Hc for perverted/really handsy!reader x bodyguard!Raiden? (If possible can you do all versions of him?)
Sure!
Bodyguard!Raiden x Handsy!Reader headcannons:
MGS2 Raiden:
-Raiden isn't used to being touched so...weirdly.
-Sure, he's used to being touched, as in the occasional shoulder/headpat, a professional handshake, and of course, a punch to the face.
-But here you are, putting your hands all over him, running those smooth, smooth palms up and down his sides--it's really getting him kind of flustered!
-Of course he won't admit it, that'd be ridiculous. He'll only sit or stand in silence as your curious hands roam his body, and then quickly push you away once he hears someone getting closer to wherever you're hanging out.
-He will die before he admits to anyone that his relationship with you is anything but professional. He was hired to be your bodyguard, and guard your body he will! Besides, it's not his fault that you keep wanting to touch him, nor is it against his contract, so he'll let you keep doing it.
-Loves it when you run your hands through his hair.
-But also loves it when you grope his butt and grab at those supple, juicy cheeks of his and can't resist letting out a squeak or two.
MGS4 Raiden:
-Raiden now has less of himself than he used to, and isn't happy about it. Put simply, he hates his new body, but knows that there's no recovering what he lost.
-Seeing you so intrigued by his cyborg parts makes him simultaneously mad and warm inside. He's mad because he hates himself, and can't believe that you don't, and is warmed by your actions for that exact same reason. It's a paradox.
-But when you're around, he doesn't have to worry too much about paradoxes. He can just enjoy the way you touch him--except for when your hands go a little lower than they should! Then he just jumps a little and gives you this half-annoyed, half-amused look that only serves to egg you on.
-He'll melt if you hold his head in your hands and use your thumbs to caress his cheeks, because it's just such a sweet and wholesome gesture.
-He knows, however, that your interests involve things that are further south, so when you accidentally brush against something that strikes a certain sensor within him, don't say that you didn't bring this upon yourself.
-His newly created nether regions don't have all that much feeling yet, since he's yet to get used to them and the technology responsible for touch sensitivity and pleasure down there is limited, don't expect him to get too excited.
MGR Raiden:
-Oh, how times have changed. Remember that mediocre pleasure tech we just discussed? Well, it's been upgraded.
-Now he finds himself quite ticklish and will end up squirming a little whenever you put your hands on him.
-He's also grown a little more accustomed to his cyborg body by now, so all those angsty sentiments from before have faded somewhat.
-He knows that sitting in a limo with you will only tempt you, so he gave up trying to keep your hands off him and just made sure every vehicle you guys get in has soundproof glass.
-Honestly doesn't mind it when you hold his hand in public. Sure, it gets the both of you some weird looks, but it's not like he's doing anything wrong, and it keeps both of you grounded in reality.
-In front of his "close" friends (think Kevin or Boris), he'll ask you to keep the touching to a minimum because 1. Whenever they call, it's usually a serious matter, and 2. He doesn't want to get teased by these people in particular.
-A metal butt is still a butt and he'll still make those muffled, incoherent squeaks he always used to. Old habits die hard.
Author's note: Happy new year to all of you! I want to end this year with a little one-shot (medium, because the request of the person who told me to do this idea also wanted the same plot but with Sam). Soooo, with this one-shot I want to start a new and full of fanfics year!
The reality tastes like honey
Yandere! Selfware! Raiden x Fem! Reader
Nothing.
Behind so many years of life, so many adventures, traumas, situations of death and missing people, there's nothing.
A code panel that seems to define his existence as a character is his only eye. Doubt gnaws at his heart, the traces of humanity seem to submerge in an unparalleled sorrow after the discovery of a fact that, if it was possible, he would have longed to never know.
Raiden cannot contain his own emotions; the confusion is at such a level that, if he could vomit, he would have done so, if he could faint, he would have done so too, but he was not 100% human now, or at least, that was what he thought.
