#mgs fic

[cellyjubes]

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Companion piece to a Raisune fic I wrote! check it out here if you like wireplay... and more >:D

[my-empir3-of-dirt]

Hey so one of those days, between the endless shifts I managed to write a Otasune one-shot

Link to the fic

Takes place during canon events of mgs2

Word count: 9.9k (Finished)

Quick summary: +18, Whump, Near Death Experiences, First Kiss, Protective Snake, Worried Otacon, Lots of Dialogue, Canon-Compliant

Please keep in mind that it's a whump so pay attention to the tags and rating before proceeding!

[howlidae]

i wrote a pre-relationship ocelhira fanfic... come read it..

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81492206

[tarmaxxing]

MGS 3 torture scene with accurate eye injury let's gooooo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/78596336

You guys knew this was coming. It was just a matter of when.

[evawritesstuff]

Heyyy, I really like your writing style and I was wondering if you could write some smut for Kaz?

[MDNI] One Last Time

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Your superior, (and FWB), Kazuhira Miller, had been growing more and more distant to you in recent months. Until one day, you get called up to his office, and its not what you expect.

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TAGS: Kazuhira Miller x GN!Reader, Not proof read, FWB, Power Dynamics, Blowjob, Praise kink, Kaz is pretty VOCAL, Dirty Talk, sorta angsty, idk yo

WORD COUNT: 1,813

A/N: HI GUYS! its been a minute. Heres to my first nsfw work on here! Idk if i completly like how this turned out, but ah well ^^"

Enjoy!

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It's funny how the butterfly effect works.

If you never walked through that particular corridor, at that particular time, you would have never been in your current situation. A situation that has been taking it's toll on you, and oh, it's toll shows more and more by each day. You used to be so awake, lively, and punctual. Ready to serve for Diamond Dogs, and for the Boss.

Now though? Here you lay, in bed, rotting away—only getting up to do the bare minimum that your job required—your comrades worried and whispering about your condition.

You recount the timeline of events that led you here. Immediately, that stupid, gorgeous blonde Kazuhira Miller pops up in your head. He's been circling around in your head—like an annoying little fly—more so than usual. It was supposed to be a one time fling, but turns those can spiral like a tornado into full time friends with benefits. (Not that you were complaining. Infact, you were very much enjoying this unexpected arrangement.) You thought things were going fine, actually no, they were more than fine. It seemed like Kaz thought so too, until recently.

Out of nowhere, Kaz started to distance himself from you. It was subtle, at first. Before, whenever you two would make eye contact, he'd always smile or smirk. Now, you'd be lucky if he even looked your way. You thought he might be busy with things on motherbase, he is one of the most important men in Diamond Dogs after all. However, you quickly realized his distance was something more than just 'busy'. What it was exactly, you weren't entirely sure.

Did he not like you anymore? Has he found someone new? Or maybe, he was second guessing the whole morality of it? Of course, there's obvious power dynamics at play here. Maybe that's it.

Arghhhh, this is so frustrating!

You thought grimly to yourself, rubbing your temples in the process. Thats when one of your comrades comes in looking for you.

They call out your name. "Uhm, Mr. Miller wants to see you in his office."

What amazing timing.

It didn't really register that you were actually going to his office until you were face to face to his door.

Shit. What's he calling me up for?

After staring at the door for eternity, (long enough to notice every scratch and detail) you eventually hype yourself up enough to knock. You wait for an answer.

"Come in."

That familiar, gruff voice gives you goosebumps. How long has it been since you've last heard it? You open the door, seeing the one and only Kazuhira Miller sitting behind his desk. It was organized, and only consisted of a dimly lit lamp—of which was the only source of light in the whole space—a pile of paperwork neatly stacked at the end of the table, and his nameplate.

Kazuhira Miller, Mr Miller, Master Miller, all kinds of names people would call him; but to you, you knew him as Kaz. Your Kaz.

"Take a seat." He gestures towards the chair across from him.

You make your way across the room, each step making your heart heavier and heavier, and slowly sit down.

"Do you know why I called you in my office today?" He asks.

"No, Kaz, I don't."

At that nickname, he clenches his jaw. "Don't call me that."

"Are you serious?" You were barely containing your anger. Who does he think he is? "I've called you Kaz, about a million times now. Why the sudden change-"

"-And don't talk back either." He grits his teeth.

Even with the sunglasses, you could tell he wasn't making eye contact with you. You knew him well enough by now. Atleast you thought you did.

"Enough with the name crap, back on topic." Kaz sighs. "Your comrades have been worried about you. They say you've been in a state of decay for the last couple of weeks. You're not completing your duties to the best of your ability, if at all."

Kaz pauses. "So, tell me, what's been going on?"

"What do you think?" You mock.

"C'mon now, don't play that game with me."

"What game?" You laugh, a laugh full of mockery and genuine disbelief. "I mean seriously, hah what, what do you think has gotten me like this? Hm?"

He furrows his eyebrows, seemingly staring right through you. Kaz stays quiet, which pisses you off even more.

"It's because of you! You, Kaz."

