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imagines-by-cleo · 2 years ago

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More than respect

Big Boss X Fem!Reader NSFW

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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tokyo-chainsaw-dragon2 · 3 months ago

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‼️𝗡𝗘𝗪𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚‼️

Hello comrades and soldiers! Sorry I haven't been posting as much MGS smut as I've been wanting lately. It's been a crazy 2 months, and because of outside-of-Tumblr factors, my work's been at a snail's pace. I'm hoping to get to all your requests, which you're still free to send, and also recover from my insane writer's block (sending my love to my bf for helping me out, @lightning-snake-raiden🫶).

Besides that, here's some Miller Maxi burgers under the cut, y'all enjoy that (sorry for the shortage).

When his sleepy voice sounds so good that it feels like you can give birth to his kids right then and there.

𝗕𝗶𝗴 𝗕𝗼𝘀𝘀, 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺 𝗦𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗲, 𝗠𝗚𝗦𝟮 𝗥𝗮𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗠𝗚𝗥 𝗥𝗮𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗢𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘁

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danddymaro · 4 years ago

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Glad You’re Back |Venom snake x Reader

Word count : 670

With him there she can finally sleep.

Glad You’re Back

He reached out to touch her hair, petting her for a few seconds before watching the worry etched onto her face fade. Slowly, it melted like butter on a hot skillet as he continued to caress her, comforting her as she slept, delicately stroking her with a face of concern plastered over him.

She then stirred before her hazy (e/c) colored eyes fell onto the brunette male,

"John," (f/n) said softly, her voice thick with sleep, " You're back..." she murmured, beginning to move, pushing herself onto her elbows when he stopped her, the hand that had been gently caressing her falling to her shoulder, placed there to stop her from rising up more.

"-How long have you been having those nightmares? " He asked her, watching her face show surprise at the mention.

"Nightmares?" She said back, repeatedly blinking in astoundment, to which he nodded, taking her chin within his index and thumb's hold, lifting her face up to see the truth in her eyes, not wanting her to hold back,

"The truth," he told her.

"I honestly don't remember, " (f/n) said whilst looking at him with honest (e/c) eyes.

"I see," he said softly, believing her.

"Then you don't remember a thing, huh?" He asked, a gentle smile adorning him as he eyed the woman lovingly, at the moment appreciating every bit of her as she crawled closer to him, her head laying on his thigh instead of the plush pillow.

“Not at all,” She said with a small, fussy pout. "Most of the time I just end up forgetting what I dream about after waking up," she added, getting comfortable on his leg, "Honestly, I can't remember," she admitted with a slight grimace.

"But lately, whenever I wake up I just feel this heavy panic I can’t really describe too well,” she said while looking forelone, cuddling to him. “ My chest really hurts during then, and it feels like I'm suffocating,” She said while recalling the heavy sense of dread that would fall upon her.

" I guess I have been having nightmares,” she admitted, “ but I don't know what they're about," she said with notable worry, looking up at him for comfort.

"You don't shake this much when I'm here, " he said to himself, his bionic hand running over her (h/c) hair, careful not to tangle itself in it or snag any of the (h/c) colored locks within it’s joint.

"Of course not," She murmured, "I feel safe with you." She said just as softly.

He should already know that she felt safest while snuggled into his arms, so of course, there wasn’t a thing that could scare her while she was embraced by him.

At the admittance, his shoulders melted as slowly, his expression died down, becoming more sullen, " I'm sorry," he apologized, realizing that if he wasn’t away so much she’d be able to sleep more.

If he’d been more attentive to her, he could have noticed sooner, sparing his love of the night terrors.

“Don’t be," She said while reaching her hands up, understanding him." I'm just glad your back now," she said with a small smile surfacing, "I've missed you so much," she told him, pink touching her cheeks while a cute twitch to her lips was executed.

“Hold me please?” She said with a coy, little voice, the baby talk making him chuckle as he leaned down to kiss her, shifting in order to comfortably lay with her, his arms knowing their practiced route as they circled around her, pressing her to his chest,

“I’m glad I’m back too sweetheart,” He said with a quiet calmness.

“I’ve missed you too,” He admitted, also finding it difficult to sleep without her at his side. Even during the longer rides to his destination, it was difficult to drift off without the warmth of her body there to lull him.

He always cherished the moments he was able to lay with her, only finding true peace while pressed close to her.

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danddymaro · 4 years ago

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My Peace | Venom snake x Reader

Word Count : 100 words ( Drabble)

My Peace

‘I have to protect her…

From everyone…

From everything��’ He thought with certainty, keeping his eyes trained on her sweet expression.

It was then that a familiar creature circled her, it’s large, blue wings fluttering as it landed over her head, sitting right over the oblivious woman as though it’d found home.

Suddenly reaching towards (f/n), Snake pulled her close, pressing her to his chest, wanting to hide her from the ruthlessness of the world,

And If I have to hide her, then I will

.' He decided, wanting to keep his small bit of peace, no matter the cost.

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danddymaro · 4 years ago

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Stinky | Venom Snake x Reader

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

Word count: 100 / Drabble

He comes home stinky

Stinky

“ Snake!” She chirped, running up to him with a large grin drawn over her face,

- A sight he always lived for.

