbbing hunger deep inside your core.

"Please, Master Miller..." You shakily breathed out. "Please fuck me."

"I'll fuck you when I feel like it." Kaz scoffed.

You whined, wiggling your ass in the air impatiently. This earned a sharp smack that made you jolt forward as his hand came down on your flesh.

"Don't give me that." He growled, the power in his voice making you purr at the low sound.

His hand stayed, kneading at the sore spot it created while he continued to bide his time. The tip of his cock teasing your tighter hole while you were left with no choice but to wait. His hips rolled like he was intent on only fucking your asscheeks and leaving you wet and wanting all night, you bucked back into his thrusts hoping that wasn’t the case.

"I bet you act like this for all the guys in the barracks, don't you?" He jeered.

"No, no." You babbled, twisting your fingers into the sheets. "Only you Master Miller."

After being denied for so long you hardly expected it when he finally pushed in, making you moan out loud while Kaz chuckled to himself about your reaction. Those first few testing thrusts felt exquisite, practically getting you drunk on the sensation of his cock stretching your walls. Just when you thought it couldn't feel any better his rising pace proved otherwise.

"Look at you taking it like that's all you're good for." He taunted, though you couldn't see the grin on his face was apparent in his voice.

You made no effort to stifle the noises pouring out of your mouth, if Kaz was going to treat you like a slut you might as well have your fun in acting like one. Whines and whimpers turning into screams when he smacked your ass once again, prompting you to arch your back even more.

Under the absolute power of his thrusts your whole body rocked back and forth as his hips collided with yours, sending shockwaves throughout every single muscle. Digging your fingers into the sheets below, you happily dove into the state of delirium that only Kaz could put you in.

"There! Right there!" You cried when he grazed that one sensitive spot deep inside.

He knew how to give it to you just how you wanted. Changing the angle of his hips he moved in slow deliberate thrusts targeting exactly where you needed it, every one driving you closer and closer to your peak.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming." You told him, spreading your legs a little wider to try and take even more of him.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He inquired.

"May I please cum, Master Miller?" You begged.

"Do it." He ordered.

Immediately taking a hand out from underneath you and slipping it between your legs, you rubbed viciously at your clit while you came, legs shaking, pussy dripping, eyes rolling back. Kaz moaned too at the feeling of you tightening around him, he was thoughtful enough to keep pounding into you until you were finished before pulling out and flipping you over.

He slid in again, this time his body much closer with his chest pressing into yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his back, pulling him in tighter and letting him know you still wanted more.

"You're a greedy bitch, you know that?" He growled.

All you could do was whine and nod in response, feeling the sweet sting of shame that came with the truth of that statement.

Kaz would always get so vocal when he was about to cum, you reveled in the fact that this time he was close enough that you practically taste the sting of muttered curses as they came from his mouth.

"Cum in me." You pleaded, all to aware of how pathetic you sounded.

"I'm about to." He answered, his rhythmless thrusts making that apparent. "And you're gonna take it all like a good little cumslut."

"-Ngh, call me that again." You begged.

"No." Kaz grunted.

Your eyes went wide, not just in surprise at the sudden dejection but at the fact that one simple word had sparked the beginning of your second orgasm.

"I wanna hear you say it." He explained.

"I'm a cumslut." You mumbled.

"Louder." He demanded, forcing you out of the fugue state he put you in.

"I'm a cumslut!" You shouted, your throat getting sore from the volume.

"You can do better than that." He chided, his thrusts getting more forceful and deliberate.

"Fuck, I'm a dirty little slut and all I want is cock!" You shouted, clenching hard around him while he fucked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Numb from your own pleasure you didn't notice he already came until a cooling puddle started to form underneath you. He continued, not stopping but slowing gradually. Thrusting until he didn't have the energy to anymore.

What little air was left between you was heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, filled with the sound of panting and drumming heartbeats. Kaz sighed as he pulled out, making you gasp at the last bit of friction in your oversensitive core. He kissed you, this time gently as all the frustration and stress was now dripping out of your pussy. Resting his head on your shoulder, he laid still in your arms letting his weight sink into you while he caught his breath.

"Are you okay?" He asked, softly caressing the sore spot he left on your asscheek. "I wasn't too hard on you?"

"No, I'm alright." You answered while running your fingers through his messy hair. "You know I can handle you just fine."

He let out a quiet laugh. "Just don't get mad at me if you're sore tomorrow."

"After all that I'll be mad if I'm not sore." You added before placing a kiss on his forehead.