At this point, you were reaching your breaking point, and fast. Weeks, and weeks of bottled up emotions ready to come crashing out—seeping in your voice, body, and face.

"Oh really? Because of me?"

"Yes! You out of nowhere started ghosting me, even though things were going perfectly fine. You won't even make eye contact with me anymore!"

Kaz seems surprised at your outburst, but quickly composes himself. "I've... been busy."

"Oh come on, don't give me that bullshit!" You stand up, needing to move. If you didn't, you swear you'd go insane. "Why... why are you lying to me?"

Silence follows. Long, uncomfortable silence, filled with words unsaid. Kaz has his entire head turned away from you now. You decide to move over to his side of the desk, now standing directly face to face.

"Kaz... please. Tell me why." Your voice breaks.

At last, he looks at you. You find yourself stepping closer, closer until you're close enough to smell his rich cologne.

"I..." He's at a loss for words. You knew he couldn't focus when you were this close. "We are... we're better off... its better if we end this."

End this?

"End what?"

Before you can get your answer, he grabs your collar, and smacks his lips against yours. A whole assortment of emotions crashed down on you—lust, confusion, anger—as if you were under a waterfall.

Slowly, the deeper you sank into the kiss, the more you forgot about why you were even here in the first place. This is what you've been craving. What you've been missing. You want to hold on to it for as long as possible.

You both pull away, gasping for air in the process. "Please, please Kaz." A request for more comes from your lips. "I want-I-want you."

"I know sweetheart." His thumb brushes your cheek. He cups your jaw a pulls you back for another kiss.

Lust consumes you, and you just need to feel him more. You hastily start undoing his tie and the buttons on his shirt, all without breaking your lips from his embrace. You move your hands from his chest, instead opting to palm his steadily growing erection.

"Fuck." He murmurs against your lips. Suddenly he grabs your wrist, stopping you. Kaz pulls his head back so he can speak more clearly. "On your knees. Now"

You obey. Quickly you drop down, maybe a bit too fast, since pain shoots through your joints. However, you didn't care. All that mattered is you got to be here, inbetween his legs again. You look up expectantly. Kaz swallows, his adam apple bobbing. The sight made you more hot and bothered then you already were.

"C'mon, you know what to do."

He already sounds breathless. You move you hands up and down his thighs until you finally bring yourself to unbuckle his belt. His rock hard cock lets loose, precum dripping from the tip. Without a moment of hesitation, you take his length in your mouth.

"Ah-fuck! You could have warned me first, ah." Pathetic panting fills the room, its music to your ears.

You swirl your tonuge around him, dragging it up and down. Experimenting with what action made him whine louder. (Not that you had forgotten what made him tick already.)

"Mm yeah, putting that pretty mouth to good use. Yeah, mmm did you miss sucking on my cock? Huh? Did you?"

A muffled whine pours out of your lips. Kaz always liked when you did that.

"Yeah... I missed feeling your warm mouth around my cock too, sweetheart."

Bobbing you head, you try to take more of him down your throat. You gag, but it doesn't stop you. Tears start filling up your eyes, something to distract how little air you were breathing.

"Hey,ahh," He moans. Fuck the sound was perfect. "Don't-you don't have to take me all the way-ah-mmm oh but that feels so good."

The praise was too much, you had to take care of yourself. Hands disappear under your waistband as you pleasure yourself, simultaneously taking all his length had to offer.

"That mouth was made for me," He keeps going, his words getting more unrestricted and filthy. When he got like that, you knew he was close. "Oh fuck, you make me feel so good sweetheart. Perfect, absolutely perfect."

Kaz's panting is getting heavier now, and you can see him clenching his jaw. "Shit, I'm so-so close. You think you can swallow my cum down your throat? Hm? Can you do that for me, baby?"

A barely audible 'mhm!' comes out of you. He grabs you hair, forcing more of his cock down your throat. Meanwhile, you are building up your own orgasm.

"Yeah, I thought so. Filthy little thing."

Without warning, his cum spurts into your mouth, and you try your best to swallow it all. His head is thrown all the way back, a pathetic groan coming out of him.

You did that to him. Only you could.

You finish up yourself, the cum making your fingers sticky. After you were done, you remove your mouth from him—not without a quiet 'pop' of course—and just gaze up at him happily.

"Hey, theres a little..." He awkwardly points to his lips. You get the memo, and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

"So uh... you're dismissed."

"Already?" You tilt your head.

"Yes, uhm, that," Kaz gestures his hands, "This wasn't supposed to happen. But..." He drifts off, seeming lost in thought. "I suppose it doesn't hurt to do it one last time."

You get up, your heart sinking to the bottom of you stomach. Unfortunately, you could deduce what he was trying to say.

"I understand." You murmur. Just because you understood doesn't mean you liked it.

"I'm glad," He sighs, "I'm sorry, for ever staring this. I'm your superior, I should have known better."

"Yes, I know, Kaz." You turn you head away. It was like you were on autopilot. You felt your feet taking you to the exit, but it didn't feel like you were in control.

Kaz call your name. "I don't regret what's happened between us. I mean that."

A soft, sad smile appears on your lips. With a nod—and one last look—you leave. Leaving behind all the memories of you two with him.