However, as she came closer he could see her excitement visually decrease the closer she drew until her face scrunched up into a clear as day grimace,

Her left hand flew up, covering her nose and mouth altogether.

Gagging she backed off,

"You stink!" she said before she succumbed to a fit of giggles.

“Snake, you stink so bad!” she exclaimed, finding it funny, much more with the look of embarrassment plastered over his face.

‘So cute! ’ She mused.

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danddymaro · 4 years ago

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I Missed You| Venom Snake x Reader Drabble

Word count: Drabble so 100 words

I Missed You

"Snake!" She beamed with utter joy, “ I'm so glad you’re back!” she added while jumping straight into his outspread arms, quickly burying her face right into his neck as she clung to him.

‘Of course I am,’ He mused while embracing her tightly, knowing that there wasn’t anything in the world that could keep him from coming back to the woman he loved.

“If it were all up to me, I’d never leave,” He muttered lowly before he advanced, being quick to lay a kiss on her, melting his lips over hers to show her how much he’d missed her.

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danddymaro · 4 years ago

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A Collage Of You | Venom Snake x Reader

You ever notice he has a collection of pictures on the wall of the chopper?

I think it’s sweet.

Word count : 379

A Collage Of You

A faint smile lifted up his features as he brought his fingers down the length of the photograph, muttering only a single word as he gazed down at it,

"Beautiful."

'Just beautiful,' he thought to himself as he kept his sea-green eye trained on the woman's image.

"I've got plenty more," Ocelot informed him, eyeing the new addition to the collection of saved memories the brunette currently held in his hand.

"No, this is just fine," Snake responded back, offering the other man a nod of appreciation nonetheless.

- Dedicating an entire wall to her would have made it too obvious.

He expected the tactical instructor to leave it at just that, however, speaking furthermore, Ocelot surprised the brunette,

"You know, she seemed happy knowing you wanted to do this," he said with a knowing look, watching as his friend placed the new image onto the interior wall of the helicopter,

"She was just over the moon." He then added.

"Yeah?" Venom uttered whilst still keeping his eye on the lovely image, " You think she did?" He asked with peaked interest. Involuntarily, his heart skipped a beat, enthralled to know that its silent cries to her were somewhat responded, though faintly.

"The only other times she's ever that happy is when you come around," Ocelot responded back with a sly grin, "And judging by the way you look at that picture, I'd say the feeling's mutual," he added, making Snake chuckle softly.

"You got me there," he responded back, amused by his own inconspicuous behavior.

Placing a hand on Venom's shoulder, Ocelot spoke,

"With that being said, I'd say adding two or three more wouldn't kill you, much less cause her to lose interest." He assured the other man, "Hell, If anything, she'd be flattered." he continued on, sounding every bit as sure as he felt.

Handing V the rest of the images, he continued to grin, " So go ahead, hang them up, " he suggested, knowing that sure enough, the other man would do so.

By the end of the day, an entire collage was set up on the interior of his vehicle, the smiling woman the center of every one of them.

Again, he smiled as he gazed at them, regretting having even contemplated settling for just one photograph.

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danddymaro · 5 years ago

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With All My Heart | Venom Snake x Reader

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ I’m back and hopefully for good. Of course, it’s a reader insert. I hope everyone is already well aware of how they work ( ◞･౪･) ?

Word count:

Anyways:

I like myself some sweetness, so Sweet fluff stuff? YASSS // Somewhat NSFW, but full of sweet love.

Again, as I’ve mentioned before I don't see many metal Gear things, it’s the same backstory but I don’t think it really matters much here.

With All My Heart

Her back lay flat onto the small bed, and not a second after, her head joined, fully rested onto the mattress, infecting the sheets beneath them with her radiating warmth.

- And it didn't stop there, her comforting heat traveled more, spreading out of her like the sun's own rays would, reaching her beloved and enveloping him in the sweet radiance as well.

He also came down, hovering above her, his hands both laid flat on either side of her head, the rest of his body lowering closer to cuddle towards her warmth, affectionately cradling his loving sunshine with his own adoring tenderness, reminding her that her love was well returned and requited.

A small kiss was placed over her left eyebrow, rising a sweet smile from her, and as he came back up to take in all of the preciousness of the cute grin he'd aroused, he stopped, winded by what he had captured instead.

For a silent moment, his eye was aimed to hers, focused like a curious crow's would be at the sight of gleaming silver.

She'd enticed a concentrated connection none one could break.

Havoc could be wreaked right outside their door, and he wouldn't have the will to tear himself from her. In fact, there was a good chance it would all be ignored, not even left as an afterthought.

He kindly moved aside her now messy bangs, moving the stray hairs out of the way to admire her sweet (e/c) eyes.

The two gems had always fascinated him, along with everything else that had to do with her. So, It wasn't to say that he'd never noticed them before, or given them the attentiveness they deserved.

If he were being truthful, he'd admit that everything about her was bewitching. Everything about her was stunning, but there was just something especially wonderous about her (e/c) eyes that tantalized him.

Whether she was saddened or angered, joyous or even dull in mood, they held a captivating charm that bewitched him, drawing him in with an effortless, yet powerful pull.

He could have sworn he knew every detail about the amazing gems he'd stared at for months, but to his surprise, there was something within those shining beauties that had changed.