"You really are something else." He remarked, snaking his arm around you and flipping the two of you over.

Wiggling out of his grasp you sat up to pull the covers over your bodies, trapping the warmth that you shared. The trail of discarded clothes starting at the door caught you eye, giving you strange a feeling of accomplishment as you laid your head on Kaz's chest. Drawing shapes on his skin while his breathing slowed, you knew he was on the verge of falling asleep by now. You fought off your own tiredness for a while just to watch him like this, no bottled up anger, no pain from old memories and if you looked close you could swear there was just the tiniest smile on his face.

There were a lot of people who had seen Kaz being his typical bitter self, but only you got to see him like this. In the last minutes before exhaustion took you you were satisfied, happy just to enjoy the moment of sweetness however brief.

[danddymaro]

Someone Better | Kazuhira Miller x Reader

Again, the reader is someone who was brought back to MB with no past, or recollection of it. 

So she’s not a soldier.

Fluffy.

Talks about insecurity and such, but it ends in fluff / NO angst.

Word Count : 1,100

Someone Better

He'd been wondering what had gone wrong between them. One day things were fine, and the next he'd been cut off, and he needed an answer as to why. 

"Why have you been avoiding me?" he asked her, sounding more annoyed than anything because he'd actually lost sleep over it. 

He'd spent weeks of unease all because he was being ignored, and it hurt more than just his pride,

it actually made his heart clench.

The young woman nearly jumped when she heard his accusation, and as she whipped around, she couldn't help but notice that either intentionally or not, he'd cornered her.

Granted, she could have simply brushed by him and run off. she was sure that she could run past him if she actually wanted to, 

'but...' she started, ' you have to know, right?' she thought with a spike of courage, reasoning that if he'd come to her, it was a sign to just come out with the truth.

'I have to tell you,

I have to stop running from you...' 

"- I like you ok!" she quickly blurted out, coming to reason that it was now or never.

 "No!" she then added, willing to lay it all out. 

Her heart raced, running faster than it ever had before, and she struggled to form the words at first, clumped up syllables barely making it out before she released a cry of frustration, 

"Kaz!" she screeched, annoyed she simply couldn't pull through with it, 

"I- I" 

Shaking, she tightened her fists becoming even more annoyed with the way her words faltered.

"I- I love you!" she revealed to him, the blatant admittance stunning him because it wasn't really expected.

It wasn't something he'd planned to hear, and the face of shock he wore let her know just how taken back he had been.

"- And sometimes, I feel like an idiot for setting my eyes on someone like you," she then added, voicing out her insecurities with pain that was easily recognized.

"I know you need a stronger woman, and there's an entire population here that matches that description," she said with tightly shut eyes, trying not to cry because the truth hurt so damn much.

" Sadly, that doesn't include me," she said with bitterness, rubbing her arm as she seemed to shy down, having enough in her to open her glazed (e/c) colored eyes, but not having it in her to look up at him.

"What are you saying?" he asked her, looking down at her with surprise that morphed into confusion.

"I don't belong here..." she whispered before biting her lip.

"And you need...no.

-  You deserve someone better. Someone who does." she said with a wavering glance, telling him just what hung over her head.

Every time she felt sure she wanted to confess to him, it was always a doubt that reared its head.

She'd grown sure that even if he accepted her, eventually, he'd realize that he could do so much better. 

'You don't want me,' she silently warned him. 'You don't want someone who's so weak, that they can't even face you without crying.' she thought with self-disgust.

'You don't want someone who can't give you anything back,' she added with the same loathing. 

"- And who's better than you?" He then asked her, watching as she went wide-eyed.

For just a moment she stilled, slowly processing his words with a face that quickly glowed.

Her mouth moved, but no words came out, and instead, little meaningless murmurs left her. 

Furthermore, he could see that her eyes welled up with heavy tears, ones that overflowed and fell in thick globs.

"You could always find someone better,"  she murmured with sorrow, trying not to think about just how much her heart fluttered at his words.

'You don't know what you're talking about,' (f/n) mused with heartache, trying to make light of his retort.

"- And you deserve so much more," he fought back, being quick to spit out the counter.

"And you know what?" he asked her, " You're right," he proceeded, "You don't belong here," he scoffed as he glared down at her.

"You..." he huffed while he came closer to her, "(f/n)," he said before his body pressed hers to the wall.

"Look around," he told her, trying to focus on her (e/c) colored eyes as she took it upon herself to evade his.

 " You know damn well you don't belong here," he said while shaking his head.