Knowing that your own decisions were not entirely yours is an unimpeachable emotional burden that cannot be compared to anything; the destiny that he called his own for so long did not belong to him, nor his body, nor his soul, nor his movements, nor his words, nothing. Everything that he believed to be his life already patented under a company with name and members.
He can feel all his fears repressing his existence with such fervor that even the only voice he hears is not entirely audible to him. The fear is still there, but then an error happen, a break in a code that was stable until he decided to leave that vicious circle where he only followed orders. Finally, his trance is cancelled, being forced to fall back to earth. The raised dust is the first smell he perceives, and the touch of the earth beneath him seems to be as real as the air he breathes, but now that everything is done, there is nothing, there is nothing but a hollow thought where his entire life is questioned.
His childhood, his reason for being, his change, the handling of weapons, the exchanges of flesh for metal pieces and patterns of cables all over his body, nothing was real, nothing was made for him to handle, nothing was his, nothing and no one in his world was really human, everyone was, without the desire to be, hooked machines that had to fulfill their place in the machine of the existence of this world.
—Raiden! —The doctor shouted. —What happened?! I couldn't see anything, everything was dark, I only heard your breathing —The man shouted, with a desperation never seen before—. And your pulse, damn, it was like you were about to have a cardiac arrest or something like that, I never saw anything like that!
The poor man was barely able to get up from the ground, still shaking, as if his life was about to be ripped from him in a jerk, which, in one way or another, is the closest thing to what he could feel.
—Raiden? —He asked again.
The man called was slow to respond, his back hitting the wall.
—It's nothing.
—Come back with me now, who knows what can happen to you after such an abrupt change.
—I already said I'm fine —he hissed—. I-I just need a minute, when I recover I'll continue with the mission.
—No, I can't let you continue as if nothing happened.
Neither of the two men seemed to give in, one out of concern and the other out of shock, as if he was still digesting what he had just seen before the moment he had suffered.
—You have to come back now.
—No.
Raiden could barely respond to the alarmed state of his companion and friend, as if his own brain had been recently split in half and rebuilt in a matter of seconds.
—Raiden, I swear to god that if you don't come back now...
And the call is abruptly cut off, closing the screen almost instantly. Raiden continues trying to assimilate what happened, breathing heavily, organizing his thoughts with all his mental strength. He understood and did not understood at the same time, he longed to know more as he longed to stop knowing what had happened, the contradiction could not leave his mind.
One image in particular appears in his memory; it was a girl. Headphones on, a scandalous laugh and a controller in her hands, her eyes full of emotion and adrenaline are a vivid memory that this girl had something to do with that corrupt and inhuman panel, he felt overwhelmed, and at the same time, infinitely curious about who she was.
Days passed and he did not fully recover; The doctor advised him to rest, while he investigated what caused someone as calm as Raiden to suffer a near short circuit from so many beats of a custom-made metal heart, and great is his disappointment every time he finds that, indeed, he could not find a solution to what caused that crazy event.
And it is then that news reached the ears of that doctor whose interest in rumors that reached the whole world was null; a woman that nobody knew, and whose existence was also unrecorded. She appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the base, as if she had fallen from the sky.
Her worn appearance gave clues that she had not actually gone there of her own free will, or at least that was the first suspicion they had. After several questions, they determined that she actually did not even know where she was; she did not know what country she was in; she did not know what facility she was in; and much less what the company she had visited did.
The doctor personally went to talk to her, since she had invaded private property hidden from the world. Eventually, upon meeting him, he realized that this woman was the same as the one Raiden had described the day he almost died. Between fear, confusion, and the feeling of strangeness at the existence of that woman, he decided to make them meet, although due to recent events, to this day he wonders if it was really a good decision.
Raiden was initially confused, listening to the doctor describe a woman he had met that day, he had to admit that it made him feel a certain curiosity, and still a bit confused since the fact that a woman whom he himself described as similar to what he had seen that day, was curious to meet him even though it was a vile lie after all.