There was a new glow that he hadn't seen before, and at the discovery of it, his body moved on its own, following what silent orders her (dark/Light) eyes gave him.

With his ungloved fingers, he traced over her facial features, tracing the lines that would exist if he were to draw her. He took in everything he could, to the point of even seeing her as he closed his eyes, his mind not knowing anything but the woman his fingers were softly grazing.

"You look beautiful," he muttered, the words coming out low and breathless.

At his sudden admittance, he watched as her face began to blossom with new color, bashfulness showing as she drew her eyes from him, too embarrassed to look at him straight on.

"John..." she muttered just as softly, having no real response for him but the dumb little mutter of his name.

He'd called her beautiful before and she never came to believe that perhaps there was a hidden meaning behind the instances.

She wasn't doubtful of his words, not when he looked so spellbound, and especially not when he touched her so gently, because she was well aware that a touch so sweet couldn't exist without there being tenderness there.

She wasn't doubtful of his proclamation of love, but she was far too modest to look up at the neediness that was notable in his gaze.

Furthermore, she was beyond flustered due to the thickness of his voice as he had spoken to her just then. There was a want that existed for her, and that was what had her so rattled with both exaltedness and anxiousness.

' - But I want him too,' She reasoned, 'I want him just as much,' She thought to herself with a thick swallow, drawing her eyes back over to him, her face still blazing with the same timidness his loving gaze had arisen.

'And I want this...' She declared with certainty, not willing to back away from him more. 'I don't want you to think otherwise, John...I don't want to back away from this,'

She looked at him with the same sweetness he would always get the pleasure to taste when their lips moved against each other.

- She didn't want to hold back anymore.

Batting her eyes up at him, she began to smile, prompting him to offer her a soft smile of his in return, his face inching closer to hers, nearing close enough that his nose lightly grazed hers.

Their hot breaths and pants mingled, becoming one just as they soon would. Tension...

Anticipation... They both felt it.

Instinctively, her lips twitched, more than ready for him to touch them, a pang of disappointment striking her when it was delayed, seeming to never come. It was a merciless play that she thought was unfair and cruel, leaving her body shivering.

Taking notice, he released a soft chuckle, repeating the action yet again, the tip of his nose barely touching hers with another featherlight brush, watching her expect the loving press the second time as well, "John..." She murmured in the same sweet voice that had the power to make him do just about anything she wanted him to.

"Please stop teasing me," she begged, sounding smaller and smaller as she continued to speak. It was killing her, the deprivation of a single kiss paining her so much, it was nearly unbearable. "Please... kiss me, just kiss me," she said with a hushed voice, still small yet full of demand, screaming of need and desire.

Her plea though soft, yet as powerful as a lion's roar, making his skin riddle with goosebumps.

"Of course," he said sweetly, "But first," he started, licking his lower lip, feeling it suddenly go dry.

There was just one thing he needed to let out and let her know, "I'll be gentle." He said softly, "I'll try," he added, meaning it wholeheartedly. "So, tell me if I'm hurting you," he continued on while his hand gently grazed her cheek. He couldn't bear to hurt her, and wouldn't ever dream of it, even if it was as unintentional as it could come.

"You can tell me anything," he told her, hoping she wouldn't withhold her pain for his own sake.

With a docile nod, she offered him a sweet smile in return, her stomach filled with fluttering butterflies, the little creatures doing all the tricks they knew.

Shaking her head she answered him back, "I trust you," she said in a breathy tone, her eyes batting close as he gently pressed his lips over her forehead.

"I trust you John..." she assured him, "And I love you... I love you so much," She added, her voice quivering, the quake in it making the man give her yet another smile as he moved to press his lips over her eyelids where just beneath them, small tears began to collect.

He didn't know what reason existed behind the misplaced kiss, not understanding what fueled him to lay one over each of her closed beauties, but he reasoned that perhaps there was no other reason aside from his overflowing love taking reign, his body set to pilot mode and controlled by his heavily palpitating heart.

- He wanted to kiss every bit of her, love her all he could to make up for his absences, past, present and future.

She kept complaints to herself, knowing there could be nothing done but wait, and he appreciated that. He appreciated not just her love, but her dedication and patience with him.

With the final detour taken, he moved over to her lips, giving her the smooch she'd begged him for from the start, and that she'd been so desperate for. As he had expected, she eagerly responded back, diving in with desperation.

She replied back, kissing him just as fiercely, pouring in all the love she felt through the heated collision as though it'd be the last one they would ever share, and she had to cram a lifework of affection in one, single press.

Her back arched, her two hands placed at the back of his head as she floated up to a cloud higher than 9.

She nearly forgot to breathe, her sole focus placed on the addicting taste of his invading tongue, the wet muscle eagerly exploring the warm space within her mouth. A deep, drawn-out moan then fell past her, muffled by their wet kiss as she felt his hands grab her sides, each of them placed at her hips and squeezing them as though he had ownership of them already. 'I'm yours... I'm all yours!' She chanted in her head as she became mush in his manly hands.

They parted in what felt like too soon, her lungs immediately filling with air as she gasped loudly, staring at him with a desire for more of those wildly mind-numbing Kisses.