He heard her sniffle, and before she could respond back, he decided to continue his speech,

"You belong somewhere peaceful," he said with frustration.

"-somewhere where there is no infiltrations and gunfire," he told her as he loomed over her, 

"Somewhere where you can be happy and find a man that can give you so much more," he said while thinking about how just a few days ago, her life had been put at risk when Motherbase had been targeted.

"You need someone better than a greedy man that won't let you go have all of those things," he said before pressing his lips to her forehead. 

It was not long before he pressed his forehead to hers and he took in a shaky breath, 

"I'm the one who's in over their head..." he murmured with a touch of amusement.

"Because I think that somehow, I can make you happy,"  he added.

"I convince myself that somehow, I can be the one to make the girl that deserves the world be happy with what little I have to offer," he said while chuckling wearily.

His little sound of amusement was lukewarm, and she could easily catch the sadness that lingered there.

She couldn't help but smile as she quietly cried, coming to the realization that he'd felt just as uncertain as she was.

'He doesn't think he's good enough for me,' she thought with amusement.

'For me,' she repeated to herself.

 'Kaz doesn't think he's good enough....for me,' she then thought while she let out a tiny laugh that swelled the beating muscle in his chest.

"I just love that sound," he murmured with a light smile before he slipped his arm out of his crutch and gently leaned it on the metal surface.

Slowly, his hand moved to hold her cheek, cradling it tenderly as he finally found himself with the clear sight of her (e/c) colored eyes.

"I love you too," he said as he pressed another chaste kiss on her forehead. It wasn't long before his kisses trailed down, moving from her eyebrow to her cheek, and then finally her lips.

[danddymaro]

Come Outside | Kazuhira Miller x Reader

He needs to come out

Word Count : 350

Come Outside

Gentle showers graced his home, and while it wasn't harsh precipitation, from within the confinement of his office, the rainfall sounded much more powerful than what it truly was.

Mutely, he then gazed out of the small window of his room, letting his eyes fall upon the somber sight for just a moment, focusing on something other than printed words that, by that point, had made him dizzy.

He watched as (f/n) dashed through the grounds, somehow not managing to slip as she maneuvered to avoid the pouncing dog, that, by then had only grown a couple of inches since he'd first arrived. A few moments after, he watched Ocelot run behind the canine's trail, no doubt crying out DD’s name in frustration as he attempted to get the rowdy creature to listen to him in place of chasing the woman, all of which made Miller smile.

  Kaz's grin became even more stretched out as he watched the platinum blonde male take a misstep, falling onto the wet ground and gliding a few feet straight forth.

Kazuhira's right hand continue to hold his pen, the writing utensil lightly tapped with contemplation as he continued to gaze at the outside world, which, in spite of its gloomier weather, seemed much brighter and kind than the dark, mute colored room he worked in.

(e/c) colored eyes then aimed up at his window, and the pensive man couldn't help but wonder if she was looking up at him, hoping he'd also come out and enjoy the mindlessness.

That, or she was hopeful he'd seen Ocelot slide over the wet surface, both of which seemed likely and delighted him.

Kazuhira released a soft sigh before rolling his eyes, choosing to put down the pen and step out into the lightly chilled, misty air.

He sure as hell wasn't going to run out there and make the same mistake his colleague had  just to make a fool of himself, but he would gladly stay right beneath the cover MB provided and enjoy the outside world, where, hopefully, a certain (h/c) haired beauty would join him.

[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.

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What I Need | Kazuhira Miller x Reader Drabble

Drabble  | 100 word Count

What I Need

The sweet chime of her voice always teased his heart, and while he loved the sound, there was one he cherished more than anything. 

 - Even if it was to her chagrin.

It wasn't long before she snorted, the little, involuntary sound making his entire face perk from the rigid sternness he'd previously sported.

'This is just what I needed,' he mused as his shoulders melted down, the frustration he'd felt before evaporating. 

He eyed her with amusement as she tried to hide her face, and by then, he'd gotten over the nasty spat he'd had with the silver-haired tactical instructor.

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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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Ugly |Kazuhira Miller X Reader

Word Count :   373

Thoughts = ‘ Example ‘

Flashback = Example

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

Ugly

His hand reached down to cradle her cheek, his murky eyes gazing down at her whilst exposed, his eyewear put aside as he bared himself to her, little by little stripped of everything that could come in between,

"It's pretty ugly," He breathed, his eyes following her hand as it lightly trailed its fingertips beneath his left eye, falling down over his cheeks until it fell off from his chin, soon dipping down onto his chest.