It was strangely comforting to know that she confessed that she did not know him, it was as if for once everything he had believed was a dream seemed to be actually false. That he was actually the owner of his life, that there was no one behind all that world, that everything he had done had been his own decision, and not because anyone had forced him and even the death of all the people he loved seemed to be just things of life and not a plan executed by sadistic people, heartless people who sought to generate suffering in souls that they themselves did not believe were alive.
However, she had lied to him, hiding her truth even when he was threatening, which was at the beginning, and distrustful of who she was. She could still feel her palms sweating and when he asked her several questions from who she was to whether she knew him, and she could feel pressured instead, answers to which she knew, and even knowing that she should not lie, she did; she did not know if it was out of fear, confusion, or because she was still traumatized by knowing that this world was not the same as the one she, throughout her life, lived in.
Several days of interrogations went by, until they eventually insisted that she should return home, but she, not having one, they had to conclude that, perhaps, behind some human trafficking network they had stolen a baby, one that eventually lost its identity, being known only by a name and a surname which was never really registered. They decided to relocate her and give her a new name, a new entity, one that she could be guided by, accompanied also by a place where she could finally give herself a break in this world, and even if that wasn't what she really wanted, since she wanted to return to her world, that was something you couldn't do, since this fact was one in a million, she had to accept her fate. And she accepted it, she gave up and finally, the only thing left for her to do was adapt to this new world.
Raiden thought it was over, he genuinely believed that this woman was telling the truth, that in reality she was just a victim of some group twisted in bad connections. And that everything he had seen that day, all the events that seemed taken from a dark fantasy were only a product of his imagination, one of a mind so tired after so many days without sleep.
But, eventually, he began to have strange dreams. Dreams that he told the doctor and tried to find a solution, both psychologically and technologically, they found that in fact all those dreams were only products of his imagination, and despite their recurrence and the insistence that everything he had experienced was real through dreams, he refused to believe it. He denied it until he couldn't take it anymore, he denied it and denied it. Or at least until eventually he could only limit himself to staying with the only thing that seemed to be part of that reality that he himself had deduced.
From hiring people to supervise her from afar to invading her privacy by controlling her devices, he took it upon himself to try to keep her conscience clear - or at least that was what he whispered to himself - he didn't do it because he thought he was going crazy, he didn't do it because he suspected that she was a damn liar, he did it all because he wanted to remain calm, that in reality everything he had dreamed and everything he believed to be a dream is only and solely that; a disturbed dream.
Then he heard her, one night he didn't want to listen, but he forced himself to do so to try to keep his conscience clear, to end the dreams he heard her whisper She cried and sobbed, grieving over how much it hurt her not to be able to be at home, how much she missed her mother, how much she missed her father, and how much she hates herself for not being honest with Raiden, and she calls him that, she calls him what he longed for her to admit even if she lied to himself that she didn't love him. And she herself seems to remember even Jack's name, repeating it every time she can refer to him, as if she were afraid of him, as if she genuinely thought that any moment Raiden was going to kill her, or Jack, as she called him.
Her nightmares came back to her mind, the memory of that panel came back like lightning, and it didn't disappear from her mind until she finally accepted reality; she really wasn't from that world and everything he had lived turned out to be, in the end, the same reality that she couldn't fully understand, but that she didn't want to continue investigating either.
But his fears, accompanied by his inevitable curiosity, led him to visit her again, led him to corner her in her own house, to demand that she tell him the truth, taking her arms with his hands. And she, sobbing, tried to explain to him why she had lied, tried to tell him that in reality, although she knows Jack's name and knows who he is, she does not know it because she comes from another world, but because she herself had been part of one of the many groups he had once been part of.
But he had already accepted reality, he had already understood that she was only a piece of that world that was real, that she was within everything he had known, the only thing that was genuinely real, was her, something he could touch, something he could feel, something he could hold close, he could feel what it was like to be from a world where everything is bone and skin, and not a program specifically coded to fulfill a function.