[wiggy-waxaphone]

Hi! I was wondering if you would do a The Boss x fem!reader fic? The scenario could be that reader is her mentee and The Boss finds out she likes her (could be a diary entry or something) and they verbally fight a little bit cus Boss doesn’t fall again but they eventually ending up kissing or more ?

Yes!! thank you so much for the request!! I had so much fun and the boss is one of my favorites!!!!

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

You grinned under your breath at the mention of another command. While most in your position as an apprentice would be frustrated or disappointed, you were always accepting orders with an affirmative nod. Another order, another mission, another training session, it was all just another excuse to see her. Many envied you for your role as her mentee, although for your peers it was out of jealousy for the status and recognition. For you, it was very different. You had the honor of being trained by one of the greatest soldiers to walk the earth, yes, but you were more focused on the privilege of being able to train so close to The Boss, to be so close to her. Even if it meant you had the experience and status under your belt, the fact that you got to train and wrestle with a beautiful woman every day felt much more important.

You walked into the training room brightly, expecting another evening of CQC training after a day of mission preparations. You positioned yourself on the other side of the table she stood at, hands behind your back. Your eyes fell onto the wonderfully tall woman in a dark training uniform that contrasted with the lightness of her hair and sky-colored eyes. She never really had a cheery disposition; it’s why she was called The Boss after all. Today, you could see the displeased look etched onto her features like a marble statue. She tossed your small notebook onto the table that separated you both, and your signature smile of ease faded quickly. 

You both knew what you had written in it, unfortunately. “Are you going to explain what made you think this was a good idea, Private?” She spoke clearly, her eyes narrowed. She looked insulted. Not because she thought lowly of you. Maybe in her eyes, you were disrespecting yourself by thinking that highly of her.

“It’s nothing, ma’am,” you managed to mumble out. Usually, looking her in the eyes was the farthest thing from an issue for you. Tonight, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Really now? It doesn’t read like nothing.” She leaned her palms against the edges of the table, tilting her head and staring at you so hard it was like she was trying to burn a hole in your head. She sighed, her disapproval apparent in her tone. “I’m a woman in my mid-forties, Private. I don’t act like a schoolgirl, especially with my mentee.” “You’re too good for it, right?” you responded sharply, your face red with embarrassment and frustration. Your boundaries had been violated, you had been exposed for having an immature infatuation, and you had somehow gathered the nerve to say what you were thinking. “Excuse me? I hope I don't have to remind you that I am your superior again, Private,” She hissed, eyes narrowed in agitation. This was a matter of pride and confusion; she was not, in her mind, someone to be desired. Especially not by someone who knew her so well. Right? 

“I asked if you were too good for it. For me,” you snapped. Your jaw was tight and your shoulders were tense, and she stepped around the side of the table to step closer to you, likely to remind you of who had the higher rank. She promptly threw a hit to your nose, the pain jabbing through your face like a sudden ache. She held onto your head so you didn’t fall back, which you almost did. It might have hurt, and you might have felt the coppery taste of your blood dripping down your nose and lips, but you knew for a fact she hit as soft as she could. You both bled a good bit during CQC training, but this felt different. More personal. “Do you hear how pathetic it sounds when you talk about yourself like that?” She seemed angry, insulted on your behalf. You were just the pretty girl who followed orders, and that's all you thought you were to her. It was as if the mere thought of you thinking that lowly of yourself displeased her. After several moments of silence, of attempting to gather yourself after the blow, you spoke again, quieter than before. “What do you want me to do, ma’am?” you murmured. You weren’t quite sure what to say to avoid getting shown “the proper methods of close-quarters-combat” again. So, you did what you did every day, and asked for orders. Her eyes narrowed, her hand still balled in your hair. In the entirety of the time you had known her, she always had answers. Whether it be on a mission, training, meetings, she always knew what to say. This was the first time you had seen her without words. She tightened her fist on your scalp in frustration, but eventually gave up. She pressed her lips against yours with a huff, the metallic taste of the blood from her punch accompanying the kiss quite nicely. You stared at her face between your lashes, grabbed at her uniform with your hands, which were clammy from the nervousness from before. Her lips against yours, her tongue grazing your teeth; it was all something you only had played out in your head on slow days. If you were being honest, this felt much better than what you had imagined. Her hand trailed up your spine while the other was still locked in your hair, and you didn't want it any other way.

thank you again!! have a good one! happy delta :)

[rolameny]

New fic:

Woke Up New [LINK]

Emma wakes up after the events on Big Shell. She and Hal get a chance to talk.

Do you ever get so mad at a canon death that you have to undo it in fic? I do. I did.

[aureli-us]

mgs friends i'm putting out a call for OCs. i've been keeping it very slightly under wraps but i'm writing a huge mgsv fic (currently 270k, at the sahelanthropus fight, probably 5-10 more chapters at 13k each afterwards?) i'd love to incorporate other people's OCs as this fic features my mgsv oc! even in small ways for what i have planned for the endgame, including shining lights. so if anyone is interested in playing dolls together let me know :) DM me or repost w some OC info so i can add them in!!!!