"Of course not," She said while offering him a small smile, feeling just as nervous as he was because all the while she'd been just as insecure, enough so that she shook, her hands holding a light tremor to them as they ventured out onto his body.

'You could look for someone ….Someone who's more...complete,' He said to himself, looking down onto her face as she glowed, her eyes capturing what little light had been left in the dimmed room and letting it reflect back as a darling, little twinkle he found endearing.

Both of her hands then took hold of his shoulders, her eyes unable to stray from where his limb cut off just inches from her fingers, uncertain on whether or not she could actually touch him.

She'd never seen him without the various layers. 

Aside from that, the woman had never even come close to touching him there even while he kept it out of view.

Scars littered his body, every inch of his lovely, fair flesh touched by the unkind caresses.

A touch of definition was still present, the strong muscles that had once rippled over his body hidden beneath an extra layer of thickness he found to be embarrassing and shameful.

It was then that his lower lip drew into his mouth while he continued to nervously glanced down at her,

"You're beautiful," She breathed, truly meaning it, memorized by every bit of flesh she could get her eyes on.

She stepped even closer, her eyes peeking up to his yet again, "Kazuhira," She started, raising to the very tips of her toes to reach his lips,

' How could you ever call yourself ugly?' She wondered, determined to change his view, soon expressing how desirable he really was to her.

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Defensive | Kazuhira Miller x Reader

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

Word Count :   458

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

Defensive

"Goodnight Kaz," (f/n) said with a small smile present, the color pink touching her cheeks as she bid him goodnight, secretly contemplating on whether or not it’d be too daring to give him a kiss. 

It wouldn’t be much, just  a simple, sweet one right on the cheek, but even then she felt giddy over the thought of it, most often shying from doing so.

Meanwhile, he smiled back at her with his own touch of blossom. Kaz chuckled, feeling his heart bounce excitedly at the sight of the charming woman.

He didn't want to say goodbye, the only thing allowing him to let her go was the promise of seeing her again the next day.

With a little bite to her lower lip she made her decision, choosing to make the first move,  inching up on the tips of her toes to lay the chaste kiss on him, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” She said softly, slowly drawing back while keeping her (e/c) colored eyes right on his.

“Right...” He muttered, dazed by her as she waved at him, drawing farther.

Silently, his hand rose up to touch the burning spot on his cheek where her lips had landed, chuckling softly at the action.

He couldn't wait, the smile on his face present even after she rounded the corner, heading back to her room.

"- You’re real sweet on her ," A familiar voice commented, A chuckle following the words.

Ocelot watched the bashful smile slowly fade off of the other man, a scowl in it's place as he addressed the silver haired one,

“And what of it?” Kaz retorted. He showed obvious annoyance, and even let a low sigh leave him to show distaste, 

 “Is there a problem with it?” He then added.

“No...no,” Ocelot said while shaking his head, “ I just want to know,  Is it the way she laughs at your jokes?” He asked with a quirk of his brow. 

“...Or is it how she looks in those mini skirts of hers?” He continued on with a slight smirk present. 

Miller glared at ocelot, his hand tightening around his crutch's holder as his jaw tensed, 

“You keep your mouth shut,” he said lowly, “And don't talk about her that way,” he added, furthermore annoyed as he understood that the reason the other man even bothered him on the topic was because of how easy he was to rile up.

But he couldn’t help it, it was natural to become defensive about her, his inner idiot taking control of his body.

‘Ah (f/n)…’ He thought while brooding, ‘I just can’t help it,’ he added right before his mouth moved, fighting back with the other man just as he’d been baited to do so.

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A Simple Sorry | Kazuhira Miller x Reader

This is set during MGSV.

She stood breathing rapidly, feeling her body still trembling with rage.

Her eyes watered with salted tears, ones which were right on the verge of coming forward, however, she refused to blink, holding them back with everything she could. The young woman could only maintain a wavering glare at the blonde man, keeping herself resilient because she knew that once she blinked, she'd push out a stream of visible sorrow. She'd immediately bawl, and that was the last thing she wanted.

She didn't want him to know he hurt her, and what was much more, she didn't want him to know he held so much power over her.

So, her only option was to continue to glare, hardening her glistening eyes with as much mustered strength she could, momentarily freezing the warm waters to seem fierce.

She hadn't wanted him to see her break, to know he'd had any real effect on her, but even then, with all the desire in the world, she failed miserably, far too quickly for her liking.

With a large swallow of breath, she let them fall, emitting a strangled sound from the back of her throat that was only the beginning of a breaking dam.