He took half a second to draw back in, aching for another kiss as well, hard presses from his lower half colliding with the rising of her own hips which had instinctively moved.

"God (f/n)..." He mumbled, his teeth scraping her lower lip, tugging lightly, causing her body to let loose of a small shudder of delight.

Her hands slid over his shoulders, working back the black elastic holding his dark hair together. Successfully, she loosened his chocolatey strands, her fingers weaving through the long strands with blissful joy as they continued to make out.

His lips then traveled down, finding a small spot just behind her ear to give attention to, making her upward thrusting cease with a loud gasp as he circled his tongue over her skin. His fleshed hand, ungloved and fully bare slipped beneath the edge of her periwinkle turtleneck, the skin both soft and smooth against his rough palm, a difference he could feel.

Molding her clothed breast through the thin material of her undergarment, he could feel the small peak risen beneath the cotton fabric.

"I love you," He told her, " (f/n)...I love you..." he repeated.

Nodding quickly, she gave a strong heave, "I know..." she breathed out, her (e/c) eyes gazing up at the ceiling, the two twinkling gems tearing with joy. "And I love you too," she huffed.

She loved it when he told her, when he wasn't afraid to admit to her that she meant everything to him.

There was a beautiful feeling that came with his words, and it always made sure to stay for hours, making her feel alive.

His lips left her skin, and he rose up, both legs still on either side of her waist as he stared down at her with haggard breathing, looking arousingly wild as well as manly and overwhelmingly sexy.

His right hand reached down to her, starting from her lips, grazing down to her navel, his eyes connecting with hers through the entire movement. He stepped off from the bed, his hand held out for her, and without question she took it, soon being pulled into his chest.

Again their tongues danced, meanwhile both tasked themselves with going through their lover's clothes, piece by piece falling to the ground, discarded and forgotten. Completely bare, she gazed up at him, seeing the hunger within his gaze grow more.

Swallowing hard, she gave herself fully, each movement of hers being run by the thudding muscle within her chest, letting it guide her.

Again they fell onto the mattress, their naked skin brushing against each other with each movement they made, her mind going hazy as his large hands preoccupied themselves with her most sensitive spots, knowing just where to touch her as though he already had the manual to her own body, having studied it dutifully beforehand. 'This is the best feeling ever...' she thought in bliss, not feeling pain at his first plunge within her, instead, feeling nothing but completion and fullness.

His body hovered over hers, and she felt like she was covered by a soft blanket that protected her from the rest of the world,

'Don't let me go...' she thought to herself, breathing hard.

- And she didn't have to tell him, because he wouldn't ever give her up.

He wouldn't let anything but the feeling of love touch her.

She felt his hands caress her naked body, affectionately petting her sides as he picked up his pace, every stroke striking her at her most vulnerable spot, sure to raise a moan from her, "I love you, John," she murmured, never growing tired of proclaiming her love to him.

Her arms were then tightly wrapped around his neck, her face remaining hidden onto the crook of his neck as his hand slid down her hip, running over the side of her thigh until it landed on the back of her knee, lifting it to hold it within the crook of his arm as he continued to thrust within her.

"- I love you so much," she repeated, her panting breaths fanning over his sweat glossed skin.

"- With all my heart," she added, her body involuntarily shaking as they were both almost at their highest peak.

Together, they enjoyed his night home, withholding nothing from one another, falling deep into the scathing waters of passionate lovemaking.

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In His Hold | Venom Snake x reader

Pairing: MGSV V x Reader

Character Backstory: So You know those stories where the main character kind of just ends up in another world? Yeah, I’m pulling that little bs. The reader kind of just ended up in that world, without memory or a past. Eventually, she’s saved by V and brought to mother base. The majority of TTP stories I’ll do are centered around that concept. If your interested in it [ This ] is the character design I’ve done. Of course, it’s not really the set image, but an idea of mine. You imagine what you will. I own nothing but the story itself. The characters mentioned and used are not property of mine.

Here is a small piece: Until then she had only felt numb, but in just that moment, within his hold, she felt that she was really in the body that belonged to her. Instantaneously, she felt all the switches flicker on within her, a feeling of belonging let itself be known as every sense of hers had begun to spring with life.

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

In His Hold

She'd thought she'd done everything right. She'd given it all she had, trying her hardest, her damn best at following each and every one of the instructions the doctor had given her.

She'd written down every dream, every thought she had, recorded them all on to once blanked sheets, leaving absolutely nothing behind.

The journal aside from her bed was at its last page, thoroughly filled with thousands of words, scattered scribbles here and there as a result of her frequently rushed haste. On various mornings and even scarce nights that came, she instantly dove right into the personal diary.

Upon the first notion of wake she'd have, she'd work her hand with the black ink falling upon the thin lines.

Every single occurrence within her deep consciousness that she could recall was recorded, and through it all, she had been strummed on the hope of finding something to indicate where her true home was, or at the very least, something that led her to believe she was close to finding her true self.

Her hands tightly clutched the canary yellow top railing, fingers curled around the metallic rods with heavy strain visible within the shaking, balled fists.

Her shoulders then began to move along with her quaking hands as she leaned in more towards the edge, all while looking down at the seemingly endless waters dancing beneath the built base.

- And then her mind blanked.

