29. Just writing horny, kinky thoughts about old MGS men.
Smutty ideas/Short Fanfic
This is really just a place for me to be a pervert in peace.
Obviously NSFW, MDNI
Hello! I am new here. Just a snake called Boots. I have been a lurker for years and finally wanted to make a place for myself to try and get me to write fan fiction eventually. I have some Master Miller X Reader, Ocelot x Reader, and Solimiller fics in the works. Starting by posting my horny blurbs.
Give me a follow if you want to see some smutty old man text posts pop up on your feed. Warning will be Kinky/BDSM. Mostly light, will add warning tags if I get more extreme. MDNI
I mostly am focusing on the War Criminal Dilfs:
Ocelot, Kazuhira, Big Boss, and Venom
Will be a mix of them together and some Character X Reader. It will be mostly trans male readers' POVs/female anatomy. It's what I got, so it's what I know and fantasize about.
Anyway nice to meet you - I'm just a friendly little snake in your boot!
I do love the whole idea of BB coming back from a mission and wanting to fuck one of his blondes immediately to relieve stress and get a little reward for all his work. I also love him being a deep sleeper and passing out immediately after he's back because he has been awake for three days straight.
I want to know how many times he has fallen asleep while still inside one of those blondes. He just busts his nutt and then passes out on top of them immediately.
I am writing this bosselhira PW era fic, and I really am a sucker for switch Ocelot really wanting to top BB, especially when he is losing his virginity/learning how to fuck.
He wants to prove himself as a man. I am imagining BB as a dom bottom, letting Ocelot try topping him for the first time. Instead of like Kazuhira, who bullies him and whines for him to fuck harder, BB instructs him to.
Ocelot is way more timid starting out with BB. With Kazuhira, he has no qualms about being a little too rough. BB is lying back on the bed smoking his cigar, ashing on his own chest while he barks orders at Ocelot. He’d tell him shit like“Atta boy” when he hits his prostate.
Praising the young soldier is just gonna make him want to impress more and pound until it’s hard for BB to even put the cigar in his mouth.
If he does really well, Ocelot gets to lick up the cigar ash, sweat and cum that’s all over BB’s chest. It’s a sign of the job well done.
I think as he gets older Ocelot is more willing to bottom and is less worried about proving his masculinity to BB. He just wants to be with and please his boss.
Making a quick post to say my account is MDNI. I've been you before, so I get it, but it makes me uncomfortable for obvious reasons. I am getting more followers and likes and just wanted to clarify.
Also, while I'm at it, my general DNI List: Pro-shippers, Pedo's, Bigots
Content I WON'T write and don't fuck with: Bestiality, underage characters, necrophilia
I love imagining Ocelot as someone who can keep his composure and aggressive demeanor during sex, until he cums...
... sometimes he can control it, but sometimes he moans so sweetly and pathetically that it makes you just want to wrap him up in your arms. John loves it. Kaz bullies him. He also loves it. Especially when it's Ocelot, topping and whimpering into the back of his neck after calling Kaz a dirty slut the entire time.
In my Ocelhira Headcannon/fic world, I really like them meeting in the PW era and having a relationship where Kaz is a slutty mischievous fox who loves rage-baiting a bratty tsundere cunty kitty Ocelot.
And then in the MGSV era, that dynamic flips. Ocelot is a smug wild cat playing with his food. His food, of course, is a pissy, depressed old war dog who is still, despite his depression, a slut.
Macro/Micro with whiskey/smoke. I love smells, sensations, temperature, and taste.
Being tiny and sitting on the armrest of Master Miller's favorite chair as he ends the week with a nice glass of whiskey. You crawl up on his hand as he cups his drink and you press your face against the cold wet glass. It’s refreshing after the little climb. Miller was smiling at your pathetic, but cute effort. He can see your curiosity and dips a finger tip in and lets you lick the sticky drink off.
That or on the goofier side as you're crawling up his hand he moves his fingers and topples you completely into the glass. Then he gets an excuse to lick you clean. Now you are just covered in saliva, which I guess is better than whiskey. Miller makes fun of you as you hiccup and regain composure in his palm. You're definitely drunk after that. Maybe you two can have some more fun.