Immediately, her hand flew to her mouth, continuing to glare at him, angrier with herself due to the outburst as she bit her tongue, trying to push the massive glob caught in her throat down.

And then came the sobbing... the wretched sobbing that showed how wounded she was.

Kaz's furious frown slowly melted and his brows creased up rather than down south to show utter confusion.

He was baffled, truly struck stupid at her current state and withering form.

"Crying..." he muttered almost idiotically, watching the stream of salted liquid flow, the waters coming forth like a powerful sea wave.

He hadn't expected tears...

' Anything but that...'

Kazuhira Miller had thought that there wasn't a part of him now that was remnant from the man of past, and that somehow, he had changed into someone completely different from who he had been before. But now, standing right before the (h/c) young woman and all her heartache, he was certain that pieces of him remained,

More particularly, the part of him that had that stupid inability to face a crying woman.

He felt a sinking feeling down deep inside the pit of his stomach, one that made it feel as though he'd been struck and a two-ton weight of guilt fell upon him, causing him to visually shrink, grimacing.

Her shoulders shivered, and her body moved along with it, trembling like a brittle leaf hanging onto a branch on an autumn day. Left without her pride, she decided to retreat instead, not wanting to further herself down the pitiful hole she'd sunk.

Hastily, she whipped around, ready to jolt away when his hand let go of the holder piece of his walker, letting it fall to the floor with a loud 'clunk' sound as he shot his arm out to her. With desperation, his hand latched onto her wrist, gloved fingers curling securely around it to make sure there was no way she could slip away.

And as luck would have it, with the surprising and brash action he went through with, she was forced back while he stumbled forward onto her, losing his own balance in the process. Her hand not being captured by his hold pressed against his chest, laying flat onto his heavily risen chest to save space between them as he came crashing towards her.

It was a natural response of course, and it had been her first instinct to draw more room, but with the feeling of his warm chest right at her palm, she delayed the action. Instead, she was caught staring doe-eyed at him, looking up at his handsome face, with (e/c) eyes so perfectly touched by the sun he could see them for their true, pure (dark, light) color.

A long drawn out breath left him, and along the end of it so did the idiotic tactic to try and stop her from longer tearing, and maybe, just maybe start making up for being such an asshole,

"What's the difference between a guitar and a fish?!" He blurted out, almost at the top of his lungs, also capturing the attention of a few walking men.

His face had shifted from the red rage he had worn before and instead had morphed into complete panic, alarm and with worry shining right in his eyes, which of course were hidden behind the shaded eye-wear.

Blubbering, she stared up at him, confused. Wide-eyed, she looked just like a deer in the headlights.

A small noise came from her, but it was too incoherent to be constituted as a word, making her flustered.

He felt a deep regret, eyes dashing left and right hoping there weren't too many people to have heard his moronic question, and to his dismay he was greeted with many pairs of risen eyebrows, accompanied by the sound of stifled chuckles.

He noticed one too many had hidden their faces, turned away from him to hide what were more than likely amused grins.

Slow head shakes of disapproval also came into vision, making him visibly wince, his head lowering down, tucking his chin down to his chest as he cringed, wanting to hide from the rest of the world.

And then what was the cherry on top, another voice floated around, intending to be heard,

"I knew he had a thing for her..." he heard a particular voice say with obvious enjoyment, and right from the corner of his eye, far to the left, he caught sight of the silver-haired tactical instructor sending him a very lax mock salute, urging him to continue with his entertaining stupidity.

"It was only a matter of time," Ocelot added with a chuckle.

A cold sweat ran down Kazuhira's temple as he swallowed down a shaky breath, tearing his eyes away from the other men, particularly the silver-haired man whose obvious entertainment shone in his pale, blue eyes like the radiance of a diamond beneath a gleam of sunlight.

Even from a distance, he could see the notable enjoyment...

Kaz turned and stared down at the still stunned woman, struggling to speak, trying to find his voice, having no choice but to go through with it,

"Y...You..You can't Tuna guitar," he said with a subtle quake to his tone, all while giving her held wrist a small, unintentional squeeze.

Looking down at his hold, realizing he still held onto her, he released her from her encasement, and coughed into his hand, cheeks blooming red at the complete idiocy of the moment.

Because all he had to have done was apologize...

He could have simply said he was sorry and be a better man...

Unfortunately, when it came to her he always made a fool of himself, and he'd grudgingly come to accept that as a fact. It was something he couldn't change.

'Even now...' he thought to himself.