With watering eyes, she swallowed up a heavy breath while a shock of paralysis shut her body down.

Gusts of warm breeze wafted past her, carrying off (h/c) strands of loosened hair, swaying along with the pace of the blowing winds. Gently, the flowing pieces attempted to tickle her cheeks and call her back to reasoning, but with no luck.

She was still void of tranquil delight as well as the panging affliction that should have been there.

During then she felt nothing from within, while outside the vessel in which she was, the gradual lure of the earth's gravitation strummed her in, offering her envelopment within swaying aqua.

- And then everything went quiet.

Slowly closing her eyes, her small fingers began to uncurl, her still body falling more over the edge.

A strong hand then landed right on her shoulder, heavy pressure falling over it before she was jerked back harshly, nearly thrown to the center of the platform she was on.

Stumbling back on wobbly legs, she stared wide-eyed at the man who had yanked her back,

"What are you doing?" he asked her, a harsh undertone coming from within him, visible lividness rising from him and etched onto his rugged features. Like a shocked deer in the headlights, she stared straight at him, her breath being swallowed up and released in heavy pants as she shook her head from side to side.

With a visible, exaggerated crease being drawn between her two brows, she dashed her eyes back to the spot he had torn her from, the inside of her mouth drying at the sight.

With wide, unblinking eyes, she continued to look towards the spot, wondering what he was as well...

what exactly had she been doing?

'I wouldn't have...' She thought to herself, ' I never would,' she continued on.

" (f/n)," he said gruffly, making her startle, causing her train of thought to crash. Her two (e/c) orbs whipped back to him, knowing he had been thinking the worst. She began to blubber, not knowing just how to justify what he had seen, because she wasn't even certain what she was doing.

She observed as his eye came down, falling over to his feet before he gave her a steady nod, approaching her slowly, the attempted sounds of speech coming from her falling to deaf ears.

"(F/n)," he said again, "Are you alright?" he asked her, a notable change in his tone, sounding concerned, mellow coaxing coming from his lips.

And with the question, another shock hit her, this time causing her to wither.

From where she stood she looked small, only growing tinier the longer he gazed at her, and he knew it was just something of his imagining, but the longer he looked at her the more frail she seemed, almost like a glass doll.

And with certainty, he concluded that perhaps that was the best way to describe her,

A pretty glass doll, one right at the edge of the surface, ready to fall and break at any second, shattering into a million pieces.

"Boss," she said in a very small, croaky voice because she could not find much more to say. She couldn't find the strength to force out another word when she desperately attempted to swallow down the thick lump caught in her dried throat.

She sucked in her thick bottom lip in between her two rows of teeth as she began to feel it quiver. Her (e/c) eyes drifted right, then falling down, away from the intently gazing man and over to the sight of her heeled loafers, remembering that not even the things she wore had been hers.

She had nothing of her own, nothing in which she could hold onto and give faith into any longer.

Soon after she shut the two (e/c) drops tight, painfully so in attempts to hold back the stream of sorrow from making an escape.

She didn't want to look weak, but as she sucked in a long breath through her flaring nostrils, she felt unable to fight the overbearing feeling of sheer helplessness that had weighed her down.

She was senselessly roaming the earth without purpose and true meaning, only existing...existing in a world she felt she didn't belong in.

And It wasn't just the loss of identity.

It was the detachment from the world she felt, because it was as though she was from another space and time altogether.

' Just who am I...?' she asked herself yet again. 'Where do I even belong?'

What was her purpose if she didn't even know who she was to begin with? What did she have to keep stringing on to if she couldn't find a single grasp at anything besides her name?

And what if that wasn't even hers?

What then?

She felt the world spiraling down, drowning her into a whirlpool towards the center of a pit of nothingness. Slowly, everything began to crumble, trapping her in a merciless void of darkness where it was frigidly cold and above all terrifying lonely.

Tears fell down her face, cascading over her heated cheeks and dripping down her chin.

Her hands, both trembling came up to caress the sides of her arms to ease even the slightest bit of warming to her shivering, chilled body. However, rather than feel the heat she desperately craved for, there was nothing but numbness to rely on.

Her legs bent right at their joints, and she descended down, ready to crash onto the hard grounds of the only place she could define as home.

But as her body gave in to the pulls of gravity, she was caught mid-fall and forced upright, and it was then that she felt the warmth.

She felt a sunny warmth cocooning her crumbling body into secured safety, holding together the pieces of her heart that would have certainly scattered.

All trembling in her body stopped and again her eyes shut tightly as she felt immediate warmth circling around her. It coiled like a slithering serpent over its small prey, leaving her almost suffocated and without breath, but even so, it was a hold she didn't dare find reason to slip out from.

Until then she had only felt numb, but in that very moment, within his hold, she felt that she was really in the body that belonged to her. Instantaneously, she felt all the switches flicker on within her, and a feeling of belonging let itself be known as every sense of hers had begun to spring with life.

The words came from her slowly as she took a moment to find her voice again, and despite the weak sounding tone in which she spoke when she finally mustered the strength, there was completely sincerity, and moreover, complete adoration traveling from within her heart.

" Thank you...Thank you Big Boss," she breathed as she inclined her head back to stare up at the man, drunk on the calming ease he brought to her, as well as the safe blanketing he had kindly draped over her.