For smoke, I am seeing a similar situation with BB relaxing. Holding you in his hand and bringing you up to his cigar. He holds you near the end as he breathes in the fine smoke. You can feel the glowing heat from the end of his cigar, you're scared he’s gonna burn you. Suddenly he pulls it away and now it’s his lips close to you blowing smoke over your entire body. You're gonna smell like him for the rest of the day.
*slams fist on table* ugh, this is the good, niche stuff.
Miller lovessss to get you drunk, especially since it doesn't take much effort on his part. Dipping a single finger in the whiskey and seeing your tiny form stabilize yourself by holding onto his hand/finger and licking it off endears him incredibly. You're so small, and he's happy to have your somewhat nonabrasive company around. It gets lonely, at times, and you're a fun little addition to his life.
It's easy to tease you. He can't help but enjoy the bit of power he has over you with his size. Either by caging you with his fingers, or 'accidentally' pouring something on you and cleaning you off. The longer the both of you spend time together, the more possessive he gets over you. If you're not in the makeshift home he's made for you whenever he returns, he immediately gets worried about where you could be or if something bad happened. Regularly keeps you in a breast pocket when going out, knowing you're safe and snug against him.
With BB, it's a bit more... intimidating. Whereas Miller often messes around with you, BB feels a bit more unpredictable since he's not as worried about your well-being. Though, you know better than to leave, he would be someone to keep you in a jar or threaten to eat you. He knows the cherry ember of his cigar is close enough to your body that it's radiating against your skin. He finds it somewhat amusing when your expression is startled, but not enough to move away from it. Often times blows his cigar smoke all over you, making you cough and hack the first few times he does so. Whenever you try to clean yourself off, he does it again. You eventually give up knowing that it's hopeless and resign yourself to smelling like his cigars.
I am writing a little short PW-era fic about a virgin Ocelot topping Kaz as the dog berates him for not going hard enough. I think a hate fuck as your first fuck is so hot. Ocelot watched John fuck Kaz in the woods, and he’s trying to be just like Big Boss. He studied every move and thrust he made, when and where.
Kazuhira is loving it because the angrier he gets the cat the harder he gets fucked. He’s gonna be a bitch about it tho.
Finally finished my first full fanfic. Check it out.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Metal Gear (Video Games)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kazuhira Miller/Solid Snake
Characters: Solid Snake, Kazuhira Miller
Additional Tags: Age Difference, BDSM, Dom/sub, dom Kaz, Sub David, Trans Masc David, Spanking, dub con, David is being a Brat for attention and regrets it, Boot Humping
Summary:
Miller was away from the base for a week on some special assignment/business dealings. David is a mess for the week his master is gone because that rookie needs structure. He falls back on bad habits without it. Now that Miller is back, he hasn’t even given a nod in David's direction. Maybe David can use his bad habits for some attention? He is desperate at this point.
I really like exploring the idea that David needs structure to accelerate his training and he craves to be molded firmly by a mentor. It's how he was raised to be. Of course, he chose Miller. Don’t worry, it’s mostly horny as fuck. Very inspired by lots of solimer fics so all credit to those who came before. This is my first full fic practice. I want to test out my own take on writing the psychology behind their attraction to each other and the dynamics that would appear.
clicker trained David instructed to bark in order to receive his reward. His face is forced into the pillow, smothering his "ruffs" the thick pillow absorbing his speech almost makes it sound like John. ❤️
Oh, hohohoh. Beautiful idea. Miller would be so proud of himself for coming up with this training method. This got so much longer than I thought. So, the full thing is under the cut. Keep sending these prompts; so much fun. I researched correct clicker training protocols for this. I hope you enjoy it!
David thought it was a joke the first time Miller pulled out the clicker. He soon realized it was not when he started to hear the little alert right as he was beginning to climax. Click. Miller made sure David would hear that little sound every time his Master made him cum or when he would fill the boy himself. Once that reward was connected in his brain. Miller was able to start the real training. Every time he ordered the mutt to bark, David would hear the little click and receive his reward. Before he knew it, the noises were coming out of him involuntarily while his Master thrust into him.