Even after being so comfortable around her...

Even after the time they'd spent together...

Her face was still glowing, and for some reason, she was  tickled by his corny joke.

It was terribly amusing, raising a small smile from her, one she hid with shyness.

Why was he so endearing?

'So cute...So weird.' she mused.

"Do you ...do you have any others?" She asked in a small voice, rubbing her right hand onto her left arm as she stared up at him with expectancy. Truth be told she wasn't exactly sure what had just happened. But it was like she felt lighter.

The angry, tense bubble they had been stuck in had just popped.

With his finger scratching his left eyebrow he looked off to the side, roaming over the floors of mother base as if the answers would lay somewhere along them.

"Ah, well, let's see," he mumbled, letting his eyes fall over to her for a moment, seeing her filled with expectancy, a small smile itching over her face.

'She's so...'

"Kaz?" she asked, finding him staring in silence too long.

"Oh, yeah...So, How did the hamburger introduce his wife?" He asked her with a halfhearted smile, growing more confident with the small giggle that left her once he set up the next joke.

"Wait, wait!" she said holding up her hands, " give me a second!" she said, racking up her brain, " I feel like I know this one!" she said, placing a finger to her chin.

"You just have to give me a second!" she insisted, making his smile broaden.

"I'll give you five," he said holding up his hand with his fingers extended out.

Frustrated she huffed, crossing her arms as he counted down, eventually forming a fist before her face as all his fingers went down.

"Alright then, how ?" she asked him with a cute little pout that made him chuckle.

" Well.." he started, leaving her in suspense, "He said... meat Patty," Kaz continued, making her roll her eyes as the pun settled onto her.

" I could have gotten that ..." she murmured, " It wasn't that clever."

Grinning he lightly poked his finger to her forehead, "But you didn't, did you?" he asked, with amusement.

For just a moment they laughed together, all before it ceased, a placid smile on her face as she gazed at the man. And he did the same, staring at her lovingly, his smile present.

Silence then followed, the rest of the world going by as it always would, leaving them to themselves. By then he didn't care who looked on, or who laughed.

Silently, she knelt down before him, taking hold of the fallen crutch in both hands.

With gratefulness he took it from her, making sure the piece that held onto his forearm was securely fit to him.

"Thank you..." he said softly, and responding back with a quiet ' welcome ', she avoided looking at him, a smile so beautifully painted onto her face that it left him near winded.

'I can't help feeling this way,' Kaz thought to himself, wanting to take a hold of the rosy cheeks before him and squeeze them, teasing her for being so adorable.

"And I'm sorry. " He added with the same gingerness in his voice, giving her a rueful twitch to his upturning expression. " ...I suppose that's probably what I should have said instead." He continued on, huffing out in shame-filled amusement, trying to play on with lightheartedness. He knew for a fact he had screwed up, and it had to be addressed.

" But I guess... I guess I panicked," he admitted, hanging his head. "I'm not the best in these situations," he went on with a sluggish shrug. "It's just...seeing you cry like that..." he trailed off, looking away from her.

"It really broke me," he admitted, " And my mind went blank..." he added.

'You make my mind blank...

You turn me into a bigger idiot...'

"If it's any consolation, I think your tuna joke was ...well I can't say good, " she said drifting off herself, but with a playful undertone. " It wasn't good, but It was cute," she said laughing at the sullen face he was making, his hand reaching up to hold his own forehead as he groaned.

"At Least we can say that!" she burst out.

"Well," he started, "You were laughing like there was no tomorrow," he pointed out with haste, falling into the same jovial mood she was trying to play with.

"Ah! Only because it was so bad!" she fought back, a broad smile on display.

She went to babble on more, becoming even more animated with the more excitement that she felt, trying her hand at a couple of awful puns he couldn't help but chuckle at.

And he couldn't stop staring at her, throughout the entire time he couldn't keep his eyes from the (e/c) woman, because she looked prettier when she smiled, and he felt happier when she did.

Immensely so...

"Wanna hear another ?" he suggested, the smile on his face stretched out enough he showed his teeth.

" I've got plenty more," he told her, his elbow held out to her.

"Shall we?" He asked.

He would have happily held hands with her, but it was the best he could do, hoping she'd take his offer.

She hadn't thought long before she placed her hand in his care, stepping closer to him, looking up at him with the same shining (e/c) gems head so greatly fallen in love with.

"I want to hear them all," she decided, not missing an opportunity to walk with him and spend more time together.

I won’t rest until there is a buttload of Metal Gear shit here.