She sobbed, begged and suffered from not being able to free herself; she was terrified. And then he kissed her. He didn't let her go, and even if she kept shaking in fear, the kiss didn't stop.
And since that day, he didn't let her go, since that day, her soul is tormented by the fact that he didn't let her back into his life. Even when she begged and said that she never really wanted to hurt him or force him to do something he didn't want, the damage was already done, and his mind was already corrupted by the thought that he had to keep the only real thing in this world by his side; her.
And if this world is to continue in its suffering until its end, then he must cling to the only thing that truly came from a world other than his own, a world where anyone who decides to write a story manipulates other realities at will, thus creating a stage of suffering that repeats itself over and over again. And if he is destined to perform the same action over and over again, even against his will, then he longs to have a piece of reality with him, to have something that he can feel as his own, something that others have not taken from him, or never belonged to him in the first place.
Hello, this is my first time interacting so I'm a little nervous, I recently found this account and saw that you write for mgs... I was really happy because there isn't much content in this game, anyway, I really wanted to ask for sfw and nsfw hc for raiden please.
It is not very specific but you can add what you want. thank you. ^^
SFW
Raiden is very protective and caring towards you. He wants you to always be safe and live a good life.
He is quite tactile, and always loves to hug you after a hard day, burying his nose in your hair, smelling you…he loves your smell so much…
He loves to give you souvenirs and anything that reminds him of you. He also always buys you what you once mentioned to him.
You told him about some decoration you saw while you were walking with Raiden. That's all… expect that after some time this decoration will be in your hands.
He loves to see you doing something in the house… home comfort. This is what he lacks in his life, given how busy he is usually on his missions.
NSFW
Like I said, Raiden is too tactile. And it also shows up in sex.
He caresses you so much, cuddles you, kisses you, sniffs you, just… he absorbs you like something incredible.
He loves your sounds so much. The whimpering, the pleading, the moaning… they are so delicious. He loves to hear it so much and will never let you cover your mouth with your hands to drown out these sounds. It feels like heaven…
He loves your thighs. Sleep on them, hug them, and touch them. You often notice how Jack kisses your body, making a path of kisses along your body until he gets to the thighs, and does not make hickeys and other marks on them.
I’m not sure if you are taking requests at the moment, but if you are can you please write Raiden (MGRR) going down on his s/o for the first time? 🛐
Of course friend! Once again I am sorry if Raiden is ooc, I'm doing my best lol. Sorry it took so long for this to come out, I hope it's worth the wait!
CW: oral sex (fem receiving), semi public, more wireplay cause I had 3 good Raiden headcannons and that was 2 of them,
Every part of Raiden's body was a weapon, from the sharp claws to the titanium jaw you had your lips pressed against now. You were nervous enough to touch him in his regular body but now even just lightly resting your hands on his chest made your heart race like you were holding a loaded gun, anticipating something to trigger if your hands wandered to freely over the ridged metal plates. It didn't help that he had just gotten back from a mission, you could hear his machine heart whirring while pumping coolant through his overheated body, you could even still smell the metalic traces of blood and cybernetic viscera that hadn't been completely cleaned from his body.
Breaking the kiss he exhaled, letting out hot steam in the other direction and increasing the temperature of the confined space the two of you had stolen away in. He checked one more time that the closet door was locked then made sure his radio was off while you did the same.
"No one can hear us in here right?" You asked, keeping your voice down to a low whisper.
"That depends on how loud you're gonna be" He purred, his hands running us your sides threatening to make you gasp.
You answered with a quiet laugh, his carefree attitude putting you at ease though there was still the matter of his body. Again you felt tense at the foreign pieces of metal digging into your skin as he pressed against you, not only wondering about the safety but the possibility of what he was doing to you. Thoughts of danger and pleasure stirred in your mind when you felt his mouth touch your neck, you sighed at soft feeling of his lips while shuddering at the hard feeling of his metal lower jaw paired with the touch of his sharp claws sneaking under your shirt and threatening your skin with the light touch of sharp edges.