“Now get in position.” Miller ordered. David was on all fours on the mattress. He sank to his elbows arching his back making that beautiful ass wiggle just a bit as he made sure he was presenting himself just how his master wanted. Now even just waiting to hear the sharp noises made him twitch with anticipation.
“Good boy.” Click. Miller climbed onto the mattress behind him. Caressing David's perfect ass. He couldn’t help but be a little jealous as he gave it a squeeze with his cold metal hand. His flesh hand still held the clicker, ready to continue the training. Now he needed to reward the mutt's behavior. He knew David had prepared himself like he had been instructed. Lubing himself up and stretching himself with his own fingers so he would be ready for his master.
Miller lined himself up with the boy’s eager hole and slowly pushed himself in letting David adjust as he let out a soft whine. He pushed himself back on Miller's cock before he even got all the way in. A little needy today, aren’t we?
“Do you want me to breed you, boy? Do you want my cum in you? Is that the reward you want?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well let me hear you, bark boy.”
“Arph, Arph - arph.” David began, joy exploding in his chest. Yes, he was going to be a good boy for his Master, and his master would show his approval. Click. Suddenly his head was shoved into the pillow by the cold hand that had just been on his ass. He felt his master pull back before slamming his hips right back into him. David let out a staggered moan into the pillow. His body ached in the best way as Miller's cock buried itself deep within him. Miller kept his hips against David as his next few thrusts were deep and slow. Rolling forward, reminding David just how well he could fill his body.
“Did I say to stop?” Miller bent down to whisper in David's ear.
David began his barking again. His pathetic noises half disappeared into the pillow. Oh, how Miller had always wanted to hear John make those noises, and now here he had him. A younger, more pliable version of him, bent over, eagerly waiting to take every inch of his mentor, begging to be rewarded. Click.
Miller straightened up a bit, his metal hand still wrapped in David's hair, keeping his face in the pillow. He started his rhythm again, this time speeding up slowly, pulling out a little more each time to really hammer into the boy like he knew he wanted. David continued his barking, which was quickly turning into broken moans and yips as Miller increased his speed.
“God, you beautiful mutt.” Miller thrust in hard, “You beautiful obedient mutt.” He saw the boy arch his back even more at the praise, pushing himself back again in time with Miller’s rhythm. Miller smiled to himself. This clicker training really was a good idea.
I need one more day to edit the whole thing. I accidentally wrote way more than I meant to, but here is another little part I really like. I can't stop thinking about bratty David and him wanting to see Miller's eyes:
"God damn it boy if you make me hunt you and your cigarettes down one more fucking time…, it will be my belt doing the talking. Do you understand?” Miller was already turning to continue his path back to his quarters. He was too fucking tired for any type of real lecture.
“I understand you're too pussy to do it now.” David spat out as he saw his Master turn to leave. He knew he would regret it. I mean he kinda wanted to, but he also was fucking pissed off at Miller. Ignoring him. Like he didn’t even exist. Didn’t he want to check up on his star pupil or did he not care anymore.
A metal hand was around his neck in a second. David felt the back of his head hit the concrete wall of the barracks. He couldn’t help but smile a little, earning him an extra tight hold on his throat. David could barely breathe. Miller stepped close until his nose was practically touching David’s. The boy didn’t drop the cocky look on his face; he was fucking pissed. All the hours of extra training he put in for that man and his Master didn’t even wave hello to him.
“I will give you five seconds to take that back because I am feeling very tired today.” Miller growled his face shaking in rage. David looked into those sunglasses where he knew two pale eyes were locked on him. He wanted him to take off the sunglasses, he wanted to see those eyes, but Miller almost never did. Even when they fucked. The lights were always dim and the glasses were almost always on. David had only seen them for a few brief moments.
Miller never said it, but David felt like it was one of his rewards. He often only took them off in moments of praising him. Those pale eyes felt so warm to him. Stupid fucking old man. David wanted to see them and he could only think of one way to make him take them off.
He gave Miller a little wink and let saliva fill his mouth, and he spit all over them.