His hold began to loosen, the snug capture dying out from her. As she was let go, she began to stagger back, slowly drawing from him, admiring him entirely with eyes full of mesmerization.

And call her crazy, maybe batshit insane, but with the sun hidden behind him, just barely having remains of shine peek from behind him as he blocked the fiery star, he looked almost... angelic.

During the long pause she took to gaze up at him, she noted that he was nothing like the demon she had heard others or even himself proclaim him to be.

It wasn't to say she was ignorant, nor nieve.

She wouldn't go as far as to say he was a man that was innocent or anywhere near a saint, because he wasn't, and it was alright because he didn't need to be for her to admire him.

Long ago, from the moment he had saved her, that was when she had begun to see him in the shining light.

To her, the picture-perfect angel had scars married over his face, more than likely carved over the rest of his body as well. He had only one eye visible out to the world, a single sea-colored gem, lackluster and filthy with more than regret. It was a dim jewel long tainted by filth, and yet still beautiful.

It proved that beauty could prevail in disaster and tragedy.

Her (e/c) colored eyes then moved and landed on the sharp piece of shrapnel embedded in his skull, the piece that was permanently lodged onto his cranium. She had taken notice of how It ended in a sharp point, seeming to be akin to the horn of some sort of devil, and that was perhaps the only connection she'd make with him to a devilish fiend.

'He's no monster...'

As immersed into him as she was, he also took part in doing the same in regards to her. With his lonesome eye, he watched her. Hesitantly rising, his gloved hand moved to lightly brush back her (h/c) colored bangs from shielding her (e/c) colored eyes. With barely grazing his uncovered fingers over her soft skin, he made the short hairs on the back of her neck spring up at attention from the contact. Her wide, glimmering eyes fluttered close, batting for a few seconds before they opened yet again to gaze up at him, a small glimmer in them teasing him with a soft glow. Gingerly, his thumb wiped off the last remains of tears from beneath both her eyes with slow movements, taking his time to truly admire the strange woman this time around because, in all honesty, he hadn't actually taken a moment to focus on her, not until then.

In silent awe, he continued to take in more of her sight and preprocessing beauty, greedily swallowing up all he could.

It wasn't until recently that he had felt a growing need to actually stand closer and learn of who she was, better yet, learn more of who she was becoming.

Coming back to the base had become something he felt obligated to do so more frequently, and it was all to see her lovely face, in which each time he returned would glow with joy.

She told him of her new discoveries,

What colors she loved...

What dreams she'd had...

What smells made her the happiest...

All the things in which she'd come to learn about herself were revealed to him, and admittedly, the little updates were treats. They tasted sweet and made him feel warmer.

He had grown a soft spot for her, and everything that had to do with her became important.

Both his index and middle finger started their journey over the side of her forehead, gently traveling down and forming an invisible crescent, landing at the outline of her bottom lip. Slowly, his naked fingers ran over the outer trace of her mouth, and he noted that even without an artificial color to accent them, they were attention-grabbing.

'Stunning...' she was absolutely stunning in every way imaginable, causing his blue eye to glue onto her even more, the rest of his body gravitating towards hers. He inched closer to her, taking in every feature gracing her lovely face as he took the small steps, fully enthralled by even the small, dinky glistening droplets still clinging to her dark, wet lashes.

She sucked in her breath, little goosebumps riddling over her arms as she saw him slowly drift towards her, his hand now cupping her cheek, guiding her to him to meet him halfway. Instinctively, her eyes batted closed, waiting for his touch to reach her and take claim.

And with movements that came as second nature, she stepped closer herself, daringly pressing her chest to him, the obnoxious sound of her rapid heart's song playing its strong beat from within her.

He shut everything out besides her, feeling her held so close to him, a mere millimeter from completely connecting with her and savoring the soft, teasing and plump flesh of her lips.

The sound of spurred boots was for the most part blown over both their heads and though V had rarely come at a time he wasn't attentive to his surroundings, with her right at his hold he had nothing more that was more important than her.

Ocelot had begun to speak as he rounded the corner, hoping to address V, as he knew the spot was one he frequently found himself in on his returns. But as his eyes landed on the pair, he quieted down almost immediately, staring at the very notable show of affection with downright surprise. Both his words and his movements were halted, not knowing how else to proceed or follow up with, because it wasn't like he had seen Venom so demonstrative about anything.

Not his burdens, or his joys, not even his speculations were all to clear as all of it was kept locked away. There wasn't much that seemed to cause the man to show inner musings or affections, besides perhaps DD of course. But a dog and a woman were two completely diffrent things.

Having heard the newcomer's voice ring out closely, (f/n) retreated back sharply, taking three steps back with burning embarrassment, leaving the dark-haired man's hand still stuck mid-action. With his previously closed eye opening to find focus on her once more, he watched her sink her top row of teeth down onto the outline of her lower lip, slowly raking it over the soft skin until the sharp edges landed back in place over her bottom teeth.

And with a blossoming color blooming over the alluring flesh as she grazed over them, he felt even more frustration in having been separated.

He pressed his own lips together firmly before slowly dropping his hand back to his side, looking back over his shoulder towards the icy-eyed man that had called on him. With a brief nod to address the tactical instructor, he urged him to continue on, having no other choice.