Finding the opportunity to blurt out while he explored you. "Are you sure you don't want to wait until you're back in your civilian body?"
"Why? You don't want to?" He asked, teasing with fake puppy dog eyes knowing that wasn't the truth.
"I do but... I don't know how you can make it work, you don't even have the right equipment right now." You answered, honestly.
"Don't worry about that. Just let me touch you." He reassured, continuing his conquest of your body.
You tilted your neck up, allowing him to return tasting you once again. He lifted your shirt exposing your skin to the air and making your nipples harden as he made a decending path with his lips between your breasts. His breath was hot and his metal parts were foreign, you wondered if he could feel how your heart was pounding while he kissed your heaving chest. As he moved even lower you could feel one of his hands gripping your thighs, lifting gently while you were firmly pressed against the wall until he was the only thing supporting your entire weight.
When he set your legs on his broad shoulders you knew exactly what he wanted to do, you carelessly moaned out loud when his lips touched your waistband while he lifted your skirt above your hips. The only thing between you and him being a thin layer of fabric that in spite of your doubts about the situation was growing a small yet noticeable wet spot, his proximity to your most intimate parts made a blush rise to your cheeks and the position of your legs on his shoulders made it impossible for you to follow your urge to turn away.
With one swipe of the titanium nails the fabric was torn and there was nothing at all to stop him, your legs shook as his hot breath warmed your already burning skin. Afraid of making any noise you put a hand over your mouth, muffling the sounds you would have made when his lips gently touched your folds into a shaking exhale through your nose.
That first long lick running from top to bottom of your slit had you gripping your mouth tighter, trying and failing to catch the whine that shot out.
"You taste sweeter than I thought you would." He commented, only pausing for a moment to pant out before hungrily diving back in. "So much sweeter."
As warm as his body was, the touch of his metal jaw still felt cold and took some getting used to. You had never imagined he could eat you out like this but the moving of his tongue and the feeling of his steel hands on your thighs was starting to feel more and more natural as time went on.
Raiden growled low as his tongue plunged even deeper, sending vibrations straight through your core. The bridge of his nose rubbed on your clit making you want to roll your hips forward just to get a little more friction on it.
The grunts and groans he made while devouring you were almost as loud as your own, you wondered how he hadn't drowned yet without stopping to breathe for even a second. It was possible he was enjoying this even more than you were, you wanted to look down and see but instead kept a hand over your mouth hoping to hide the embarrassing faces you might make in the heat of pleasure.
The second his thumb touched your clit you jumped, it moved slow at first while finding the right rhythm that wouldn't scratch you but before long he rubbed fast enough to have your legs jerking in every direction. You could feel it creeping up faster than you could handle, every rapid circle his thumb drew over your clit and every firm pump of his tongue forced you to the edge.
"Raiden slow down, I'm gonna..." you gasped out though you could hardly breathe.
Without responding or complying he kept going at his electric pace, making your body go stiff as you twitched around him. Your mind went blank, your vision blurred while you lost what little control of your body that you had left. Putting your hands on both sides of the closet walls, trying to ground yourself while washed over and took you completely.
Even after you came that wasn't enough to stop him, your exhausted body still spasmed while he drank up every drop that dribbled out of your overstimulated pussy. When you found that you could breathe again all that would come out of your mouth was shameless moans, as you tried to suck in the hot stuffy air in that confined space.
Running a hand through his already tossed blond hair as he cleaned the mess he made out of you, finding the boldness to look down you found his unfocused eyes glowing with just a hint of that feral red while he shamelessly slurped you up. He could be such a little monster sometimes, but he was all yours right now.
For a good long while you were convinced Raiden was never even going to stop for air, almost sparking up a second orgasm before you had to interrupt him.
"Raiden... Raiden, breathe." You called, almost laughing.
Eventually having to pull him back by his hair to get his attention, even then he continued to lick the traces of you of his lips while flashing his wicked smile.