It took the old man a few seconds to process what had just hit his face. He released his grip on David's neck and took a step back. It took only half a second after that for David to feel the sharp pain of cold metal backhanding his face. The blow made him stagger as warm blood began to trickle from his nose.
As he straightened up, his world was spun around, his right arm twisted behind his back. David was met again with something solid and cold as the front of his body was slammed against the cement wall of the compound. He suddenly became very aware of the heat between their bodies as he felt Miller press into him. His breath was hot in David's ear.
“I was supposed to get a good night's sleep. And now I have to deal with you.” His voice was low and full of rage. It made David want to shiver and melt into him, accepting what was in store for him. He knew all Miller wanted to do right now was watch him break.
I love exploring in my Solimiller fic /head-cannons how one of David's rewards from his Master is getting to see his eyes beyond the glasses. David thinks they are the prettiest thing he has ever seen. Getting to see his Master's whole face and every harsh detail that told the old man's history. David always wanted to ask a million questions, but he would just savor the moment of intimacy for fear of ruining it.
I think it is a reward for both of them. Miller is sensitive about his eyes and worried that others see them as a weakness, a break in his otherwise hardened image. David is the only one he wants to take them off for.
He can see the genuine admiration and pure joy in David's eyes when he does. He often takes them off when the two of them are close. David is in his lap or at his feet. He wants to see every detail in that sweet little face. It is a reward for him and his hard work as a mentor, to have someone he knows he is safe with. Someone who will never judge him for his disability and only see him as a man to look up to.
I am a slut for Solimiller, where both have a tendency to bite.
I love both Miller and David biting each other at the same time while they cum. Miller clamps down on David's throat, claiming him as he fills him, and David bites down on Miller's hand as his master continues to sink into him.
As usual, Miller was covering David's mouth because he was whining too loudly, but now it’s a god damn chew toy. They are locked together, expressing their ecstasy; as one bites down, the other bites harder until they both draw blood and then collapse. Licking and kissing at each other's wounds until they fall asleep tangled up together.
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He’s gotta remind them that they both belong to him. After his blondes finish their little show, he orders them both to kneel before him as he strokes himself. They both open their mouths, begging for it to be them that gets his cum. It's okay; he's got plenty for both of them.
The two are probably fighting over who can lick more cum off the other. They’re both trying to prove that they’re the hungrier one. I bet BB loves when they just devolve back into two sluts just biting the shit out of each other. They probably bite each other more than he does.
I love imagining Kaz just passed out after getting fucked back to back by both tops, and now, while he sleeps, Ocelot and BB are just lying on either side, pointing to random bite marks, being like, “Was that you or me?"
You're only allowed to cum if you send him a video or FaceTime call him. He wants to see how you shake when you think of him. If he’s out in public, he wants you to call him so he can listen to your moans on the phone. You also need to send him a photo of your face after you cum, he wants to see you red, sweaty, and self-broken.
Perverted fuck probably already has cameras installed all over the cabin so he can watch you. That’s how he knows if you jack off without sending him a recording.
Any thoughts on Ocelot and Kaz liking the same person and kinda having a rivalry over that? 👀
Ooooh, I have a lot of thoughts on this. Thank you for the ask.
I really want to write a PW-era bosselhira fic where Ocelot hunts BB down after training (in more than one way) to win over John's heart. Pretty soon, both BB and Ocelot realize they both want to top, and BB won't let him until he proves his worth. He wants Ocelot to show off his skills on his new favorite toy…. Kaz. The complexity of the hate fuck that ensues is delicious to me. Ocelot has something to prove, and Kaz wants to please BB and show how valuable he is.
I love the image of the two of them, half wrestling and half fucking while looking directly at Big Boss. John isn’t complaining about the cuck chair. He asked for it. Ocelot is looking directly at him with those vicious cat eyes as he manages to wrestle that dog into submission. He wants Big Boss to see how good he is at dominating the other soldier, and Kaz is making his sweet puppy eyes at BB, showing how good he is at taking it and acting so beautifully pathetic. When they were wrestling before, he tried to ride that cat and show off his stamina, but now he’s just showing how cute he can be while taking a pounding and all the delicious moaning noises he can make.