"Oh, well, I didn't mean to interrupt," Ocelot said shaking his head, raising his hands up in defense and staggering back with his words of retreat.

A chuckle escaped from him, never having thought of running into the usually quiet man as he romanced a woman.

The thought had once been none existent, not ever being something to be considered. "No, No," Ocelot began wanting to give them space. He could give his friend space for the time being, "I could come at another time an-"

" Out with it, you're not interrupting anything," Venom replied back, completely turning to the retreating man. He would be outright lying if he denied feeling annoyed at the interruption, but it wasn't something to easily dive back into.

"Well, what is it?" He asked, approaching the blonde and leaving (f/n)'s side altogether. The said woman stayed motionless, unsure on what exactly she should do. Her mind was a mess of thoughts, silly little ideas and venturous ponderings on what would have happened had there not been an interruption.

And to be quite frank, she wasn't sure if she could muster up a coherent sentence if she were to be asked something simple, such as a question in regards to even her name, the only thing she had been certain of at one point.

With a brief look to the (h/c) haired colored young woman Ocelot spoke, "Unfortunately these are matters only to be addressed to you, In your company only," he started, giving (f/n) the chance to excuse herself, leaving open a window of opportunity for her to escape.

Snake as well turned to look at (f/n), missing the nod of dismissal Ocelot gave her as they wordlessly communicated.

Ocelot was always placidly kind to her, sometimes serving as good company whenever he found her lonesome, the large dog trailing behind him through the majority of the time. The silver-haired man enjoyed her good nature with DD, always having a smile present even if the creature had ignored his orders by pouncing on her.

Understanding the offered look, the woman gave a halfhearted smile directed at the two men, appreciation being sent off to both for diffrent reasons.

"Ah, well, I promised to accompany Mr. Codetalker today," she started. " He must have been waiting for me this whole time," she said with a sheepish smile, truly feeling guilty as she imagining the elder still waiting for her delayed visit. "Big boss... I...well... Thank you once more," she told him, bowing her head slightly to hide her once again blushing face as a gentle pink color rose from them.

"I appreciate your concern for me... and your generosity," she said with graciousness, meaning her words. "And of course," she said with a brighter smile directed at the man, "Please be safe," she added before she turned away, giving the two men a final, short wave.

'I wouldn't know what we'd do without you... where I'd even be if it wasn't for you,' she thought worriedly, knowing that even with the legends and rumors, along with the chit chat of the motherbase soldiers as well, he still bled red. He was still mortal.

As she retreated she was stopped when a hand circled her wrist.

The red-painted bionic piece held her firmly as Snake pulled her back slightly, and with eyes full of surprise she stared up at him.

As the words of question almost left her parted lips, he spoke instead, leaning down to her for only her ears to hear.

His words were spoken for just her, enjoying having her close to him once more, " When I come back, it'll be just the two of us...I promise," he said lowly, letting his hold die as the final word formed.

Her heart leaped at his words, while her stomach bubbled like boiling water, not due to just the intimate closeness and touch, but of the words he withdrew himself from her with.

He wanted more time with her...

- An uninterrupted affair, so to speak.

Immediately, her face brightened with a joyful smile, this time itching close to becoming a widespread grin,

"I look forward to it," she said sweetly, the soft sugar in her tone set just for him, her heart set on his return. Hidden away from the pale blue eyes watching them, Snake returned a smile back to her, the uplift stunning her before he drew back from her entity. Watching her retreat, he continued to hold his gentle smile, the expression dying out before he turned back to his good friend, ready to hear out the intel Ocelot had set for him.

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

"Your smile is rather radiant today," the elderly man spoke in a calm tone, looking over out into the endless waters, having caught only a slight look at her from his side. It was once again, a beautiful sight to behold, and he enjoyed every moment of his venture outside.

Slowly, his eyelids fell to cover his murky eyes, a breathy sigh leaving him as the warm touch of sunlight seeped through into his skin.

"Ah, just like the sun, you seem full of light today." He added.

She stood motionless, gazing over the same sight he had, her hands coming to touch his frail shoulders in a light hold. "You think so ?" she asked curiously, tilting her head slightly to her right, warmth still radiating from her face as evidence of her earlier encounter with the boss.

Nodding codetalker smiled,

"Is he staying tonight?" He then asked her.

"Ah, no," she answered back, " not tonight." She said softly, her disappointment notable through her tone, but it wasn't like she attempted to sound scorn or displeased, it simply came out. She wished that he had stayed longer, or that perhaps his trips weren't as long as they tended to be. She would have been happy with either, but she knew it was all only bullish thinking.

"He's with Ocelot right now," she said sighing, " I suppose a briefing... before he takes off once again," she elaborated." but I wouldn't know," she said afterward, " it's not my place to ask after all," she added with a dry chuckle. Though, it wasn't like she had anything to do with the information herself.

craning his neck slightly to look back at her, Codetalker focussed his eyes on her, "Then what is your place young one?" he asked, his raspy voice being lingered with intrigue. " Have you found your purpose yet? what makes you breathe... exist ?" he asked her, and with rounded (e/c) eyes she stared at him stunned. Her mouth parted slightly as her jaw slacked, and seeing as his question affected her so fiercely, he gave a silent nod.