"You're gonna drown." You teased.
"Don't worry, I could do this all day." He reassured, placing kissed on your thighs before setting your legs back on the floor.
He placed firm feverish kisses all the way back up your torso to your face, letting his hands roam wildly like touching you was going to charge his batteries somehow. Not even caring about the little scratches he'd leave when you roughly grabbed at your body, just perfectly content in letting him use you to sate his appetite.
He guided your hand to a small gap in the armor on his back where you felt around until you found a single exposed wire. When your fingertips met it and his hips twitched forward there was no more explanation needed, immediately you started to play with it while savoring the various reactions you would get from Raiden. His body would twist and writhe while his eyes crossed and his hips snapped forward in a distorted muscle memory.
It was scary in a way to have him acting so unpredictably, when you had no idea what happened if you played with the mystery wire too much. A horrifying thought crept into your head that it could make him malfunction and you would have to explain to everyone how you broke Raiden.
"Don't stop, don't stop." He begged over and over, gritting his teeth and whining through them.
His arms caged your body, claws digging into the wall behind you while his chest heaved. Again he firmly pressed his lips against yours, this time sharing the lingering taste of your own sticky sweetness. With a series of wet breathy open mouthed kisses you felt his panting even out and his overheated body begin to cool while he came down from his peak.
What should have been an intimate moment of basking in your collective afterglow was rudely interrupted by your phone ringing from down on the floor where you must have dropped it earlier. Naturally you hung up, thinking that would be the end of it until Raiden also got a buzz from his radio.
"Shit, how long have we been gone?" He asked.
Taking a look at your phone and seeing the long list of notifications from everyone at Maverick asking where you were, you groaned not even having the right to be annoyed at them.
"A little too long." You answered. "Everyone thinks we just went home."
"If they already think that, we could just..." Raiden suggested.
"No way." You replied.
"Why not? We're already in trouble." He pressed.
"Because we'd get caught on the way out." You answered.
"You're talking to someone who sneaks around for a living." That was a good point, one you couldn't exactly argue with.
"Okay fine." Rolling your eyes as you finally agreed. "But I bet you twenty bucks we get caught before we even get to the lobby."
"What do I get if we don't get caught?" He asked his voice taking a comically suggestive tone.
You teasingly answered while trying not to snicker. "Wouldn't you like to know, Mr lightning bolt."
Hello, could you write what it would be like to kiss with Raiden? with fem pronouns, thank you!
KISSING RAIDEN
REQUESTED FEMALE READER!
note: hello! no problem honey ;) i know you requested female reader but i did kind of write in this second person?? type of way so hope you don't mind i don't really use any pronouns while writing ♡♡♡♡
warnings: none
raiden definitely has problems with showing affection, which includes kisses, hugs, hand holding and overall intimacy
however despite that fact, raiden loves kissing you
probably won't be the first to engage into it, so let's sure you're a bold one ;)
he prefers delicate kisses over rough ones, he leaves the latter for well, let's just say, bed time
while kissing him, you can often taste metal, no, literally, metal due to his lower part of the mouth
his lips aren't very soft let me tell you that, on worse days, they are straight up chapped, screaming "i need moisture or i will die"
so next time you go shopping, bear that in mind and maybe like a good girlfriend buy him some chapstick?
he will probably not know what to do with it and eat it so...
after kissing him in public, he will for sure have a red flushed face and be embarrassed about it
if someone dares tease him about it, though, his high frequency blade is definitely gonna end up dirty in blood
he also gets kind of cute? while kissing you
so kiss him for too short of a time period and he will whine like a baby
"mhm some more please"
bring it up though and he will totally deny it
overall kissing raiden is definitely a pleasurable experience, minus the akward moments where his metal teeth bump into yours and you have to act like you're not crying in pain
if able, may i request a raiden x reader where the reader is just like a personification of a dog: loyal, bold, stubborn, probably ran into a wall at one point without even looking...just a ray of sunshine.