"Would it be that you still have no answer?" he murmured, "if so, you needn't feel troubled, many only find reason at the end of the road, you would be one of many," he said with a small smile slowly forming. "I myself have yet to understand what it is I do here in this world," he admitted.

Speaking to Codetalker was easy, he was an attentive listener, and she wholeheartedly believed they had formed a good friendship. She came to wonder if she had a grandfather just like him, one who was still around and listened to her problems, told her stories of his youth and past years. Or had she only ever had the fortune of having an old soul like him with her in her new life?

- That was just another thought she'd ponder over.

"ah..." she started to try and speak, but shook her head instead, and with that, she chased off the look of perplexion and shakiness she had worn. "No," she said smiling gently, replaying the events of earlier in her head.

"it's not that...As you know...I've actually been thinking of that for a while now, and well..." she started, "I think I might know why I'm here," she said closing her eyes briefly, taking in a sweet breath of salted air with serenity.

"No... I know just why," she said with certainty, opening her (e/c) eyes up to the blue sky.

He pushed himself forward, grunting as he did it, his elderly hands struggling to move the chair forward until she slid her hands over to the holders of his chair, pushing him slightly, then turning his chair, being mindful to place it safely still and moving herself to stand before him.

"Are you alright?" she asked him, startled by his sudden movement.

"Come down child," he said softly, using his finger to urge her to come to the same level as him. She bent her knees as she came down, hunkering, but being mindful to keep her legs close together modestly, despite the generous length of the plaid skirt.

"Tell me..." He spoke, "Though, I can already assume what you are to say," he told her, " I still wish to see your face as you speak... to know what joy is when it is written over your face," he told her, thrilled the young woman had found something to grasp to, because he knew how important the matter was to her. He had felt guilty for causing her mood to sink when he asked the question before, but there was a glimmer in her eye that shined as he looked at her now, knowing that the doubt and uncertainty was far past her.

"It's with him," she said airily, her face brimming with the joy he had been anticipating. At her words, Codetalker gestured her to continue with a slow nod.

"I've come to realize it's at his side, with Big Boss."

"You must be well aware that it is impossible for you to live a life of peace then," he warned her.

Nodding (f/n) agreed, "I know," she answered him, her smile becoming small and lukewarm with understanding. Looking down at her hands she continued to smile, "All I have, everything I will ever come to hold with these hands... it will all be because of him." She told Codetalker. "His kindness, it's what allows me to be able to stand before you, because if not for him, I don't think I would have lived to see another day," she admitted, not bothering to mention the earlier save, but it counted as well.

" And sure...perhaps to him, I am one of many, or maybe nothing at all...You can never be certain what's on another's mind," she continued on. " Maybe he never thinks of me like I wonder about him, or concern myself with him. Perhaps I've read everything wrong, " she explained. "Regardless of that, I still hold on to my decision," she added. "Besides...I'm just happy to be at his side," she told the elder man. "Something about him makes me feel so many things, lovely things I can only imagine are rare.

I wouldn't be able to think of anyone else in the same manner I do him,"

"Whenever he needs me, I won't hesitate to follow his order, because I know my purpose is to be at his side," she said firmly. "I'll do whatever it is I can, whatever it is that these hands are capable of..." She said clutching them to her chest.

"Maybe that's why I'm here. why he was the one to save me.

- Why the first thing I came to see was his face... hear his voice."

She would follow the man to the ends of the Earth, trailing behind him and following through his steps even through raging fires. She had no past, and though she knew that much, she knew that her future lay in his own mighty hold.

Her future lay in his vision, one she wished to see fulfilled.

With one of his hands shakily rising, Codetalker reached for her left hand, his other joining in to incase her own captured one once the first had a hold of it. "You are an exceptional young woman," he told her, " And though I trust your capability to choose your own destiny, I worry for your decision, and for your affections," he admitted. " One would be foolish to not acknowledge the consistent attentiveness you receive from him... and vise-versa," he told her.

At his words her face bloomed with color, arousing a chuckle from him. " Your feelings are returned... Rest assured," he revealed to her, making her eyes shine with joy, "...But know it will be a difficult path... filled with both hardship and compromise," he informed her. And though his words were cautionary, her face still brimmed with glee as she nodded, enthusiastically, " I understand," she said breathy, " I am aware, but I have nothing to lose, only everything to gain." she told him.

The sound of a chopper cut through the sound of crashing waves, and both (f/n) and the elder man fixed their eyes up at the approaching sound. Far above them and soon drawing away in their departure to their home was the man they had spoken of.

He was off away onto another mission he'd accepted, off away onto dangerous territories. She watched as he closed the door to the helicopter. Smiling, she wordlessly wished him a good return, hoping he was to come back safe. She believed in him, and so she pushed out every worry she had for him. She convinced herself there wasn't anything that could put the man down, and even while bloody and to the last breath, he'd find a way to move forward.

' With just the two of us,' she thought to herself, ' would you open your mind to me? Or will I still be the one to reveal my ideas with you?' she wondered. ' can I come to know who you truly are?' she added.

' Whichever way, I just know you will make it back safe... and then I will come to know what awaits the both of us,'

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danddymaro · 4 years ago

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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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