I AM SO SORRY ANON FOR TAKING SO GODDAMN LONG! For some bizarre reason, I've had the worst fucking writer's block for this particular prompt even though it's so cute and wholesome, and AAAH! BUT TODAY IS THE DAY I break through it and finally answer this! Thank ya'll so much for your patience with my dumbassery.
Warnings: Mostly fluff, but there are mentions of war, violence, and vague mentions of Raidan's past which can get quite alarming and gruesome if you research into it.
So, Raiden's been through a lot. Like a lot, a lot, even before he became a cyborg. Between the SEARS program, the memory modification, and the absolute mind-fuck that was the Big Shell incident; it's no wonder our boy here got a tad edgy in MGS4. And yet, here you are, his personal ray of sunshine.
No matter what time you dropkicked your way into his life, Raiden will definitely consider you one of his dearest bonds, even if you weren't romantically involved. He admires your ability to smile despite everything going wrong around you. On his bad days, he may just cling to you, not saying anything, and listen to your heartbeat. You're living proof that the world isn't full of shit. On his worst days; he'll disappear, leaving only a note behind. Don't worry, he'll be back once he gets better control of his emotions. He's not going to risk any harm to his sunshine, even from himself. Especially from himself.
That being said; he will find it immensely fun to pick on you. This man will tease you a lot. Don't believe me? Check out some of the Codec calls in Rising. I swear, he enjoys flustering people (source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srR4aZMTYwE&t=2039s). And being his S/O means you're just a bigger target. Trying to get back at him will just egg him on. Don't be too surprised if you find yourself in a game of "who can get flustered first" on multiple occasions.
Your stubbornness is something that he's both proud and worried about. He's seen a lot of people buckle down when things get really stressful, even off the battlefield. And yet you keep on trucking. To the point, it's worrying. Start pushing yourself too hard, and he's going to start being a bit of a mother hen. Raiden, in canon, is capable of taking people's vitals with a single glance, and he's not afraid to hold that above you. He will match your stubbornness with his own and isn't afraid to get petty. Or physical. Be it setting his own timer for breaks or physically picking you up and pinning you down to rest, he will do it.
Overall; I think you'd be a pretty good fit! A fair balance and keeping yourselves on your toes!
It is your average foolish fool. I accidentally deleted my old account, so I have a new one. So, another introduction incoming.
You may call me Xepher. I'm 18+ and in college, so reqs might be slow. I go by she/her and my first (and only) language is English. Warning: I don’t proof read, more like briefly scan so you can correct me.
could you make a blind male reader who was once a soldier who is a martial arts prodigy who has sharp senses, incredible reflexes and a very high intelligence is sarcastic, not very bad-tempered and very charismatic who would serve well as another mentor for Raiden from Metal Gear Rising
Yes! I'm so sorry this took so long, please enjoy!
MGR!Raiden x Blind!Male!Martial Artist!Reader headcannons
-Raiden didn't really know what to expect when you were brought in to see him. All he knew was that a skilled fighter was coming to see him.
-When you walked in, he was surprised to find you were blind. He thought that you'd be outfitted with cyborg eyes or something, but it seemed you'd insisted on staying the way you were.
-It was a little strange for someone to do this especially in a society where helpful technology is everywhere, but Raiden wouldn't judge.
-You guys set to work, and hit it off in no time. You were a very sage advisor, a powerful martial artist, and an interesting person in general.
-Raiden started asking you lots of questions, especially about your blindness and what brought it on.
-He's very keen on learning from you, even if he is already a hardened war veteran + a cyborg that has 100 times the capabilites of a human.
-As his training with you progresses, he starts trying to come up with more ways to spend time with you, since he knows very soon, you'll be gone.
-He sometimes purposely does bad during practice so you train with him for a little longer.
-When his training is eventually complete, which took much longer than planned, Raiden nervously asks if you'll stay with him even though you have no reason to.
-You do have other things to do, but your best friend would be lonely without you, so...what's a few more months?
